Infatuation Of Darkness

This chapter is supposed to be graphic but I changed it. So it would be just skimming through.

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Angelo had immediately gotten up and walked to the basement where there were temporary makeshift cells. Holding cells to be exact. They were in use for months at stretch but after that, they were vacant. Since the people in there were dead. Given the person was no longer alive. It was a headache to remove the stench of the dead and of course the remains.

He did pay people good money for this. Removing those dead bodies and the stench of them was expensive to him but the work for his people was busy enough as it is and they focused on the work given instead of those left to die.

His tie lost and coat taken off, Angelo was ready to torture. He had so much of pent up frustration and anger that this felt more than necessary to be carried out. He was going to enjoy ripping the man apart. Given it was a long time since he had been relieved of the stress.

The Chicago organisation needed constant supervision. When an organisation fell apart, it attracted many bosses who were ready for the opportunity to expand and Angelo had to eliminate those threats. He had maintained a constant eye on the organisation from both the inside and the outside. Constantly being aware of what was happening and how the boss was telling the things. It was a poor order of everything and everything he meant everything. from the chain of command to the following of orders everything was just messed up no one followed in the commands seriously and to be honest he knew that the soldiers were not as delicious as they should have been otherwise the organisation definitely won't have been in shambles.

The poor excuse of a boss enjoyed the money and spent them on skirts and tits. his soldiers were barely getting by and he had no idea about it or he simply did not get which can lead to betrayal. And it did.

The men had willingly given up information. So much so they had given the sensitive information which Angelo was shocked to know that they had access to. Some information was meant for the inner circle and not to be distributed to everyone.

He entered and smirked as he saw the fallen boss. He looked angry and depressed at the same time. He knew he had fucked up big time and now he was captured and assured of the fact that he would be dead soon and it would be slow and torturous death.

"They treating you good?" Angelo asked as he slowly dragged a chair in front of the man and sat down. The prolonged actions just made him afraid of the unknown more. Ah, the fear of the unknown often led to increases in fear.

"Uh..I.." he stammered not expecting to just talk. He had imagined the torture to begin as soon as the boss.

Angelo laughed a little. "feel free to talk. You are going to die anyway." He shrugged as he said the truth. It was a matter of time before he was given his death.

With hearing the words that Angelo said, he felt a sudden burst if anger inside him. He had been played and betrayed to the level where he had no standing. From the crime boss of Chicago to a prisoner in the dungeon.

"You fucked everything up!" He accused with his loud voice. He knew death was coming and he was afraid of no one. "You made it all fuck up! I was a king! A fucking king and now—"

"Now you are not even capable of being the dirt of someone's shoes." Angelo completed his sentence for him. "I think you might not be equal to a minimum wage earners worth. Even they have more money than you at the moment."

The man felt angrier but the growing seconds. He wanted to kill the man in front of him. "You think this is funny?" He spat. "Everything is destroyed by you. Stop thinking that you would reign forever. Everyone's comes to an end."

"Only a fool's reign ends before it should." Angelo corrected. "being a king or a boss is never easy. It's never just c*nt and cash. It's never just luxury. You were a joke and it was about time you got wrapped up in it." Taking a plyer from the drawer, Angelo pulled three of his fingernails.

Not swiftly and definitely not quickly.

The man howled in pain.

What a pity, Angelo bemused. He had not even started the real torture.

He was sure that his wife could ensure more. And she had, very bravely might he add.

He did not stop crying. Instead, his cries got louder every second and instantly made Angelo's temper rise.

He got up and punched the man straight in the eye and then held his mouth. "Not one more cry. Do you hear me? Take it like a boss going down and not a pansy!" He hissed with his eyes blazing.

The man whimpered but immediately quietened down. He knew that the man in front of him was in the control of the situation and his life. The man could end it in seconds.

He had to delay his death and get out of here. If he did, then he could plan the course of his revenge. If there was any member of his organisation was still alive he could count them in but he was willing to take the chance of finding them. But then it was a long shot. He might not even make it out today.

"Why..why Chicago?" He questioned heaving slightly. "why not somewhere else. You have the power and the resources to conquer any organisation."

"That I do." Angelo agreed. "but when you expand, you expand where you can reach. Also, your organisation was already in shambles. It was a matter of time before anyone tried to get and I just seized the opportunity." 

The man blinked. He knew of it. Everyone knew of it. His men were barely getting by and now they were being killed after a violent takeover. Who the hell was he Expecting to help him in revenge when he got out. They would kill him instead. 

If he ever got out. Because both looks of it, he was not going to anytime sooner.

So he resigned from everything. "Just kill me. Kill me and be done with it. I'm sure that you have other things worth your time."

Angelo clicks his tongue. This was boring. He never liked conversations with but the look on this man's face as he wondered what was next was far more pleasing than anything else.

He scoffed at the man's attempt to get an easy death. It was not going to be quick and he could assure anyone of that.

"Don't tell me about what I am to do because I am doing it better." He taunted. "I am not going to kill you so soon." He said. "I will take my time with it. Someday when you won't hope for me to come I will be right in front of you and when you want to receive dead, I might send a doctor over."

"You won't even give me death?" He had the fucking audacity to look appalled. 

"Why not?" The man whined. He fucking whined even after knowing that death was staring at him in the face. "Why waste your time and resources on keeping me alive when you can kill me right now?" 

The man was a kid or he considered Angelo to be one. Desperate enough to beg for it, he was suggesting it. Angelo wondered if he had the mental capacity of being a boss.

Maybe the whole situation had just messed him up. 

"What time and resources are you talking about? No one is going to give you a moment of their time. You are going to rot in here, until then when we finally remember you exist or maybe you won't until then."

His taunts had raised a fear inside the man. He knew that death was coming but in the worst ways possible and starvation was one of the worst ones. 

"Please. I am begging you!" He cried. 

He sighed and then grabbed his fingers, breaking three at once, he rolled his eyes at the man howled again. 

Angelo got up and scoffed as the man flinched. He walked out and looked at Adriano. "Throw him in a cell." He then remembered something else. "And give him a bath before that."

Adriano's face twisted into something cruel as well. He wanted nothing more than a little bit of stress relief and here it was. A good relief. 

Angelo smirked as he heard the quick steps. Adriano was like a kid in a candy store when it came to killing.

Ah, such a good chap.