A Visit To My Father
1342 Words
Cameron's POV;
I'm sitting at a slim, wooden table, and facing me, is one of my men tied up on a chair. He is battered and bleeding, and one of his hands has been tied to the table beside us.
Due to rage, it took me just hours to figure this one out. To figure out that this man in front of me is the fool who sold me out. The coward was cornered and threatened, and the fool chose to betray me instead of dying at the hands of the golden daggers.
A ghastly mistake.
It would have been better for him if those fools killed him than for me to catch him now and make him pay for his mistakes.
"Did you really think you would get away with such a foolish mistake? "I question, and he looks up at me with plain terror in his eyes.
"You wanted them to kill me to spare your life. Is that how precious you feel your life is? Did you forget the contract you signed before we absorbed you to work with us? "I question as I lean into the chair I'm sitting on and cross my legs, and he chokes.
"Answer me! "I growl at him with a stone-cold glare, and he shivers in fright.
"N... No, boss... "He replies, and I stare at his disgusting face in silence.
"What did it say? "I question him, and he begins to cry afresh.
"We... We must give anything for the betterment of the gang... "he begins but trails off.
"And? "I push as I collect the butcher's knife Ez is now holding out to me, and I run my bare, index finger over its brand new, sharp blade, and its clear, sharp blade sends sweet shivers down my spine...
"And... And if... If we're ever caught going against that code, we are to be punished as the master deems fit... "He replies, and I smirk as I look up at him, and he begins to weep in panic.
"So, did you or did you not go against the dictates of the contract? "I question, and his crying increases.
"Boss, please... I... I... "He begins, but I'm not in for whatever he has to say.
"Did you, or did you not go against the dictates of the contract!? "I growl, cutting him off, and he chokes.
"Are you deaf!? "I growl further, and the sound of running liquid captures my ears. I look down at the crotch of the man in front of me, and clear liquid comes running from between his legs, down to the chair, and straight to the ground. Creating a small puddle below his chair, and my face gets scrunched up in disgust.
The bastard just peed his pants!!
I stare up at him in disgust, and he chokes on his tears and begins to beg.
"Please... Please, boss. Have... Have mercy, I beg you. I... I... I would never repeat such a mistake... Please... Please... I... I pledge my lo... Loyalty and... And life to you, boss... Please... "He begs, and I scoff and a small laugh escapes me.
"Your life means nothing to me... What value would it add to me? And about your mistake... Of course, you'd never repeat it... Cause you won't get the chance to... "I reply with my smile dropping into a deadly sober face, and he chokes on his saliva.
I suddenly lift the butcher's knife and drop it on the pinky finger of his left hand which has been tied to the table, and his loud, pained scream takes over the entire warehouse as the finger gets detached from his hand.
His eyes instantly turn red with pain and veins of pain pop up on his head and neck as he keeps screaming in anguish and shaking violently in the chair he has been bound to.
"in as much as I want to kill you... I wouldn't do that... "I speak as I lift the sharp, now bloodstained knife and drop it again, but this time, dropping it on his thumb. Cutting off the finger from its place and his screams and pain increase while his blood increases on the table. Flowing into a puddle, and I have to take my hand off the table to avoid his blood staining the sleeve of my shirt.
"I had a lot of beautiful plans on how to end your sorry life, but then I thought against it. Keeping you alive would be much better. "I continue as I lift the knife that's now dripping with blood, and drop it on the middle finger of the three fingers left on his hand, and he screams and passes out as the finger also gets detached from his hand, just like the others, and I turn to Ez.
"Wake him up. "I command, and he simply nods and steps between me and the passed-out bastard.
The sound of a blinding smack is followed by a scream, and Ez steps out of my way. Leaving me to face the bastard who tried to get me killed, and is now conscious again, and crying in pain. Unable to do more than whimper.
With no words whatsoever, I drop the knife on the two fingers he has left on the hand and he passes out again. Casing me to turn to Ez.
"I don't want him dead yet. Let Louise fix him up. I want him to serve as a lesson to the rest of the gang. Apparently, the last one had it too easy. "I speak as I clean my hands with the handkerchief Ez is holding out to me, and I pause as an idea for the best punishment for this fool hits me, and a smirk almost appears on my face as I think about it.
"Take him to Alonzo. I'm sure he would appreciate the birthday gift. "I then add as I take my ox blood leather gloves back from Ez and put them on, and his eyes pop.
"Alonzo? "He questions, and I give him a blank look which causes him to clear his throat.
Alonzo has been one of my partners for a very long time. He used to be a bomb designer for terrorists but after meeting me, he calmed down a bit and decided to help me deal drugs instead. He works for me but is not fully involved in the business.
There's this respect I have for him due to how he carries himself and the respect is mutual. I think it's that way because he's equally as frigid as I am. And honestly, maybe a bit worse. I only reach out to him when I need him and his connections, and he does the same. However, except for bombs, Alonzo has a knack for something else.
Guys.
Alonzo is a giant who is into men. Especially guys who are smaller in stature. He likes preying on them. I know this because one day, Alonzo came to my office and offered to help me "discipline" any of my men who misbehave or go out of line. I agreed but have never done it. But now, I trust he's going to deal well with this fool and traumatize him for the rest of his life.
I get up and begin to walk away as two of my men walk up to the passed-out bastard and begin to untie him while Ez follows after me.
"Boss, Ridwan is done with the blueprints for the casino we plan to build in Argentina. He wants to go over them with you before finalizing anything. Is it okay if I set him up a meeting with you this evening? "He speaks as he walks beside me, and I shake my head in negation.
"No, I have somewhere else to be tonight. "I reply, and although I'm looking ahead, I sense the confusion on Ezra's face.
"where? If I might ask. "
"My father's house. He called for me and it seems to be important. "
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