02. Salvatore

"I'm filled with rage but I'm empty at the same time"

~Unknown

Salvatore's POV:

"You look angry." Giovanni my older brother and the next king of the Italian mafia says entering the torture room.

"When does he not?" Mario my good for nothing best friend snorts following behind.

I don't answer them, I walk towards the table that beautifully displays all the torture devices, I move my ring clad fingers around, tapping on different tools than moving forward.

Yes, found it! I take the finger clipper, I tilt it around under the lamp hanging over the table, the tool shines letting me know that it's new and unused.

I love spoiling things, tainting them with blood.

I calmly walk over towards the binded man, Giovanni types away on his phone while Mario takes a seat at the corner, a big grin plastered on his face, that bastard enjoys this, he's just missing a cup of popcorns.

I stop right in front of the betrayer, he squirms around, not a single word coming out of his mouth due to the duct tape sealing his lips.

I shut my eyes in frustration, his constant cries are giving me a headache, I need to hear his screams to feel better.

I harshly remove the tape, a few of his moustache hairs come with it but I don't pay heed, the man Carlos screams like a chicken, I haven't even started yet and he has already tapped out.

"Boss! Boss!! Sorry!! I'm sorry! Forgive me!" He heaves crying out loudly, I grunt having enough of him.

"How much did you take?" I ask in my rough voice referring to the money he took for giving out mafia's internal information.

"I will give it all back! B-boss actually you take it! It's your money! My life is also for you.." he pleads shivering in his place, he knows me, he knows what I can do.

I move forward, I rest my left foot over his right knee and lean closer, I visibly see him sweating like a pig "answer the damn question!" I warn one last time, I don't like repeating myself.

"5-5 mi-million dollars! Andd..." I raise my brow "a mansion in Fr-France.." he answers stuttering.

I move away from him, he smells like shit.

A mansion in France, Ofcourse what can be expected from the French mafia after all.

"Which hand did you use to take the money?" I ask taking a brief look at his chubby hands.

"P-pardon??" He asks confused but still terrified, I glare at him and that's enough for him to answer "Ri-right... Right." He answers quickly.

"Hmm.." I hum standing up to my full height, I look over my shoulder and find Giovanni also looking at the scene unfolding in interest.

In a blink of an eye I remove Carlos middle finger from his hand using the clipper, a bloody scream leaves his filthy mouth but to me it's music.

I close my eyes and smirk, finally some peace.

"We've just started Carlos" I say darkly and walk towards the torture table.

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"What happened to you?" Giovanni asks Mario, I pull out the dining chair and take a seat beside him, I look at him and notice his face is slightly turned green, he looks sick.

Mario silently shakes his head staring at something on the dining table, I follow his gaze and smirk.

He's staring at the red jelly, I know what he's thinking, my torture session turned very bloody and now Mario is feeling sick.

"Grace, Sir Mario wants extra red jelly in dessert today, make sure he gets it" I order one of the maid standing by the wall.

Mario's head whips towards me in disbelief, he gives me a stink eye but I ignore him. Giovanni chuckles loudly understanding now.

"What got you laughing so much my boy?" A strong voice calls from the room entrance, everyone on the table straightens up on instinct.

This voice belongs to no other than the mafia king himself, Marcello Moretti.

I keep my head down, not wanting to see him and spoil my mood.

"Nothing dad, we were just teasing Mario" Giovanni answers with a smile, he's always so comfortable around him.

"What were you guys teasing him about?" Another voice asks followed by the scraping sound of the chair, I sense them sitting in their respective places.

"Salvatore tortured Carlos and let's just say it wasn't pretty" Giovanni answers our mom, Giulia Moretti, silence follows, they don't laugh hearing my name.

"Why did you not interrogate him?" Dad asks after a moment, I tighten my hold on the spoon I was holding.

"Dad.." "you are the next king, you should do your own work not let others interfere in the mafia's top secret business" dad says irritatedly.

"Salvatore is part of the family, he is part of the top circle" Giovanni protests, a loud bang on the table shakes all the cutlery and dishes.

I raise my head and look at my father, his hand in a fist resting on the table, "Don't argue with me boy! Next time I don't hear or see you lacking from your responsibilities" he yells.

Giovanni bows his head, I can see his jaw ticking, he hates how differently our parents treat us.

"A new batch of whores have arrived, go take a look at them, throw away any damage piece and ship the useful one's to our different locations" he orders dismissively.

Giovanni, Mario and I stand up from the table exiting the room without wasting a second.

We don't talk in the way, silently entering the main hall where I see about 25 girls sitting on their knees with their head bowed.

Our guards are standing in all corners making sure nothing out of the ordinary happens, these girls are brought here on their own will but some enemies send thier women as whores in our mafia to extract information.

Giovanni walks towards the girls but stops midway, he turns around and looks straight at me.

I don't falter my gaze from his, "check them Salvatore" he says walking back and taking a seat at the sofa.

I look over at him, keeping my face neutral, he knows what I am thinking.

"You are my brother, and once I become the king you are going to be my underboss, I don't care what anyone says" he spits harshly, I look at my brother who shares some same physical features as me but is completely different than me from the inside.

He's the only blood relation who has given me love, warmth, acceptance and most important of all respect.

I nod my head at him in respect and gratitude, I can kill for him and die for him.

I walk towards the girls, masking my face to indifference. I stand infront of the first girl, I take hold of her hairs and pull up her face, she doesn't protest and doesn't see directly in my eyes.

I inspect her face, than her body, she'll do.

I than move to the other, and than the next, I pull her by the hair, I notice some bald spots on in her head and torture wounds all over her body, she must be a submissive.

She's been used alot, the men won't take interest in her. "Get rid of her" I throw her away towards one of the guard.

I inspect 10-12 girls, I have started to get bored, I hate being near to women for too long, I just fuck them and throw them.

I stand infront of the next girl, I see her twirling her thumbs in nervousness, first they agree on becoming whores and than act innocent.

I first notice her lush brown hairs, they were very neat and shiny, what am I thinking? I get irritated by my thoughts.

I thread my fingers in her roots and harshly pull her face up, My brown eyes collide with angry green one's and my heart stops.

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I know many of you will not appreciate the treatment of women in this book, but I like to keep the reality element in my books and unfortunately this is how women are treated in the mafia.

The main leads have met, what do you think will unfold?

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