Chapter 60: Mafia’s possession
"It took you a long time to get back, Vicente," Alexander sneered. He was seated on an armchair with his long legs on the table. Between his lips was a fat cigar. And the smoke from it spiralled into the air. He was like the devil who had come to drag him to hell.
Then the door burst open, pushing Vicente who was standing close to the door. He missed his steps and fell down. Two men dressed in dark suits walked in with guns in their hands.
Vicente was horrified to see Alexander sitting before him. He almost emptied his bladder, Alexander's eyes blazed with fury and Vicente started shivering in fear.
He knelt before Alexander, rubbing his palms together. "P...Please, don't kill me," he pleaded.
One of the men pressed a gun to his neck and Vicente screamed. In a swift motion, Alexander got up from the chair. Before Vicente could scream further, a heavy punch landed on his face which sent his tooth flying out to the floor. Wheezing, he started coughing and he spat out a thick phlegm of blood.
"I think that will shut you up," Alexander growled. His face was twisted and he felt rage surging through his veins. Not that it matters because no one in his right senses will make the silly mistake of interrupting Alexander Vladimir.
Vicente winced in pain as he rolled on the floor, he was sure that the receptionist must have ratted him out. How else did Alexander find him?
Alexander crouched down, glaring at Vicente. He took a drag from the cigar and puffed it into Vicente's face. And he started coughing and writhing in pain.
"You know what, I will ask you this question and I want a straight answer. Am I understood?," he barked harshly.
Vicente started breathing heavily and he managed to nod his head. That moment, he felt a searing pain from his jaw.
"Speak out you scumbag! Am I understood?," he spat.
"Y..Yes," he sputtered.
Alexander grabbed his hair and dragged him up. Staring into Alexander's eyes, it was cold, dark and deep like the bottomless pit of hell. Vicente felt an icy wrap of horror seeping into him. At that moment, he knew he had only two available options; pay up his debt or rot in hell.
"Good, it's a good thing your brain is still functioning. I was considering splitting your head open for you to understand better," Alexander tightened his hold on Vicente's hair and he screamed.
"Alexander, don't kill me. I promise to pay up. Just give me little time," his voice trembled. And blood streamed from his lips which was torn. It was swollen already.
"Shut the fuck up!
Vicente nodded his head vigorously and a muffled sound came out from his mouth.
"Good boy. Just cooperate with me and all of these will be over," he slapped Vicente on the head. "Now, where is my money?"
Vicente's heart sank into his stomach. He became frightened and speechless. Alexander's hand was still tight on his hair which sent jolts of pain through his scalp and his head was banging.
"I know you're stupid, I never knew you'd become deaf too. Are your ears not functioning? Oh, I get it. You need a little motivation. Don't worry, I got you covered in that aspect," Alexander tilted his head towards Santos who was by the door.
Santo brought out a dagger and passed it to Alexander. And Vicente's eyes bulged in horror.
Vicente started struggling and his legs thrashing around the floor. "Don't, please, I beg of you."
Santos and the other man held Vicente down. The dagger gleamed under the harsh light of the fluorescent bulb in the room.
Wrapping his fingers around the handle, Alexander pressed the dagger to Vicente's throat. "Where is my money?," he growled.
He swallowed hard, the sharp edge of the dagger was pressed to his throat. He felt it sink deep like it would slit his throat open. His voice trembled in fear. "I don't have your money Alexander, just give me little time. I will pay up."
Alexander withdrew the dagger from his throat and he laughed in a cruel manner. "You're such a fool. There is nothing left in your account. How do you intend to pay back?"
"I.. I swear on my mother's grave, I will pay back," he was exhausted already and his arms ached badly as he was being held by Alexander's men.
Alexander stood up and ran his fingers through the sharp edge. His jaw was clenched and his face was contorted in rage. "You'll be joining her soon enough."
"I will sell my house, my cars. Anything just to pay up. All I beg of you is a little time," his voice was laced with fear.
Alexander scoffed. "You should have thought of that before running away. You can never escape my fury. I made money through blood, sweat and pain. If you think you can run away with my Money, then you're more stupid than I thought."
"I w….
A punch landed on his face again and then Alexander kicked him hard on his stomach which sent Vicente sprawling on the floor, writhing in pain. He could barely scream this time.
"Search his bag," Alexander ordered.
Santos opened the closet and rummaged through it. Piles of dirty clothes were thrown out while the search intensified. After a few minutes of searching the closet, Santo spoke. "Boss, there is no bag here."
"Continue with the search," Alexander replied. He sat on the arm chair as he puffed out smoke from the cigar.
Santos scattered the bed, the bedspread was thrown to the floor. Everywhere was in disarray as Santos searched the room thoroughly.
Alexander noticed the look of apprehension on Vicente's face. He followed the direction of Vicente's eyes which were fixed on the ceiling. He had a gut feeling that Vicente was not saying the truth about the money he owed him.
He got up and pushed a chair to the middle of the room. And climbed it. He was tall, his hands pushed the ceiling board which creaked and moved slightly. He pushed it again and it opened.
This time, Santos and the other man watched in surprise as Alexander removed a part of the ceiling board. He touched inside and he felt something. Quickly, he brought it out.
It was a bag, he got down and zipped it open. A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes the moment he turned the bag upside down and money spilled out.
In fright, Vicente sprang up and rushed to the door.
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