Chapter 93
"You sure we shouldn't wake the bitch up?" One of them asked.
"For what exactly?"
"I don't know, for them to both see the light fade from each other's eyes. Jeez, I've got to be a poet." He chuckled, staring at Jacqueline in a weird way.
"Poet? You would fail, you're fine where you are, at least a soul out there won't be mad that her poet left. " Alexander snorted.
"I hate that you still got a smart mouth on you, Daddy's dick." The poet guy said, pissed.
"You sound pissed, you pissed? Nice, at least you can process emotions, poet." Alexander mocked what he was doing was stupid, but he would do anything to buy time.
The guy stepped forward, bringing out his knife from his pants.
"Hey!" The other guys held him.
"Let me go, let me teach this fvcker some lessons." He said in rage.
"The boss said to make it clean, not messy. She won't appreciate this kind of mess you're about to make." They tried to pacify him and it was working, until Alexander just had to wag his tongue at him. He groaned in anger "if you don't do things your way, I will and you won't like it." He says to his partners, walking off.
"Just to be clear-" Alexander starts, but one of the masked men interrupts him "shut up, fvcker."
Alexander raised his eyes to stare at him "don't do that." He warned sternly and they were taken aback at the intensity and authority his voice carried.
"As I was saying, before a cockroach decided to interrupt rudely. How would you all like to be killed?" Alexander asked and he's immediately replied by snorts and a few mock laughs.
"You know when you were a kid, I'm a hundred percent sure you all wanted to be, let's say, A lawyer, a doctor, an artist, the other guy, a poet." He paused to stare at them and the way they froze showed he got the answers right.
"And you probably thought you would maybe have an accident coming back from work, sleep and not wake up. I'm sure you still think your death will be peaceful and merciful, but it has changed. Now, tell me something, how would you all like to die. I'm not asking the other guy, because he's already dead."
"What!" There were a few whispers here and they finally single out someone to go check on the guy who left.
"I don't plan on dying." One of them says,
"Okay, unending torture then and just so you know the four of you are the only surviving one of your crew, say your condolences as they won't be coming back" Alexander smirks in pain. He's losing a lot of blood and as long as he keeps them distracted the earlier his father's guys will be able to end them and take him away from here.
"Can you stop being delusional?" The voice he recognized earlier spoke up again.
Alexander glared at him in response "I'm sorry, I can't. It's the only thing I can do, since I'm dying anyway." He shrugs, but immediately closes his eyes as every little movement he makes, pain radiates his body.
"You." Alexander says to the innocent looking guy. He stares at Alexander in response.
"You should run off while you still can and hold up, your partners aren't back yet?" Alexander asked, a glint in his eyes.
Vincenzo's men were currently standing at their backs. The rate at which they walk on light feets should be studied, because how did they arrive about thirty minutes ago and no one heard, well, except him.
"I suggest you turn four right now and go find them. Don't worry I can't move, you all did a good job at incapacitating me." Alexander said.
"We should listen to him."
"Are you sick, he could run off and save himself leaving his Barbie behind."
Alexander growled slowly "I'll never leave her behind. I'm not a scum who treats his lady like shit like you do."
"Yeah we know that." One of them says,
Just as they turn, they are met with the angry stares of Vincenzo's men.
Their eyes widen like saucers.
"You know one thing I love about daddy dearest, he will never let his heir die." Alexander grunts, trying to keep his eyes open as they were already closing and he was growing weak from the loss of blood.
"As much as I would want to send one of you back to your 'boss', there's no louder words than her hired killers not returning back to her." He said.
One of the guy's, withdraws his gun and points it at Alexander, before he can say anything else, he's restrained and the gun taken away from him.
"Fool." Alexander mocks.
"Take them, torture them and don't kill them till I give the order." Alexander states, succumbing to nature.
It doesn't take his father's people anything to do as he says and when they're done, they're rushing to his side.
"Save her first" He managed to mumble, before slipping unconscious.
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Vincenzo paced his room, clearly disturbed. He's been like that ever since Alexander left with Jacqueline and they didn't return. Instead he had seen Greta walking around in excitement. He knew something was up when he heard her discussing with one of the maids on how to remove Alexander's things from his room as he wouldn't be coming back.
He had walked in on them and quietly passed by, he didn't want to rouse suspicion. It was just a day ago that she threatened to kill him, he thought she would exercise patience, but no, things at the clan were already a mess and the sooner Alexander was out of the way and no longer a threat to the empire, the sooner Bruno would be made the next Don after him. Of course Vincenzo wasn't going to let that happen, he had taken a lot of emergency considerations, in case something happened to him or Alexander.
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