1.
The night was silent, rain was pouring down. He loved this time of the day for it was as dark as his soul. Sound of man was echoing in the walls of his mansion, no less than a palace. A kingdom he ruled.
The man was singing a song in a broken voice, chocking on his own words after every line. He sounded like someone who's been crying for a while. Raspy voice, quite scratchy and unpleasant
to ears.
"So s-smoke 'em if you got 'em
'Cause it's g-going down
All I ever w-wanted was you
I'll n-never get to heaven
'Cause I-I d-don't know h-how—"
His voice thick of fear and trembling, slow tears mixed with blood gushing out of his left eye, that was closed with no eye there. HE had plucked it out with his fingers.
Placing a finger on the singing man's lips he leaned towards his ear and whispered,
"Shshsh I was enjoying listening to the fear dripping from your voice until you started stuttering." Pulling out a knife from his pocket he started tracing his lips.
The man started shaking like a leaf on windy day, it was dead silent in the basement.
"Open your mouth and put that tongue out. Just like my son here." He pointed towards his Doberman standing tall on his right.
"You know what you and my son don't have in common? The loyalty. The one thing I demanded from you all from the very first day I was given the title of Don after my father. But NO! People like you go around running your mouth, talking about MY business?"
Leaning close to his face, "Be a good boy and show me that tongue." The shaking man closed his mouth shut and started shaking his head violently.
"No no, open it." He said calmly. The man still denied. With in a blink of eye HE picked up a hammer from the table on side and hit his knee with so much force that a "crunch" of breaking bone echoed in room followed by cries of pain.
Gripping that man's face he again calmly said, "Now that wasn't hard. Was it? We could've done this so easily but YOU wanted to make it messy and I am all for it." Tone dripping with authority and power. Silence followed his words.
Sound of water trickling down something filled the room. Everyone's eyes in the room followed the sound and found that man on the chair has peed in his pants. Urine was running down his legs as he cried begging for mercy.
"Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting now we not only have the blood to clean but this too? You're proving to be more work than you are worth of." HE shouted.
"Let's finish this" he said to himself.
"Open that mouth before I destroy your other knee too." The man obliged.
Pulling a gun out of from the back of his pants. He placed it in his mouth with his finger on the trigger.
"Say your last words"
"Please p-please d-don—
He pulled the trigger and the dull wall behind the now dead man was painted with his blood and flesh. With no remorse or even a glint of pity he started heading towards exit, with his men following behind.
"Clean the mess and burn the body."
That night Lorenzo walked out of the basement with the blood of another man tainting his hands, just like many other nights.
