Contract with the devil

CHAPTER 2

Ace's POV

The sound of my phone ringing startles me awake and to my surprise I feel a body beside me. Looking to my side, I see a lady, one of the whores from last night.

I shake her violently till she's awake. “Get out”,I say to her. “But..”,she tries to talk. I do not even let her utter a word before I stand up and tell her, “do not let me call the guards on you”. I throw some money her way and she quickly leaves. That's all they ever want, money, greedy things as usual.

I checked my phone to know who had the audacity to call me at 5 in the morning and it's my best friend and right hand man, Dylan.

“The f**k are you calling me for”, I tell him as I pick the call.

“Good morning to you too”, he says in his usual sarcastic tone. I swear he can be very annoying at times, but he's the only one who knows what I've been through and is still stuck by me.

“This better be worth it,” I tell him.

“Yes, it is, in fact very very, guess who we found”, he replies. His tone makes me give him all my attention.

“Your getting on my last nerves now”, I let him know

“Well, we caught the gang that has been messing with your shipment,” he let me know. As of recently, a small growing roadside gang has been stealing from me. I don't know what has been giving them the mind to cross me, but it's time I get to the bottom of this.

“About damn time, keep them alive for me, I'm coming now”, I let him know

“Well, about that…”, he trails off.

“What the f**k have you done”? I ask him.

“Out of the 20 man gang, we have just five people alive, we shot the rest on site cause they tried to act smart and run away,” he tells me

“Ok, no problem, just keep those ones alive for me, even if you want to have fun with them, I'll be there soon”, I let him know .

I go to my bathroom to have my shower ,while in there, I think of the things I'll do with those guys that dared mess with my shipment. They'll know that I wasn't called the silencer for nothing.

I quickly dress up and check the time and it's already six and I'm already fully functioning. Well, that's one part of my life that I've gotten used to ever since and I still have a meeting at nine in my office with some potential investors today which means I can't afford to miss it.

I go to my garage and decide to drive my Porsche today, cause that's what I'm in the mood for and it goes with my suit .

I arrive at my warehouse and I'm greeted with various greetings of, “good morning boss, welcome boss, lovely to have you here boss.” I just nod at all of them in acknowledgment of their greetings.

But what excited me is the smell of blood and sound of people going through torture. I quickly move to the torture room I use whenever I'm there, knowing that's where Dylan will be. I'm greeted with the sight of four guys hanging upside down and one of them on a chair with his two hands cut off.

“Welcome Capo”, my right hand man Dylan greets.

" Questo maledetto cane sta diventando testardo, non vuole parlare,” Dylan tells me in Italian ,our mother tongue. (This damn dog is getting stubborn, he doesn't want to talk).

I bend down to his level, “I'll only ask this once, you wouldn't want me to ask you a second time, who sent you”?

“Sir please I'm sorry, we're sorry,” he says

“Tsk tsk tsk that's not the answer I was expecting to hear”, I tell him and I pick up a hammer and hammer his leg down with a nail to the ground, blood oozing out of the wound and his pain was very obvious cause he was screaming too loud.

“Shut up”, I tell him.

“I know that the Russians sent you but what I do not know is why you weren't smart enough to refuse their proposal”, I tell him.

“Please they threatened to kill my only daughter and my wife, they're all I have left”,he pleaded.

“Ok, let's make this easier, tell me where they are currently and I'll let you go and also help save your daughter and wife”, I tell him.

“I really don't know sir, we were never in physical contact, they only called whenever they needed something”, he let me know.

And I knew he was telling the truth cause the Russians did not need a small gang like his

“Kill all of them”, I tell them and walk out with my right hand man following.

“Capo, are you sure about this?” Dylan asked.

“Yes, we have no use for them, I let him know. As I was speaking my phone rang and I saw that it was my dad calling.

“Good morning sir, how may I help you at this time?”. I ask.

“Come home now,” was the only thing he said before he ended the call. Well there's never a moment of rest in this life of mine, is there?

“My father just called and he sounded urgent I'll go see what's up and you make sure everything on this end is going on ok”, I tell Dylan

“Yes boss, just be safe and take it easy on yourself”, I nod in acknowledgement of his words.

I quickly get into my car and tell my driver to take me to the boss man's house. While on the way I wondered what serious matter could make him call me that early. It could only be about the mafia but what exactly could the matter be?, was the only thing I could think of.

“Boss we're here”, my driver lets me know.

I quickly enter the house and I'm greeted by his housekeeper.

“Where is he”? I ask her.

“He is in his office,” she lets me know.

I quickly go to his office and knock then enter.

“Good morning sir”, I greet.

“Why the call?” I ask, going straight to the point.

“There's a serious matter, the elder council has said that you need to get a wife else you won't be the new capo of the mafia cause your cousin, Marcello, who is same age as you is also seriously fighting hard for the spot and he's already envisioned as a family man”, my father lets me know.

What's wrong with Marcello, he has always been out to get whatever I had ever since we were children. “What the f**k is that supposed to mean, after all I've done for the mafia”? I ask with anger boiling in me.

“I understand my son, I also want you to be the next boss to take over from me but rules are rules and you just have to obey”, my father says.

“This has got to be a sick joke right”, but his face was telling me that he wasn't kidding at all.

“Ok talk to you later,” I tell him and angrily storm out of his office.

“To the office”, I told my driver. I am so pissed and it's already 8 o'clock, I need to have a briefing with my assistant before my 9 o'clock meeting.

I arrive at the office and head to my office, I call my assistant and there's no response. I send for the secretary and ask “where is my assistant”?

"She hasn't come in for work", she lets me know. The time was already 8:20 meaning, she was late and I was nowhere near being in a good mood.

Minutes later, I hear a timid knock on my door and I see my assistant coming in with a smile on her face despite her being late, the audacity.”Here is your coffee”, she tells me, I refuse to acknowledge any of her pleasantries and go straight to the point.

“What were you told ab

out coming late the day you were employed ?”

I could see her visibly freeze and tense up at my question.