PROLONG 1

**Alessio**

“We’ve got a problem,” a harsh voice said through the phone. It was my

second in command.

“I’m coming,” I told him. I didn’t like his tone. I could tell it was something

really bad. His nervousness made me nervous. Viktor was a crazy bastard, and if

something had him this riled up, then it was something big. Something I really

wouldn’t like.

I walked out of my office and found a few of my men standing in the hallway,

lined up and on guard. They bowed their heads in respect as I walked by.

As I stepped into the dark hallway that led to the soundproof basement, my

body tensed. The air around me was stale and my steps were hard against the

silence as I prepared myself for the worst.

When I opened the door, I saw Viktor leaning against the wall, his head cast

down in defeat. My entrance didn’t even faze him, he was so lost in his own

thoughts. I cleared my throat and he glanced up.

His expression conveyed horror and disgust. “It’s bad,” Viktor said, pointing

toward the room. I nodded, then walked farther inside, leading the way while

Viktor fell into step behind me.

Stomping forward, I found a bloodied man strapped to a chair. The basement

room was empty except for the chair in the middle and a table at the back. Four

of my men stood around him. They were my right-hand men.

I didn’t recognize the captive, but when he looked up at me, his eyes were

filled with terror. As I got closer, his already pale face twisted in pain. He pushed

back against the chair when I stopped in front of him.

“What the fuck is going on?” My voice boomed around the room. I didn’t take my eyes off the man, but when I saw him flinch, satisfaction coursed

through my body. The fucker better be petrified.

Viktor walked around me to stand behind the man. He grabbed the captive’s

hair and pulled hard until his neck snapped back painfully. The man screamed

and thrashed.

I lifted my eyes from the battered captive to meet Viktor’s disgusted gaze.

“The fucker betrayed us. I heard him talking. The fucking Italians. He’s

working for them,” Viktor growled.

I looked down at the man and his eyes were closed. He refused to look at me.

The anger that took over my body was indescribable. He fucking betrayed me.

Me. The. Fucking. King. The person who owned his life.

Nobody betrayed me and got away with it. I trusted all my men. They were

my family, but when one of my own betrayed me, they paid the ultimate price.

Death. Very painful death.

Taking a deep breath and schooling my features, I stepped away from the

strapped man.

“Bring me a chair,” I yelled. I saw one of my men scrambling back, doing as I

commanded.

“Here you go, Boss,” Phoenix said a minute later. He placed the chair behind

me and slowly stepped away.

I sat down and faced the motherfucker. He opened his eyes and stared directly

at me. My temper flared. Leaning forward, I snarled into his face. “Why?”

His body shook in fear but he refused to answer. I looked up and signaled

Viktor. He let the man go and walked toward the table at the back of the room,

only to come back with a cutter in his hand.

I smiled almost maliciously and leaned back against the chair, crossing my

arms over my chest.

“Enjoy,” I said, nodding at Viktor.

As he got to work, the man’s screams filled the room. Blood dripped all over

the floor, but I kept my gaze fixed on him the whole time. When he started to

lose consciousness, I raised my hand. Viktor instantly stopped his torturous

ministrations.

Leaning forward again, I asked, “Why and who?”

I laughed when he glared at me. Viktor leaned forward and punched him.

“Show respect.”

“I will ask one last time. Why and who?” I said menacingly as I took his face

in my hand. My fingers pressed hard into his cheek until blood oozed badly from

his wounds.

When he still wouldn’t answer, I let his face go and stood up, pushing my chair away. I wasn’t going to get my hands dirty this time. But the man strapped

against the chair in front of me forced my hand. The rest of my men needed to

see me kill. They needed to see the consequences of betraying me.

They needed to see the worst of me. How brutal I could be. It appeared they

had forgotten.

I was feared by all and nobody fucking betrayed me.

Walking toward the table, I picked up the pliers. As I turned, all the men took

a step back. Viktor smiled sadistically and shook his head. “Fuck, yeah. Now

you’re talking.”

Viktor held the captive’s head against the chair. I stood in front of him and

roughly grabbed his chin, not caring if I hurt him. I forced his mouth open and

held the pliers to his teeth.

The man tried to scream, but I never gave him a chance. It took me hours to

be satisfied.

And when I was done, he was no longer breathing.

May this be a lesson learned.

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