The mafia devil

A man dressed in a red suit was seen walking through a dark corridor. The only light was the one that was up ahead, but it only illuminated the corridor.

Aside from that, there was no light.

The man in the red suit majestically walked on. It was as if he knew where he was going. And not only that, but it seemed he knew the place like the back of his hand.

His dark hair was slicked to the side with an expensive gel. And the sweet scent of it was a sharp contrast to the stony man who applied it.

His face was pulled in a frown.

And he seemed pissed off for a certain reason. At the sight of the corridor ahead, he hastened his steps.

The door at the end of the corridor opened at the same time he made to touch the handle.

He stood back as the door was opened.

"You are here?" The man at the other end spoke up. It was as if he were on the verge of running away from there.

The fear in his eyes and the way he constantly glanced back alerted the man in the red suit.

"Is the boss in there?" he asked his subordinate, who bowed as he nodded to him.

"He's waiting for you," the man shivered.

"Has the problem been resolved?" the man in red inquired.

"I don't know about that, sir. It must be the reason the boss asked for you." The man who got out of the room bowed once more before he glanced into the room he was backing.

The sweat on his face couldn't be mistaken at all.

His fears were evident in his expressions and the way he was quivering. He was like a lamb that had a run-in with a lion and lived to tell the tale of it.

"You can leave."

"Sir?"

"I will take care of the boss."

"Thank you, sir!" Without waiting for his boss to say anything more, the man hastily left the room.

Scorpion took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room and gently closed the door behind him.

Just like the corridor he walked through, the room was shrouded in darkness, save for the red candles that cast glows around the room.

The only two windows in the room were locked.

Scorpion took more steps into the room as his eyes roamed around.

'‘The playroom.’

As it was tagged by the gang, it was a place where all the activities took place.

And by activities, it was another name for torture.

On the wall were stacks of torture tools, ranging from chains to whips. There was no type of torture device that you wouldn't see in the room.

On the right side of the room was the activity area. It was the place where the torture took place.

The paddles, the electric chair and the bed of torture. A bed that was draped in the colour of blood.

At the centre of the room, with his back to the door, stood the devil himself.

Dressed in an almost identical suit to that of the scorpion, the devil seemed like a person who was ready for a party.

But that thought would undoubtedly be thrown out of the window when the Devil's expression became illuminated.

The devil's green eyes were dark in anger, and he had his hands clenched into fists.

He was barely restraining himself from showing his anger.

"Sir, you called for me?"

The scorpion, as he was known, was a fearless man. However, he seemed as docile as a dove in the presence of the Devil.

The devil wasn't a person to be trifled with. He was exactly like the name he earned. He was the devil himself.

"Sir?" Scorpion called out when he got no reply from the devil.

"How's the situation?"

The Devil asked in a voice that was too calm, which caused the scorpion to shiver a bit.

"Things have abated a bit." Scorpion had to bite the inside of his mouth.

Nothing had abated at all. He was only trying to make sure he didn't stir the anger of the devil against him.

"Better." The devil finally turned to face his second in command. "What's this sound I'm hearing?"

"Which sound, My Lord?" The scorpion frowned a bit.

"The sound of protests!" He removed the gun from the waistband of his trousers and pointed it at the scorpion. "Do you think I'm a damn child?"

Scorpion fell to the floor in fear.

"I'm sorry, My Lord!" He closed his eyes as he pleaded for mercy from his deranged boss.

The devil smirked as he watched his second in command. He loved the scent of fear. It made him want to bask in it.

"You thought you could lie to me?" The Devil smirked. "You should have thought more about it before lying." The devil raised the gun.

And unexpectedly, he shot Scorpion in his right leg.

Scorpion tightly clenched his teeth as he tried not to show his pain.

"A simple task was given to you, Scorpion. But you couldn't do that?" The devil shot him in the same leg.

The scorpion grimaced, but he didn't make any sound. He only held his injured leg while he tried to kneel with the other one.

"I apologise for my misstep. I shouldn't have done that."

"Oh, you know that?" The devil scoffed.

"I'm sorry, My Lord." The scorpion bowed, despite his pain.

"You are sorry? Is that what you are going to fucking say all day long!?"

He shot the leg once more. And this time, it was on the same spot he shot the first one.

Scorpion pinched his leg as he tried to override the pain. He clenched his hands into fists. "I'm sorry, boss!”

"Get your bloody self out of here!" The Devil wanted to shoot him once more.

But luckily for Scorpion, there were only three bullets in the gun.

"We leave in three hours. Get your shit sorted out before then."

The Devil turned his back on Scorpion, obviously dismissing him.

"Thank you, My Lord." Scorpion slowly rose from the floor and bowed to the Devil before he leapt out of the room.