Chapter 8 Devil in business suit

Silvio walked inside the warehouse where his men were patrolling the area. His long and authoritive strides woken the fear in his enemies head. He glanced across the silent warehouse when his eyes landed on Dante leaning against the wall wiping his gun with a small cloth.
"Where's he?" Silvio asked in his serious and deep voice when Dante pushed himself off the wall before looking Silvio's way.
"Tied. In backside." Dante said pointing towards back door. Silvio didn't even bothered to nod as he strode towards the door as Dante followed behind me.
Silvio frowned as his steely eyes landed on man tied to chair with black cloth on his head and blood was peeking through his shirt.
"Surprise! Motherfucker!" Silvio growled throwing bucket filled of ice cold water on man as he jolted awake screaming. The man looked around panickingly when his eyes landed on man in front of him in designer business suit. But it didn't affect him as much as dark look in Silvio's eyes.
"M-Mr. S-Salvatore!" The man panicked more.
Silvio narrowed his eyes as he crouched down to his eyes level.
"M-Mark! W-Why did y-your dirty a-ass betrayed me?" Silvio asked mimicking Mark's voice. Mark looked terrorised at him. His throat clenched in desperate need to breathe whereas his body shook with fear. He could feel his hands and legs trembling as Silvio stood tall to his full intimidating height.
"I-I didn't do anything." Mark pleaded almost crying. He regretted the moment he decided to work for mafia. Everything was going smooth in his life until his mother fell sick and his job as receptionist didn't paid him enough to treat her.
Silvio tilted his head to side as his eyes scanned shaking man in front of him.
"What do you want to say? That Dante lied?" Silvio asked narrowing his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, piercing Mark's soul with his glare.
Mark immediately looked behind Silvio as his eyes met Dante's cold ones. Mark gulped hard.
Mark knew he had fucked up and now there was no going back. And lying wasn't an option either and spending years in mafia had already cleared the fact that Silvio left only one path for people who disappoint him....death.
"I am sorry! I didn't knew he was your man! I was paid to ki-" Mark cried out in desperation. His lungs constricted and his chest tightened when Silvio's fists greeted his face with a hard punch. Blood spurred out of his mouth as he spit out his teeth on ground. Dante twisted his mouth in disgust before placing a hand on Silvio's shoulder.
"Don't kill him. Not yet." Dante murmured looking at Mark. Mark couldn't describe the fear his heart was drowning in.
Silvio grunted before clenching his fists.
"Torture him till he speaks truth and if he protests, chop him in tiny pieces and send it as my condolences to that bastard." Silvio said making Mark looking wide eyed at him.
"NO! PLEASE!" Screams of Mark went unheard as Silvio turned around before walking away. Mark's vision blocked as Silvio's retreating frame got blocked by Dante's muscular body.
"Well, well. What would you like first?" Dante asked as Mrk looked at him with fear and confusion. His eyes went wide as Dante pulled out his blade and plier from his pocket waving them in front of Mark.
"Pliers or Blade?"
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I didn't knew when I fell asleep last night, but I knew the time when I woke up from nightmare I was having since years. I again dreamed of my mother. At first we were planting flowers back in our family home but gradually dream turned dark replacing happiness with reality's ugliness as she slapped me and screamed at me how Disgraceful I was that how much of a disappointment I was. I begged, I cried but my tears weren't enough to melt her heart.
And last night's events were as fresh as oxygen.
I stopped before my thoughts could push me back to the void of darkness in my head.
My eyes scanned papers on my table as I signed them. It was patients reports. I checked each one's vitals and prescribed them with needed medicines when I reached my office.
It was already four in afternoon and I remembered his words sharply. Swallowing hard, I mentally went through my options.
The sane to do was to call police about this and hope they could protect me. Except if my suspicion was right, he might be watching me, like he admitted yesterday without hesitation, and he would know I contacted police and I might not survive long enough for the police to reach me.
It was worth the risk, because the alternative was going along with whatever games he was playing. I still didn't knew what he wanted from me but the looks and aura he had him surrounded engulfed me in fear.
My mind tensed as I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to calm myself down. I needed to make a decision.
Do I call police? And if not, do I go to cafe like he said?
He would know.
There was only one thing I could do.
I had to meet him if I didn't needed him to interfere in my life.
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My feet automatically stopped as I reached cafe. Would he be here? Or, maybe he decided to not show up, which would be great. I sighed. I could talk to him like adults and ask him what did he wanted.
Yes.
Assuring myself, I opened the door. The bell jingled as I entered the cafe. Like always, it was crowded and stuffed with college students and few regular customers.
My eyes scanned the cafe and that's when I met his gaze, cold and metallic, freezing me on spot, evaporating every single ounce of courage I was left with. He was sitting at one of empty coffee tables in the corner, his big hand rested on table. Like yesterday, he looked dangerous yet beautiful, a lethal combination, as his long slack claded legs were widened underneath the table as his arm rested on arm rest of his chair. His suit jacket was spread on chair opposite to his and his black shirt was folded up to his elbows and black ink was peeking through his veiny arms.
Anticipation and dread engulfed me and I looked around. It was a public place. I was safe. And then I took a step and then another towards where he was sitting.
"Hello, Sadie.." He said rising to his feet as I approached.
His deep voice engulfed me, his accent caressed my ears. Even with the scar cutting through his eyebrow, he was a stunningly good-looking man, the kind that women salivate over. If he wasn't stalking me, I could had wished for his strong arms around me.
"What did you wanted to talk about?" I know I was being rude, But I didn't cared now. We were long past politeness. The only reason I was here was because I didn't wanted to attract trouble.
"Sit." He motioned to the chair across from him on which his jacket was draped and sat down. "You won't like to attract unwanted attention."
Threat.
His words were hiding a underlying threat behind them. Rage and fear were tangles of life wires in my chest, and I felt like I was one breath away from exploding.
"You're scared." He said calmly, as a statement of fact rather than a question. And I stared at him, caught off guard.
Was I that transparent? Or was he a mind reader?
"It's okay." He said and I caught a glimmer of amusement in his steely gaze. "You can admit it. I won't hurt you today."
Today? My chest tightened. I fisted my hands, digging my nails inside my palm under the table. "Of course, I'm scared." I said as steadily as I could manage. "It's not like you get to have coffee with your stalker. Why do you ask? Is that a surprise?"
"No, of course not." He smiled and my lungs constricted, preventing me from breathing. It wasn't a genuine smile-though his teeth were white and a tiny scar on his lower lips was visible now-though it terrified me more.
Something was off about him.
It was a smile he had designed for one purpose only-to lure any woman in and make them forget what he truly was.
"You have a reason to be scared but I didn't even touched you," his smile disappeared and his silver eyes flashed with fury. "Then why are you shaking?"
I was about to open my mouth to ask him what he wanted but his phone rang as he pulled it out of his slacks and without looking at screen, he pressed it against his ear.
"Sí." Italian! His accent was italian. And did it sounded cynical?
"I don't fucking care....Good....when?...where is he now? Burn him...werehouse outside the city." After few sí's and no's, he hung up.
Burn him?! Werehouse?! Who was he?!
I panicked but refrained it to show on my face. I recoiled instinctively, pushing my chair back, but before I could jump on my feet, his hand caught my wrist, shackling it to the table.
"I didn't say you could go." His voice was as cold as ice. "We aren't done here yet."
His fingers were like molten iron cuff around my wrist, his grip punishable an tight. I remained sit and glanced around. The nearest group of people was dozen feet away and nobody was paying attention to us. Panic beat in my chest, but I reminded myself that lack of attention was a good thing.
Pushing aside my fear, I focused on my breathing. "W-what do you want from me?"
After hearing his conversation, I was sure about one thing, he wasn't a normal man with money and all. He was something else, more evil, more sinister.
"I'm trying to decide that," he said, his face turning dark. "I have few ideas of what I want from you but as you see, I am still contemplating."
He looked at me and regarded me with cool gaze.
I was going to ask what did he mean when I heard ping of my phone. He motioned me to attend it and I debated if he really meant that.
I was about to swipe to pick up call when my eyes landed on notification on my lock screen. For a moment, I looked at it confused and then confusion turned into shock and after that new dread hugged me.
'Medical receptionist of Saint.John's hospital, Mark Donovan has been found dead, near warehouse of multimillionaire Silvio Salvatore, resource has informed that his body was mutilated, his mind were chopped off.'
My fear intensified and suddenly I went back to two weeks ago. That man, Dante, he mentioned his name, Silvio. And I still remembered the terrified look on Liam's face after hearing Silvio's name. Was he the same Silvio who was sitting in front of me?
Slowly, I looked up at him. He must had knew what I just read because corners of his mouth turned up. "What was it, Sadie? Did something interesting pop up on your device?" He leaned in, his gaze pinned me on my place. "Or are you going to attend a funeral."
My chest was so tight, I could hardly take a breath. My insides were screaming, my mind pondering if this man in front of me has anything to do with Mark's death? Was he here to kill me too? Panic gripped my paranoid mind, and I jumped on my feet before he could grab me again.
"Y-You killed him." I barely whispered and his smirk widened.
I was about to turn around and ran in opposite direction when he stood up too, towering over my frame. "If you walk out of this cafe now, there will be no mercy when I'll get my hands on you."
My insides felt like lead as I took a step back, despite his warning, my head shaking violently.
"You killed him." I repeated in a choked voice and spinning around, I ran out of the cafe, heading blindly to hospital.
It was only when I entered the safe perimeter of hospital, I realized, Silvio Salvatore didn't do anything to stop me.
Despite his warning, I ran away. Would I really dread the consequences? Would I really see him again?
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