~NO EMOTIONS

° Alejandro D'Amelio °

"I hope you have brought what I asked you to?" I called Thiago my right-hand man and my brother.

"Yes, Captian!" He said with enthusiasm from the other side and I could feel he was smirking widely while telling me. He is a psycho and the best at what he does.

I cut the call and look myself in the mirror. A smirk on my face was reflecting in it.

My jet black hair is styled to perfection as is my signature black jacket and a black t-shirt. 

I stare at my reflection in the eyes. They're hollow and emotionless as well as colorless. They're a light grey color showing how faded they are.

Not a single emotion can be traced from my permanent blank facial expression or empty eyes.

A slight stubble has formed on my face so I reach for the razor in the cabinet beside the mirror as well as the Armani shaving balm.

After I'm finished freshening up in the bathroom, I make my way down to the mansion hall, to make my way out.

I got in the back of the black SUV and glanced at my watch. I was desperate to meet what my brother Thiago has brought for me. A smile never leaving my face.

The whole ride I read through my emails, I take care of the legal and illegal business so my schedule is always busy. I haven't told my mother exactly what I do but she's not dumb, she has an idea of what his son is doing but she chooses to not interfere since I'm her beloved son. Although she never leaves a chance to nag me to get married and settled down with the girl she and my father has chosen for me in my childhood.

They don't know I don't have time to get married to a girl whose face I have not seen let along with a meeting, for that I don't have any particular reason to marry a girl they have chosen for me a long ago. Besides, I run a fucking Mafia, and I'm the motherfucking king of this kingdom. And there's no need to have a woman beside me, for a woman beside me only means weakness and in my kingdom there's is nothing like a weakness or mercy. For I'm the motherfucking King here and kings are not allowed to have a weakness.

The car come to a halt and it parked outside a warehouse that my legal business is supposed to own but I always use it to have fun, like what I am about to do.

I smirked taking off my jacket and handing it to Thiago who has been waiting for me, "Good morning Xandro," he said. Xandro is my business name which is only known by everyone but only a few knew my real name. And those who know my name knew what I'm capable of.

I smirked rolling up my sleeves "how many?" I asked as we made our way to the center of the warehouse.

"Eight," he replied.

My smirk grew, I was in the mood to punch the son of a bitches and my dream came true as I saw them all chained to the ceiling.

"I ask the questions," I announced as soon as I entered in and cleared my throat looking at the table filled with knives of all sizes and kinds, guns, clamps, torture tools...normal things on every day, "you tell me who I am," I said taking a step closer to the dim light would let him see my face.

One of those fucker's eyes went wide as he tried to get out of the chains "No! No! No! No!" He yelled -Whispered...

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you," I shrugged "yet" I crossed my arms and bit my inner cheek looking at him.

He looked at me frightened, I get off on that fear "Your name is Alejandro D'Amelio ...you're the devil." he breathed out.

"I'm glad you know my reputation in this motherfucking world," I said turning my gaze to the table "Thiago wake everyone up"

"Yes Brother!" he chirped in his deep voice before tasering the all men "wake up beautiful, time to rise and shine."

I smirked looking at all of them "good morning" I said trying to pick a knife. I went for the sharpest knife.

"What the fuck?" One of them cursed looking up at his chains in surprise.

"Do you know why you're here?" I asked letting a sigh out.

A man who has a scar on his left eye looked around at his friends "No, we haven't messed with anything...what's going on?"

"I think you lost your memory and messed with my drugs dealers, I heard you and your thugs have threatened my dealers" the blade of the knife caressed his throat, I could smell the fear reeking out of his body "Tell me where the bags of my drugs which you have stolen?"

He gulped "I don't- don't know..."

I growled stabbing through his wrist "Bad boy, you still dared to lie to me.." I smirked tapping his cheek with my whole palm.

His screams of pain were encouraging, I did the same to the rest of the men with the same knife. For a couple of hours, I used every knife on the table, I never get a drop of blood on me because I know where to stick the knives without splattering around.

"Your a pussy Alejandro D'Amelio... you ain't gonna get a shit if we die here!" One of them yelled at my back when I turned around to go back.

"Perfect timing" I smirked and then looked back at the men "You know my hand was itching to kill someone and guess what it's your turn."

Thiago handed me a 9mm "Bad timing beautiful, you just woke up a beast..." He sang this as I walked back to him and forced him to look at me by raising his chin by the point of my gun.

"I'm not a pussy man, I'm a Fucking dick who gonna kill you today." I pressed the gun against his throat as the blood finally splattered on my black leather jacket and the last thing he saw was a smirk on my face.

When I handed the gun to Thiago we were walking out of the warehouse, I got in the car and looked at my phone, and ordered him to get the information from the remaining men before killing them. As I asked my men to drove to my company. The D'Amelio enterprises.