I Seduced the Wrong Twin and He's a Mafia!

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight: I Can't Let You Go Now

URIAH KING

You will hear nothing around the abandoned warehouse but screams of pain, and cries of mercy.

How long have I been hearing them? I can't even remember anymore. I guess I grew up hearing them and I grew tired of them, and eventually felt nothing altogether.

"Please, Uriah! I am begging you! I have a wife and children waiting for me at home! I will never do it again! I swear to God!" Mauricio, one of the Don, my uncle's security, cried desperately, looking pathetic with his face covered with his own tears and snot.

A cold smirk left my lips as I held the thin stick in my lips, exhaling the toxic smoke. "Come on now. Don't swear to God. God didn't tell you to betray your boss, the one who feeds your family, and sell information to the Italians, did he?"

"I-I was just desperate! My son was sick and he needed immediate medical care, Uriah!"

Killian, who was the one doing the torturing, let out a cold laugh. "Būllshit. Do you really think we won't investigate? Do you take us for a fool, you dip shīt?" He yanked his head back and Mauricio screamed like a pig. "Your son was sick, but he only has a fever! You sold us to the enemy to gamble, you motherfūcker!"

I watched Killian beat the shīt out of the traitor before pushing myself off my mustang and walking closer to sit in front of him.

"Can you swear on your family's life that you didn't betray us, Mauricio?" I asked calmly, resting my right leg on top of my left thigh and stared intently at him.

I watched with eyes similar to a hawk, as Mauricio's breathing stopped, slowed down, and went back to normal. I saw how the pupils in his eyes went bigger. There you go.

"I swear on their lives, Uriah. I swear!"

Killian and I looked at each other and he knew what would happen next, having worked for me long enough to understand me.

"Hands or feet?" I asked without no emotion and Mauricio frowned. "Too slow. I will choose for you; feet. So you can still crawl your way back to your beloved family." I sarcastically said, and seconds later, his deafening scream filled the night.

Before he could process what I meant, Killian was already sawing off half of his legs, his blood spraying everywhere.

"You motherfūckers! You devils!" Mauricio screamed while crying like a baby. "You will regret this!"

I snorted a laugh, standing on my feet, walking around the puddle of blood under him to grab his face, and used it as my ashtray.

"Does that hurt? Right. You even thought your son had a serious illness when he just had a fever," I laughed coldly and pulled out my handkerchief to wipe my hands. "I feel sorry for your family for having someone like you. They deserve a better father. Regret? You are the one who will regret what you did once we come for your family, Mauricio. Consider this as my last act of mercy."

I stepped away from the mess and looked at him with a pair of cold eyes. "You can steal, you can kill, but you don't betray the mafia."

Unfortunately, Mauricio is only one out of the few men who dared to betray the family. They often use their family as a reason, when in the end, it's all about their greed. They sell their morale and family and for what? For some wad of cash? Pathetic if you ask me.

I went back to the car and waited for my men to finish cleaning up the mess, and throwing Mauricio where he could crawl his way back to his family. While waiting, I checked my phone and received a call that Tom Wilkins, another traitor on the run, was spotted around Saint Cross hospital.

A few minutes later, Killian sat on the driver's seat. "Tom is spotted in Saint Cross."

"So the fūcked is still alive, huh?"

"Floor it."

I sent an order to the others to search for Tom Wilkins and keep him alive. I'm sure Marcus would be happy to be the one to end his pathetic life. Tom is worse than Mauricio. He not only sold some information to the Italians, but tried to take Marcus' head as well. We've been looking everywhere for him and this is the first time he was seen in two years.

I kept tabs on my men's updates on Tom's sightings while Killian drives like a mad man. When we reached Saint Cross, we went separate ways to make it easier to find him. I casually walked around with alert eyes until I saw him among the crowd and our eyes connected. I cursed when he dashed and ran after him. He went through some allies and it was obvious he knew the place. I chased after him with my gun and even lost him at some point. When I found him again, he was already bleeding from being gutted.

"f**k!" I cursed loudly, kicking the trash bin.

I was thinking of who might have killed him when I heard a gasp, and f**k, I wasn't sure if my mind was playing tricks on me but I could have sworn the lost bunny I've been looking for years is a few steps away from me.

I quickly hid my gun and chased after her, cornering her in a dark corner. She looked like a frightened bunny, whimpering, and looking lost while looking for an escape.

"P-Please. I won't tell anyone. I didn't see anything." She said in a pleading tone while walking backwards while I was taking taunting steps near her. "Please don't kill me."

I knew she recognized me. I can see the recognition behind those beautiful eyes that captivated me the first time I saw them.

"Ah, how many times have I heard that line? Do you know what happened to the last person who promised that?"

"Please let me go. I swear... I swear on my life."

"Let you go? When I just found you again?"

I surprised her when I pulled her close, wrapping my arm around her small waist, and cornering her to the wall.

'God, she still smells so divine, and she still has the same effect on me.’

I leaned closer to her ear while she was frozen in fear. "Now that you've seen the part of me that can't be revealed to the world, I'm afraid I can't let you go now... Anabeth Collins."