Slave to the Mafia

A world full of violence, treachery, dishonesty and atrocity certainly don't have a place for a child, an innocent soul between evil. Aaron was a kid like others, with a single parent walking over time and striving for him, his mother was all he had, he had never known his biological father, he stick to his mother's side and cherished her, though at a very young age he was so brilliant, little did he know his little world of comfort will soon crumble. It began with the secret code of a treasure which was made known to him by his mother, and she forced him to swear never to tell. Then at five he lost her, she was murder by the same heartless man in the mask who had ripped him from his mother and made him submissive, the same man who had made him watch his mother died helplessly, the same beast who had forced him into the mafia and disappeared just like he came. Days, weeks and months past, life became harder and more terrible for him, he only live with the haunting memory of the man with a cobra tattoo on his wrist pulling the trigger. No more comfort, no more innocence, no small opening for a little light to rush through just darkness, pain, scar and void. He was made to know the rules of the jungle, he was trained to steal and serve, his heart harden with each torture, he learnt to laugh in the face of pain and accept whatever he went through as his own life burden. He was chained forcibly and made to be a slave to the Mafia. Not until he met Kendrick chuckles, the strongest of all mob boss in town, well known as the Crime Lord, he was feared for his instinct of killer, he killed with cold blood like there was no tomorrow, no mercy, only tooth for tooth or was it money for service, and blood for treason. What of the treasure code and the assassin? Will Kendrick presence change anything? Read to find out

oluna15 · Horror

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6 Chs

Chapter 3

Aaron

I push myself back on my feet hissing at the pain that shoot through my body. I made my way to the door after stumbling million times, my ankle still hurts but I needed to get my ass out of whatever shit I got myself into.

I crouch down to the door lock, an peep through the lock, I saw darkness. I knew this type of lock looks tough but very easy to open. I slipped the string I stretched and form in the lock before twisting it.

With a faint click the door flew open, I tiptoed out sticking to the wall as I walk in the hall with red carpets and portrait, it took me all not to grab the golden candlesticks and vessels.

I was vigilante all the time, popping my head out first before taking a turn. The sounds of footsteps down the hall caught my attention, I had no other choice than to push through the closest door, but it was lock! I quickly slip my string in the lock and kept twisting till I unlock the door. I threw myself in and shut the door quietly.

I stop dead, jaw dropping to the floor with eyes wide, as wide as my eyes could go.

"Holy fuck." I looked around, in awe, forgetting about my pain I leaped to the black shoulder statue in glass, with a diamond chain around the neck. I made a hole in the glass with my thick blade, I reach for the chain and retrieved it.

I moved on to the next, it was a huge sapphire ring, I grabbed it shoving it in my pocket. The room was like a jewelry store, beautiful jewelries million of THEM! I felt like picking each and everyone.

I approached a huge diamond stone, I turned around it for a while expecting every inches of it. "Fucking huge." I mumbled to myself.

I grabbed it holding it tight against my chest like it was going to heal my broken rib.

"What the hell are you doing here?! How did you come in here?"

I turn around on hearing the hoarse voice of Mr Intimidating.

His face held anger and irritation.

"Oops." I let go of the diamond stone allowing it to shatter into pieces.

I quickly jump across the table, know well he would come for me. I swear I saw flames coming out from his nostrils as he flared, his pupils were narrowed and he devoured me with his look.

He launch towards me trying to grab me in vain, I went under tables and over, knocking down whatever was on it, it hurt me to see such mighty riches spoil but if I'm gonna die may as well have fun.

I tripped on an emerald stone and fell on my stomach hurting my already injured rib. I held back a scream and groan instead.

I was yanked up by the hair, by my predator. "You'll regret this!" He growled while fixing me in the ears. He shoved me back to the floor delivering kicks on my chest.

I wrapped myself in a ball and tried to protect my rib cage, he pulled me up and delivered a blow on the center of my face, he repeated the action three more times before dragging me out of the room.

He drags me to the basement, throwing me down the stairs, I hit my injured ankle on the stairs while falling and use my hands to relent my fall but turns out there were broken piercing of glasses on the floor it pierced my skin and blood pour out of my palms.

I was picked up again by another guy, I looked up and noticed two other guys had invited themselves in.

He pulls me to the pillar in the basement after ripping my shirt off my body.

He forced me close and cuff my hands around the pillar. I spat the horrid test of blood in my mouth, I didn't look down at my spit, I guess it was thick blood, I rest my head on the wall trying to wipe the blood from my bloody nose and now bursted lips.

I heard him position himself behind me.

"Who sent you?" He sounded calmed but yet firm, still threatened and austere.

My lips are sealed. No matter what I can't tell who sent me is what I was made to understand all my life, one of the crucial rules of been a snatcher and a slave to the Mafias, is never revealing your Master's name till death, I've made that one of my principles, I don't give a damn to know good from bad, rules are rules.

I felt a tiny long object lashing through my skin, tremendous pain jolted in my body, I flinched at how painful it was.

"Who is the son of Bitch who had the impetus to send you to Kendrick Chuckle's property?! I need his name so I can watch him die!" He hit me with whatever object it was again and again. I could feel my flesh opening and blood trickling down my torn back, I concentrated on the WHOOSH sound of the object as it cut through the air, landing on my back with force. I dug my nails in the cuts on my palm trying to fight pain by pain.

"You better start speaking, Kendrick wouldn't have mercy on you like I do, he would kill you once he gets back, but if you speak now you'll die quickly and painlessly in my hands." He paused when he saw I wasn't speaking.

"Will you speak up!" He slammed my head on the stony pillar obtaining a yelp from me. The room started spinning as my legs gave up and I slump to my feet, his voice was now muffled as I slowly drift to the horrifying darkness of so much memories.

I smiled to myself, cause I was contented with the pain, I was feeling, If I'm ask to jump off a building right now I'd gladly do it. I was going to die very soon by the way. I knew I was going to die before I blink. I guess this is here my story ends. Kendrick Chuckles would kill me. He would use my skull to drink wine like Ms cobra would normally say.

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