The Mafia Boss Force Me

Chapter 1

"Please don't kill me, I beg of you...one more chance! One more chance is all I need " Luca pleaded in his own pool of blood, but there was no single emotion in Santos eyes. He c****d the gun, getting ready to pull the trigger.

Mentally, he had calculated the distance between his gun and Luca's brain.

"One more chance, after how many trials?" He smirked at Luca request.

The old man shivered at his dangerous voice. He continued.

"You had exactly 365 days to pay off this debt, today is day 375, which means I was kind enough to grant you extra ten days. And now you're telling me you have no money!! Give me a reason why I should let you live!" Santos uttered in total cruelty.

Killing Luca won't bring back his money but the man deserves death, for owing him.. it's not as if the money has taken away something in his life. Five hundred thousand dollars is f*****g nothing to him! He just hated to be dared! And the reward he gives to those that dares him is either death or torture.

"How do you want your death, Luca? Fast or slow?...." He smirked and shoved the barrel of his gun into his mouth.

Luca started at him wide eyes. Oh right, he can't speak since his mouth was full. Santos brought out the gun and placed it on his temple.

"Fast" he chose.

Luca's eyes narrowed in fear, he wept tearfully.

"Should I shoot your medulla oblongata or your cerebrum?" He asked, cynically.

"Your forehead" he concluded.

"Santos, please don't kill me....there must be another way!! I will surely pay this debt" Luca pleaded, in full tears.

Santos smirked at Luca's pathetic view, he looked like a loser and surely he was, and he is entertaining him with his tears. He would have pulled his trigger and ended his life once and for all but there is this particular pleasure he enjoys from seeing others in tears, he can't place his hands on such pleasures he derives. It makes him feel more powerful and he is always hungry for more power and more and he would do anything to get what he wants.

He trailed his gun from Luca's temple back to his forehead, he smiled at the way he shivered.

"Look at you, you're living good, in a house as beautiful as this with expensive furniture. Why don't you sell this house and pay my money!" His once icy voice switched to a warm one.

"I beg of you! Just drop the gun, we can sort this out!" Luca pleaded. He was dying slowly and running out of blood steadily. He might pass out anytime soon.

Santos thought for a while before finally removing the gun from his forehead. His greeny eyes scanned the room and they landed on a framed picture that looked like a family portrait. His eyes dashed back to the halfly dead Luca. He is really willing to make the old man cry blood and he will.

"Who are those?" He asked.

"M....my.... my family" Luca answered.

"Bring them out!" He ordered, it was a raged command.

"I.....I....don't....I..." Luca stammered.

"They are not in this country" he finally answered.

His answers ignited the fire in Santos. He dropped his gun and grabbed him roughly like he wanted to devour him.

"Motherfucker borrowed my money to send your f*****g damn family outta the country!" He yelled and threw him back to the floor roughly.

"I....will pay you..."

Santo's eyes landed on the next framed picture, it's a picture of a lady who was not so voluptuous. She has a mane of curly red hair, deep almond eyes that looks slanted.

"And who is that....." His voice came out low but very dangerous.

"She....she is my brother's daughter." Luca answered.

"Continue" Santos ordered.

"She lost her parents when she was barely four, she was taken in by reverend sisters. Currently, I don't know where she is....." Luca answered in pain.

"When was this picture?" Santo's asked. It was as if his brain was switched to default. He loves anything under skirt.

"I....it was sent to me I......" Luca couldn't speak any further, he passed out.

Santos smirked and took the frame along with him.

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"I've sent the necessary information to your mail, boss" Santos received the response he was waiting for.

"It came so fast, I will talk to you later Domenico" he said and dropped the call.

He pulled his car to a halt and connected his earpods to his phone.

Interesting!.

Luca's niece data is an interesting one.

"Camilla Belle Luca. 22years. Single. Orphan. Raised by reverend sisters in a convert. Currently working in a cloth store at town city.. Every damn man in town city has an interest in her" Luca smirked once and stopped scrolling on her data.

"Finally, I have something to play with for the main time" he muttered under his breath and ignited his car engine.

Like he has nothing to do, he drove to town city and packed his car beneath a broken streetlight. The fashion store she works at came into view.

The glow from the glassy doors reflected on the beautiful flower pots outside, it promised romance to anyone who ventured inside to buy.

Then, she came into view.

The said Camila... Mila for short.

She was behind the counter, her red hair curling around her shoulders as she spoke to a lady. It looks like she was convincing the woman to buy a particular dress. Her lips stretched into a beautiful smile that left him fascinated.

He has seen smiles before, all f*****g smiles but he has never seen one as beautiful as hers.

There was also a blatant innocence that clings to her so strong, it might as well be written in bold letters and engraved on her forehead. Beauty radiates at her slightest gesture. He noticed the slight jut of her hips when she favored her left foot.

Santos has never been entranced in a damn long time! Until now.

At the end, Luca is not as useless as he thought.

Staring at this beauty, Santos had just one thing in mind. He wants to f*****g own her. He wants to dirty her up. He wants to lay her flat on her back and f**k her so hard until she that angelic face of hers glazed with pain that comes from desires.

Her light has drawn his darkness and he won't let her go! His need to possess her thrumpled along with the steady beat of his heart but he counseled patience.