Devoured by his Enemy Eyes

The Mafia's Son

Jeremy's POV

The Mafia's Son

I take a sharp bite of the red apple and watch the juice slide through my fingers down the length of my arm and onto the pristine counter. The tic starts and I count backward in my head.

1011, 1010, 1009, 1008…

The silence at the moment is punctuated by teeth-crushing apple bits and the steady drip of apple juice.

My phone buzzes and I glance at the notification.

Unknown: WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID THAT NIGHT

I bite into the fruit, leaving a gaping hole in its place. and there's another message from Unknown. I count before I read.

999, 998, 997, 996…

Unknown: WE HAVE PROOF

I make a quick work of the fruit and toss it in the bin then find the kitchen rag and vigorously wipe the counter according to my counts before heading to my room.

The apartment is silent until the phone buzzes again. My nose pinches and I remember I have a loose end to bind.

Watching my mother die when I was eight broke something critical in me, something vital to human existence, something was brutally taken that night.

They say to be truly human you need to feel fear. Fear stops us from making idiotic decisions. Fear keeps us alive. Fear keeps the world suspended in black and white, good and evil, light and dark, yin and yang, it makes the world go round. Fear.

But I didn't feel it as I embedded the Swiss knife my father gave me on my sixth birthday into the man violating my mother's dead body.

I didn't feel it as the man swung his revolver around, yelling and shooting at me whilst struggling to dislodge the bloodied utensil I kept stabbing into his back.

I didn't feel it when his friend backhanded me from behind and rushed to help his bleeding partner, setting aside his weapon.

I didn't feel it as I clutched the forgotten gun lying next to my Mom's dead body and shot at the men until the rounds clicked with empty bullets and their bodies twitched like dead chickens.

I felt rage as I observed my mother's violated body. She'd warned me to be quiet. She'd told me to get under the bed and learn my numbers as the men had barged into our motel room. I'd always been bad at counting numbers before this so she made me lie there and count, hissing at me if I skipped a number while they hurt her and humiliated her.

I felt only rage, only anger as I stood over the dead men and watched the one who'd put the bullet in my mother's skull casually walk out of the building, leaving his dead henchmen to clean themselves up but I swore on my mother's corpse that I would find him as he drove off into the night.

The police rolled in with flashing lights and crying sirens but my rage had turned into a brooding patience. I would find him and deliver the same fate he assigned me. I would take something integral to his existence, something that would transform him into this seething beast he made me then I would snuff the light from between his eyes.

I'd sat in that waiting room with no feeling, no emotion, no reaction to the blood coating my hands. My hands didn't tremble, my eyes weren't wet, and my voice was eerily calm as I gave my statement to the police as the only witness and survivor.

The doctors said I had developed severe OCD due to PTSD but I only knew the numbers kept me from spiraling.

My Mother's parents took custody and brought me to America hoping the Bering Sea would keep my father and the bratva away but nothing keeps Maxim Vongov from what he wants.

Not when what he wants is the heir to his empire, I was molded until my blackened heart turned diamond ice with jagged edges and pointed tips.

Being the son of the Bratva leader gave me the resources I needed to find my mother's assassin but before I could deliver his justice, he died in an accident.

His sudden death only made my beast rage, I didn't keep my oath to Mother and I've had to live with that shame for four years but I have a new agenda, one I need to fulfill before my brothers and I are exposed as traitors and become bounties for the highest bidder.

I've dragged my brothers into my quest for retribution and I must ensure they don't get any heat from my plans but Someone out there thinks to play Master and Puppeteer with me for his own amusement.

Someone out there thinks to blackmail me, thinks to halt my plans when I'm so close to getting my revenge.

Someone seeks my beast to play hide and seek with and I'm going to let it loose on them. I open our three-man group chat and type.

Me: How's the guest?

Kai: Barely breathing.

Nev: You worked him real good, Kila.

Me: I'll pay him a visit. Tonight.

Nev: We don't think he knows, Kila

Kai: Think about it Kila, Cut's a cunny two-faced cunt but he's not stupid enough to bug Maxim and stick around for the blowback

Me: This needs to be dealt with before Father finds out. Have you checked on the girls?

Nev: They're Americans, they both just turned eighteen.

Me: Why were they in Moscow?

Nev: According to customs, they came for the sights and bars. They're tourists.

Kai: They used fake passports but I can get their IDs from the American Database.

Me: Leave that. They just sent me a message.

Nev: They cannot be that stupid.

Kai: Keep them engaged so I can trace their signal.

Nev: It might be a burner phone @Kai

Kai: I am the King of Traces Junn Junn, not even a burner phone can block my path.

Nev: Don't call me that, Fucktard.

Malakai responds with an engorged d**k pic, taunting Junnev and the other cell vibrates showing another message from Unknown.

Unknown: This video will go viral if you don't do what is required of you (sent video clip)