The Mafia King's Thief

Demented

Alessio's POV

And just like that, twenty four hours morphed into seven days. A whole f*****g week.

Yes, it's actually been a week of being in this country. I've come to the realization that I have to think differently now because things have changed. See, I'm one who always thinks outside the box because normal things and regular things have never worked for me, but it's all different.

The saying 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer' is one I'm slowly beginning to make my motto because s**t is about to get real and messy and a lot of blood will be shed.

You see, after I dodged the bullet that was aimed at me a week ago, I gained the upper hand because unfortunately for the fucker, the bullet that was supposed to burrow into my skull but didn't was the last bullet in his gun and he had no extra anywhere. I did not plan to torture anyone on my mini vacation, but it was what it was.

I am going to play this sad and depressing music and this fucker was going to dance to my tune until I tell him to stop. Imagining all of the s**t is making me have a rush of adrenaline because why the f**k not.

I take the blindfold off his face.

"I'm only going to ask you once." I say, smiling.

He laughs like he's insane.

"Why are you here?"

He keeps mute for a while before spitting in my face.

I wipe the spit away. What a f*****g pleasant way to get this day started.