Chapter 6: Vincenzo Dungeon

Vicenzo’s Dungeon, 12 a.m.

His boots clicked on the fully cemented floor, his eyes dark as two other guards lingered behind him. The stench of rusty iron and rotten flesh filled the air. A grim look sat on his handsome face;

“Remind me what you were saying again, Rion,” his voice calm but the volume of his eyes—rage that could crumble a beast.

The average bodyguard trembled with fear, his eyes glued to the floor that they threatened to fall off. He parted his lips several times like a fish out of water. His colleague couldn’t help but take a few steps away from him, shaking his head in pity at how quickly he had invoked the god’s rage upon himself.

If it were Boss Domenico, his life might be spared, but this was Leone—Vicenzo’s Venom. He was even referred to as Lord Leone. Sly, lethal, dangerous. Yes, Boss Domenico was the Don’s first son, but everyone knows if the Don died today, Leone would be made the Don. He’s powerful, sly, shrewd, cold, he was death walking in human form.

Rion slowly raised his head to meet Leone’s feral gaze. He wished the ground could open up and swallow him. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead;

“T… the prisoner esc… escaped, my lord.”

“Ohh.” Leone let out a deep chuckle, one that even shook the iron bars of the dungeon. “My, I didn’t notice… he escaped?” His words were coated with raw sarcasm. “Here I thought his prison gate was wide open because he went out for fresh air.”

His eyes narrowed, the growing urge to drag the idiot guard to a burning volcano filled his mind.

Rion began sweating and shaking profusely. “Forgive me, my lord. He had snuck up on me… I had been on alert. I just don’t know how it happened. I…”

A loud slap from Leone cut his words short. Blood dropped out of his ear due to the impact. He couldn’t feel his face.

Leone grabbed him by the collar and slammed his back on the hard iron bars. The guard felt like his insides were being torn apart, but he didn’t dare make a sound, afraid he would worsen his predicament.

“Two things here, Rion. Either you find my prisoner and then die afterwards, or…” he drawled, a sinister smirk resting on his lips. He looked nothing less than the devil taking his sweet time to torment his subject. “You take the blame for Diego’s death. Tell the Don you shot him by mistake and he died.”

Blood drained out of the guard’s face, his body paled instantly like a living corpse. His boss was promising him death either way, but the second option guaranteed he would see hell before death. Leone had told him to take the blame for what happened, which meant he was behind the consigliere’s death. His eyes widened.

His boss wasn’t stupid—always ten steps ahead—and revealing this information to him meant that he was going to… before he could finish rearranging his thoughts, Leone had snapped his neck—ending him before the poor guard could utter another word.

The other guard, who had been quietly watching, almost peed on himself when Leone’s eyes fell on him. He tried as much as possible to keep a straight face.

Death was not uncommon here in Lorenzo Empire. Seeing a brand-new day was by sheer luck and nothing more.

His back straightened, his heart raced as Leone inched closer to him. “Clean this mess up, Luke,” he said, patting his shoulder—but he didn’t retreat his hand right away. He squeezed it hard, almost crushing his bone. The bodyguard winced in pain, and Leone patted his nearly dislocated shoulder again before walking out of the dungeon.

A frown adorned his face. The clouds darkened, thunder rumbled loudly as if syncing with Leone’s mood.

An unusual frown rested on his lips. This prisoner… he wasn’t just any prisoner. The sin he had committed—death was too good of a punishment. He had slipped, escaped—all thanks to the useless guard who had been slacking on duty. Now he had to find him—he would.

His fist clenched, his jaw hardened, and then a heavy downpour began, drenching him completely. He had hoped the rain would help him cool off, but instead, it doubled—no, tripled—the anger he felt. Then he took another route, one that didn’t lead to his mansion.

The servants hid in the available tiny spaces on seeing the second son of the Don. He usually coated his wickedness with a misleading smile, but now, a grim look rested on his face, his aura oozing with death.

They couldn’t help but cower and hide from him. They hadn’t expected him to be here at this hour of the night.

He ascended the stairs, his jaw ticking. There was no way his prisoner had escaped without any help. Now who could that be? A guard? Or someone higher up the food chain—someone who wanted to irk and get on his nerves. A certain blonde-headed idiot.

His boots made dull thuds as he walked down the hallway towards his chambers, and then he stopped in front of a large double door.

He let himself in, and his eyes narrowed on hearing the sound of rushing water in his bathroom. They darkened even more when they fell on the nightdress and then the underwear on the floor.

He was in no mood for games, nor was he in the mood to entertain any of his sluts.

He quickly pulled out his gun, cocking it and then advancing towards the bathroom. He carefully pushed the door open, and then his eyes fell on the girl leisurely taking a shower in his tub.

She turned, her eyes flew wide in shock on seeing Leone standing in front of her. Extreme cold hit her—but not from the shower—rather from fear and embarrassment. Although he saw it was her, he didn’t lower his gun. Her lips quivered, her heart caught in her throat.

His already bad mood dampened even more on seeing her, and without a second thought, he pulled the trigger.