Mafia's Lilly (Complete)

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Val sighed as he saw the sight in front of him: a man was tied up to a chair with his arms behind his back. Blood was dripping down from... everywhere. Cuts, bruises, and wounds that looked like it hurt so much that the brain would stop working.

"His name is José Hernandez. He worked as one of the lower-ranked men. We caught him talking to someone on the phone about our trades. The bastard told him everything. We've been trying to make him tell us which family he works for, for hours now," Julian said while shaking his head.

Val clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He trusted all his men with his life; to find out that one of them betrayed him, made him sick to the stomach. There's a reason why they call the mafia groups a family. It's because they were supposed to stick together and protect one another. Kinda like a family. And when one becomes a traitor to the family, they get to feel the unmerciful torcher by the boss himself.

"José, do you have a family?" Val asked as he sat back on the chair across of José.

The man curiously looked at the man in front of him with disgust. "Sí," he answered. "A brother and mother."

Val nodded his head slowly. "They mustn't be in England if you're telling me this, or you must be really stupid to tell me your weakness."

José smirked. He had heard of Valentino Marrow before. He was notorious because of how ruthless and inhuman he is. One time, someone told him that he gouged a man's eyes out alive and beat him with a baseball bat repeatedly for hours until he died. However, José wasn't the least bit nervous. He had experienced much worse in the last ten years of him in the mafia world.

"I would say a little of both," he replied playfully.

"You're very calm for someone who has been captured," Val said, not liking how calm he was. They usually were scared to the bones. They cried, shivered, and prayed to god like he would get them out of the situation. Yet he never did.

"No offence. But your men aren't doing a very good job," José said and received a growl from Julian. "I recommend tying me to the ceiling. I'm way too comfortable in this chair."

Val frowned. Never had a prisoner acting the way José was. He acted like they were friends. And they certainly were not friends.

He got up from the chair and faced Julian with his back towards José. "Drown him," he ordered to Julian while exiting the door. He gave a sideways glance to José and smirked when his face twisted into a horrified look. "And make it painful."

Even after leaving the warehouse, Val could hear a very, very loud scream. That scream alone would've given a normal man shivers and nightmares, but to Val, it satisfied him.

Looking up at the blue moon, he breathed in a swift of the night's air. The sounds of crickets filled the silent night, and for a moment, just a moment, he felt peace. But that didn't last long when his phone rang.

"Yes?" He asked without checking the caller ID.

"Val-Val!" A cheerful voice filled his ears and made him inch his phone away from how loud it was.

Val scowled knowing who this was. "Stacy? Why are you calling at ten o'clock?"

"Because I missed you, silly. You seem in a bad mood. Want me to cheer you up?" She asked in a flirtatious voice.