Chapter 89: It Always Involves Gun

Chapter 89: It Always Involves Gun

Luciano

I wasn't born to be soft and quiet, I was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips. To have people bow and peck my shoes before me. To be the kind and I am.

I met evil when I was nothing but a little boy. The first time I pulled a trigger was at the age of ten and it was in our basement where my father at the time had a few prisoners that he had captured.

'This is what happens to the people who do not pay us respect, who choose the side of my enemy.’

That was a complete stranger to me but I still remember his lifeless eyes, his rugged beard and his croaky voice as he cried for mercy. When I was younger, I got nightmares from the memory of what happened that night, I killed him and it wasn't more awful than that but for a little boy, it was. My father was a great man, a great leader, even a great father. After he died, I took his place and his death changed our cartel. Ambrose and I took it the hardest way, we were both very close to him. My mother was devastated as well but after the many times he had been shot, it was a miracle it didn't happen sooner. The only thing that soothes me is that I avenged his death with my own hands. The role of the Don was unfamiliar to me when it occurred but I will never forget the day I put a bullet through Edward Santana's head. The Black Lotus Mafia Don, finding him wasn't easy and getting a chance to kill him was even harder but I did it. And fúck his good it felt.

Edward and my father had been friends but all of a sudden, the Santana family turned against us because of power and money. He killed my father and I had no other choice but to end his life.

And here I am again, fidgeting with the sting of another's life. I cock my head to the side as my eyes tiredly wander over the bag of scum a few feet away from me, it was completely silent apart from his labored breathing and my four men are standing around him, waiting for me to utter an order. But this, I want to do it myself.

“Steven Parker.” I exhaled, taking unrushed steps around him.

“You were sure as hell not easy to find and may I say I am quite impressed by the record you possess.” I said, stopping in front of him.

I had ordered one of my best hitmen to find him so I could kill him. Doing this in a deserted alleyway wasn't my plan but as long as no one hears or sees anything, it will do. We are three hours away from the city and I want to get over it. His eyes darted between me and my men.

“I..I don't understand why you are here.” He stutters.

Following everything he has done, I am taken by surprise that he had such a lack of balls to even utter a complete sentence.

“You wonder why I am here?” I chuckled humorlessly and quickly grabbed his throat and pushed him up against the brick wall. His hands try to claw my grip away but he isn't even half as strong.

“I am here because a certain fitly fucking assholes can't seem to keep his disgusting dick to himself.” I gritted in his face.

Despite his weak frame and unattractive looks, he is a clever man and I don't mean that as a compliment. He had been accused and reported for aggravated rape, both adults and children even though he has been in court numerous times, there has been a huge lack of evidence and I decided to take matter into my own hands. My father taught me many important things, one was to never allow disrespect and another was to always be on the right side of things. As in, don't ignore fucking rapids, both predators and human trafficking are things I highly dislike. It disgusts me.

“I have no idea what you are…”

My fist connects with his jaw before he can finish. No matter how much he whines, I won't regret what I am about to do, it will only waste my time.

“Now, Steven.” I forced him down on his knees and grabbed his hair to pull his head back.

“Do you have any last words?” I asked, smirking as I pointed the gun to his forehead and cocked it.

“I am sorry, I didn't mean to. I..I was weak, it wasn't intentional.” I jerk his hair.

“Shut the fuck up, you disgusting piece of shit. I promise you, there is a much worse place than hell waiting for you just as you deserve.”

The shot echoes through the stone walls of the building around us but I pay it no thought I drop his lifeless body on the floor and gestured for my men to deal with it. I put my gun back in my waistband and adjusted my suit as I walked back to the car. This was a hell of a night, I have to admit.

After several hours in the back seat of the car, I finally made it through the gates of the mansion. We still haven't moved into the property I bought for us but in a few weeks, we will. When I brought Abigail there for the first time and told her the news, she literally jumped at me in happiness. The house was silent when I entered and I could hear my own footsteps echoing through the foyer as I walked towards and up the stairs. I stride through the long hallway and when I reach the bedroom, there was a stray light coming from the barely ajar door.

Abigail had her nose in her computer when I walked in and looked up the second she heard me close the door. Her face lit up in a smile and while unbuttoning my shirt, I walked to where she sits, leaning on the bed frame.

“What are you still doing awake? It is almost three in the morning.” I muttered.

“I waited for you, I can't sleep unless you are next to me.” She said and when I got to her, I sat down on the edge and caressed her bare thigh.

“I am sorry, it took longer than expected.” I sighed, she moved her hand to cup my cheek.

“I thought it was just supposed to be a business meeting.” She frowns.

“It was until I got the news that my men had located a guy I had been looking for so I had to deal with that.” She cocks an eyebrow.

“Let me guess, it involved a gun?” I chuckled and smacked her thigh.

“It always involves a gun, angel.” I said and she shook her head to herself.

I stand up and throw my shirt on the floor and then slip into the bathroom. When I stand in front of the mirror, her figure shows up in the reflection, standing with her arms folded in the doorway.