ONE WEEK EARLIER
“Do you know how many hours an average gambler spends on the casino floor or placing bets online in a year, Mr Smith?” Alexander kept his gaze on the already glinting blade in his hand as he polished it, not at all bothered by the chubby man sweating bullets onto the ceramic tiles.
“N- No.” The man responded breathlessly, he sounded a lot like he’d run a marathon before he got here, but that was hardly true. The wild beating of his heart was a result of the adrenalin chasing down the fear in his veins.
Alexander halted his actions and looked at the man with a cool smile, “Too many.”
Mr Smith’s eyes widened in fear and gulped hard when he glanced at the blade in Xander’s hand. Alexander Moretti was a popular man to those who cared to know the key players in the world of organised crime, more specifically, he was well known for his carving skills.
“Do you know how long it takes to repay a loan of a hundred thousand dollars on an Accountant’s salary in New York?” Xander continued polishing the knife as he paced from end to end of the room.
He enjoyed this, probably more than he should. It was like a mind game of cat and mouse, his unnerving sense of humour acted as a paralytic to his prey. Unable to move, barely able to breathe as it anticipated his next move.
“No, Sir.” Mr Smith responded shakily.
Xander smirked once more, “Too long, Mr Smith. Too long.” Xander’s smirk morphed into a grin and his movements halted before the man tied to the wooden chair. It was old and stained with the blood of many that came before Mr Smith, but Xander quite liked the piece of furniture, despite all the tribulations it faced, it remained strong.
“Mr Smith, you must realise that I’m quite a busy man. You must be wondering ‘Doesn’t this man have something better to do with his time than polish his knife?’” Xander’s eyes widened from dramatic flair.
Xander straightened out and shrugged, “While, yes, that is true. I thought you, Mr Smith.” He leaned down with a look of concern masking his features,
“You deserve so much more than a random man torturing you. You want to know why that is, Mr Smith?” Alexander asked and when the man gave no response other than to stare in shock, Alexander’s hands gripped the arms of the chair, the knife denting the wood as he did. “Do you!”
“Y- Y- Yes, Sir.” The man was shaking, seconds away from wetting his pants as he stared into the ashy eyes of his captor.
“Because you, Mr Smith.” Alexander’s tone returned to the level- if not smug, the tone he used before. “Thought it would be a good idea to borrow a hundred thousand dollars from the mafia and flee the country.” Alexander shook his head incredulously at the man, “I would have been impressed by your bravado, only- you flee America to escape the Italian Mafia and you come to Italy.” Alexander tutted.
“You’ve forced yourself to become my problem, Mr Smith. Now I’m obliged to inform you that you’ve stepped into hell and I’m the Devil.” Alexander sneered, bringing the knife down into the man’s thigh.
A scream ripped through the room, and the man’s cries only amplified the harder Alexander pushed, his favourite part was bringing them so close to death that they begged for it.
Alexander pushed on, even when his white shirt had splashes of blood seeping deep into its fibres and the metallic scent of blood permeated the air like a bad perfume. From every corner of the room, men watched with cold, distant eyes as he tore into his unwilling opponent.
Lessons weren’t meant to be easily learnt. They knew the price, the price of defiance, the price of non-compliance, but still they came back for more.
He didn’t understand it, they had a choice and yet they kept coming back.
“Take him to a hospital and clean up this mess. When he wakes up, tell him if I don’t get my money by Friday, I’ll be paying a visit to his pretty little wife in Manhattan.” Alexander dropped the bloodied blade onto a table at the entrance of the room and pulled open the door, uncaring about the crimson fingerprints he left behind.
Alexander stared in the mirror above the sink, he’d escaped the gory affair without getting blood on his face and he silently praised himself. The blood on his hands and arms swirled in the sink till it disappeared down the drain and only when the water finally ran clear did he shut off the tap.
There was a certain art to torturing a man, one he’d been taught at a young age and as time went on Alexander had grown interested in the creativity of it. Each time he challenged himself, how many ways could he hurt a man before he begged for his death, how long could he hurt a man before the blood loss became too great for him to hold onto consciousness- it became a game.
Wiping off his hands, Xander replaced his shirt with a fresh one and moved to the dresser to pick up the ring he left there earlier that day.
A simple silver signet ring with a black emerald-shaped stone set at the top. The only reminder he had left was that he was more than a man who enjoyed torturing others for a living.
The shrill ring of his cell phone broke through his thoughts and without looking at the name on the screen, he brought it to his ear.
“Moretti.”
“Alessia Lombardi is alive. She was spotted at a hotel in Milan yesterday afternoon.” The man on the other side stated.
“Do the Lombardi’s know?” Xander held his breath.
“They’re on a flight back to LA as we speak.” His answer caused Alexander to deflate.
“Why are you just finding out about this now yet you claim to be the best in the business!” Xander demanded, growing angry by the man’s incompetence.
“Sir-“
“Save it!” Xander spat and hung up to make a call of his own.
“Hello?”
“Ready the jet, we’re flying to The States tonight.” Xander ordered, not bothering with pleasantries.
“Serenity Paige, twenty-two year old female. Sustained a head injury from being thrown to the ground in an explosion, she has a fractured femur and multiple…” The voice trailed off as Serenity fell out of consciousness.“When will she wake up?” Serenity recognised the distant voice, but before she could call out to him she felt her consciousness slip away again.“Sir, you can’t be in here!” A voice startled Serenity from her slumber.“Who are you?” Peter stood protectively before her, blocking her view from whoever had entered the room and Serenity felt fear grip her, worried that whoever caused the explosion was here to finish the job.“
Five men glared across the room at the Spanish gangster playing leisurely on his cellphone as they waited for Serenity to take a shower.Lorenzo cleared his throat loudly, “What are you to Serenity?” he glared.“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Peter snickered just as Serenity entered the living room of the Lombardi estate.“Hey, you’re still here.” She smiled softly when her eyes caught his dark ones and Peter’s smile mirrored hers.“Of course, you didn’t think I’d leave you here alone, did you?” He cocked an eyebrow at the men watching them like a group of hawks.“They&rs
Descending the stairs for breakfast, Serenity welcomed the stillness of the mansion, it meant the brother’s had already left for the day and Giovanni was either cooped up in his study or long gone as well. All of those possibilities favoured her. Entering the dining room with a spring in her step, Serenity didn’t notice the man at the head of the table as she danced around piling a plate full of sweet breakfast treats. Alexander watched the show with a mix of amusement and affection as Serenity tried to pick between waffles and pancakes to add to her already unsturdy tower of sugary treats. “One of each.” He suggested, finally announcing his presence when her fork hovered over the plate of pancakes for the third time. His voice startled her causing her body to jerk and before she could react a large strawberry rolled to the floor with her watching in horror. “Look what you did!” Serenity shrieked and bent to pick up her fallen fruit with a pained look on her face. “It’s just
Serenity’s body dropped to the ground and it took a second for her to realise the scream was coming from her own lips.Xander’s footsteps pounded up the stairs, shaking the ground as he raced towards her, but before he could reach her another round of bullets rained through the open door. Uncaring about his broken arm, Xander sprung into action, dropping his body over hers, shielding her from fire as he crawled them away from the entryway.When they were around a corner and far away enough, Xander sat her up against the wall and searched her body for signs of blood.“Serenity, are you okay?” He questioned in a panicked tone.In the distance Serenity could hear me
“You fucking cheated!” Xander exclaimed, after losing by ten points.He was a sore loser, but that was nothing new, it was one of the reasons she always let him win in the past.That, and it usually worked out in my favour.Serenity shook her head to rid herself of her crazy thoughts and smirked at him, “No, you’re just a sore loser. I’m open to a rematch if you’re interested.” She baited, but Before he could answer the sound of the vault door unlocking alerted them.“Get behind me.” Xander shoved her behind his body and drew his gun from his hip to aim it at the door.&nb
Serenity pulled the single duffle bag from the back seat of the car and walked around the house, but instead of entering it from the back like Enzo’s instructions suggested, she kept walking, into the woods. Serenity was a few miles south of the safe house when a loud explosion sounded behind her. From the little space between the trees, she saw the large cloud of smoke that appeared in the direction the house was located. For a moment she was frozen and when she finally came to her senses she took off in a sprint. When the tree line came into view Serenity dropped to her knees and dug through the bag, looking for a change of clothes and anything she could find to disguise herself. There was a burner phone in the pocket of a pink hoodie that she tossed, at this point she didn’t trust anyone or anything. After three attempts on her life, Serenity wasn’t willing to take any chances, but she needed a place to stay and the last thing she wanted was to put any of her friends in danger.
“Hey.” Serenity spun on her feet, her hand flying up to her chest to calm the wild beating of her heart. “You scared me.” Serenity blew out a heavy breath and turned back to the stove where a pan of scrambled eggs sizzled away. “What are you doing up anyway, you should be resting that.” She nodded toward the bandage on his side. “I’ll be fine, I promise I won’t rip the stitches.” Xander smirked and took a seat at the kitchen island. “What ya cooking?” He peeked into the pan, inhaling deeply before he hummed. “Scrambled eggs.” She smirked, knowing it was his favourite. “In butter.” He added and leaned back in the chair with a happy smile on his face as he watched her prepare their breakfast. “Where did you get food from?” He frowned as if just realising the place was void of anything before this. “Ordered online, had them drop it off at the apartment downstairs.” She smirked and dished a heap of eggs into plates before getting started on the bacon. “You could have left, gon
“What exactly did you agree to in there?” Serenity asked when they pulled into the basement of the Jaxon building.“That doesn’t matter, all we have to focus on now is staying alive.” He dismissed her, but Serenity wasn’t the type to back down.“Of course it matters, it sounded bad, whatever it is you can’t do it.” She hurried after him as he made his way to the service elevator.“Assuming we live to see the end of this war-” He pushed open the door manually, “I can handle it, okay? You don’t have to worry about me.” Xander pulled her in and pressed a combination of buttons that got the lift moving.