Stalked by the Mafia Boss

WARNING ⚠️: violent and bloody scene, violent themes, I repeat violent and bloody themes! please be warned.

“You should speak to Dan.” Aunt Dido said, she shifted the blanket covering Korina.

Korina frowned at her words and sighed.

“She feels bad and she’s terribly sorry dear.” She handed Korina a glass of water to take her tablets, She took it from aunt Dido took a gulp and put the tablets she held in her hand into her mouth, swallowing it all.

“Aunt.” Korina said after recovering from the bitter taste of the tablets, “If she had shown that retard my picture at first we wouldn’t be facing this, the date would have never been fixed, this disaster wouldn’t have occurred and I could have been in my bed at home not a hospital bed.”

“I was angry at first too dear.” Aunt Dido replied, “But Daniella was trying to look out for you, she thought she could make you happy.”

“Well look how it ended.” Korina said pointing to herself, “A hospital bed, bruised body and a wounded forehead not to mention the insults and embarrassment at the restaurant.”

“Calm down Korina.” Her aunt pleaded, “you have to speak to her.”

“Well not now.” She said adamantly, “I would but I don’t want to now.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Korina laid back on the bed, the effects of the drugs making her dizzy.

“She’s technically your sister and best friend.” Aunt Dido took her hand carresing it, “you would eventually have to make up and get back on talking terms.” She said pointing out blatantly, “Try to get some sleep.”

Korina could only nod as she was really weak, her eyes were closing.

Her aunt adjusted the pillows making sure she was comfortable.

“Rest well baby.” She said and gave a fast asleep Korina a peck on the forehead before exiting the room.

The large door to the abandoned ware house was kicked open, two armed masked men walked in, carrying a limp body bundled up in a sack, they were followed by several armed men but unmasked.

“Boss said we should take him underground.” The less bulkier of the two men said. They both proceeded forward entering a large room and following a flight of steep stairs downward.

The sack was dropped roughly on the floor when they got to their destination, several other armed men got in and took their positions while the other two got busy.

A chair was set up in the middle of the room, the man was removed from the sack and placed on the chair, he was stripped of his clothes with only his underwear left on. He was still unconscious as they bound him tightly to the chair with a rope.

The tallest of the men took a pail of water and threw it harshly on the man, “wake up bitch.” He spat.

The bound man awoke startled, he opened his eyes, looked around him and assessed his condition before screaming hysterically.

“Why am I here?” He screamed, “who the fuck are you people?” He stared frightened at all the masked men.

“Answer me.” He screamed louder, “Someone fucking answer me and untie me immediately.” He yelled breathing frantically, he got no answer as they all stared at him, some chuckled.

“Fuck you all.” He cursed and was rewarded with a blow to the face, “That should shut you up.” The man who awoke him said.

“Enough!” They all heard a resonant voice which boomed across the room, all men bowed knowing it was their boss, they didn’t even have to look at the entrance.

They all remained in that position as the man made his entrance, he was masked also, his right hand man who was by his side wore a mask too, they were followed by armed men who threaded carefully behind them.

“Well, well, well.” The boss spoke clapping his hands dramatically, “If it isn’t Jeffrey peters.” He got closer to him and stopped few feet away, he signalled from his partner to move aside while he faced the victim.

“What do you want from me?” Jeffrey asked with all the courage and strength he could muster.

“No, no, slow down pretty.” The Boss said, “I would do the asking here.”

“I…” Jeffrey started but the boss hushed him.

“Shhh.” He said putting his hands over his lips, “Marco!” He called signalling to one of the men.

“Yes boss.” Marco answered rushing towards him, he stood while his boss whispered instructions to him before he went out of the room.

“When I get out of here, I will make you pay.” Jeffrey boasted.

“Calm down, you wouldn’t be getting out of here.” The boss said slipping on some latex gloves, “I am called death for a reason.”

Jeffrey stared in horror as the man brought out a pocket knife but he didn’t want to beg, he thought he would get out of here, he wanted to maintain his tough guy image.

“We would play a game Jeffrey?”

“What game slime?”

“You have got quite a sharp mouth.” The man remarked amusement laced his voice, “And it needs to be fixed.” He landed an unexpected punch, it was aimed at Jeffery’s mouth, a tooth fell out and blood trickled down his lips.

“So I am gonna lay out the rules, failure to abide by them, you meet your end, even if you abide by them, you still are gonna die, so let’s proceed.”

Jeffrey wanted to beg but his pride didn’t let him, he kept his mouth shut, starting harshly at the man.

“Rule one, Do not speak unless you are spoken to, Rule two, I ask a question, you give me a wrong answer I cut one of your digits off, you give me a right answer, I slice you, Rule three, don’t even beg, no matter how this goes, someone is gonna die and that someone is you.”

“Bring over that table.” A table was brought in front of Jeffrey, “Release his arms and cuff his hands to the table.” The Boss instructed, and his henchmen cuffed the hands of a very reluctant Jeffrey to the table.

“Question one.” The man said pulling out a butcher’s knife from the box that had been laid on the table and Jeffrey gulped.

“What are you Jeffery?”

“A man dumbass.” He croaked and was rewarded with the butchers knife landing on his right thumb, he screamed in pain as he watched it roll away.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, wrong answer dear.” He said, “you are a dead man, food for vultures.” He screamed taking the pen knife and stabbing him in the stomach.

He smiled sickly as he watched Jeffrey groan in pain, he bled out, the blood staining his white singlet.

“Question 2.” The man said, “What am I to you?”

“The fuck I know.” Jeffrey screamed and his scream turned into a howl and the butcher’s knife came down on his on his left hand cutting all his fingers away, he watched in horror as his digits rolled, 2 falling off the table.

“What the hell do you want from me?” He asked, tears running down his cheeks and he was stabbed on the shoulder.

“I said don’t speak unless you are spoken to.” The boss said pulling out the knife.

“As for the second question I asked, I am your killer.”

“Question 3, what did she do to you?”

“Who?”

“The woman you hit, embarrassed and almost killed you motherfucker.”

“Oh that black bitch, she deser…” A punch was landed on his face, he didn’t get to finish.

The boss was beyond livid, he brought the butchers knife down on him severally, randomly cutting his limbs, blood splattered everywhere, Jeffrey’s screams of pain sounded like music to his ears.

“I was gonna make your death slower but you irk me so much, I would kill you now.”

“Please, please forgive me.” Jeffrey pleaded, as he watched the man bring out his gun, “I will make it up to you, to her, I will never cross you again.”

The man shot Jeffrey on his on his arms before shooting his laps.

“Please, spare me.” He breathed.

“See you in hell.” The man said pulling the trigger, the sound so loud, the birds near the building flew away, wings fluttering in fright.