Mr.Dechart

Austin

I stared at the pictures of my babygirl. My principessa. She was lying asleep in bed. The windows were wide open and that was a mistake on their part. Did they really think moving would stop us? Did Danny Romani really think sending his daughter and son moving to New York would make them safe? No, it doesn't. It only makes me like the chase even more. The thought of Alyssa makes me hard. Brings chills to my body. 

As I was staring at a picture of her and her family walking into the airport, I could feel my blood rise. The anticipation of having her here in our home is something I'm craving. All I can think about is her here with me and my family. Having my children. Every man's dream. 

I put the pictures in my pocket as I heard three knocks on the door. 

"Enter." I say and in walks my right hand man, my brother Vincent. 

"Boss, your father is coming to meet you tomorrow at five o'clock pm. Your brothers will be here by twelve as well." I tell him ok and I give him the permission to leave. It was already ten o'clock and I had business I needed to get taken care of. There was a special guest here and I couldn't keep him waiting. 

Getting up out of my seat, I put everything away and leave my office. Men walk past me and nod. I just keep walking straight until I reach the stairs. Taking a left, I open the door to the basement and go downstairs. I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. 

Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. 

I want him to suffer. 

"Andrew. Andrew. Andrew." I say and see his head shoot straight up as he looks at me with fear in his green eyes. He had blood all over his face and had a cut on the side of his check. Bruises were apparent on his body and I had to stop myself from smiling at my handiwork. 

As I get closer to him, he tries to back up but Jackson holds his head up looking at me. I could see a tear roll down his face and I wanted to laugh at how pathetic he is. 

"Please. Why are you doing this?" I crouch down so I can be eye to him with him. 

"You touched what's mines. And now you have to pay." Andrew starts shaking but I don't care. 

"Put him on the floor." I command to Jackson and he does. Going over to a table next to the wall, I grab a crow bar and walk back to Andrew. 

Andrew's on his back while he tries to squirm his way out of Jackson's grip but Jackson doesn't let up. 

"Let's hear a grown man scream yeah?" I ask Jackson and he gives me a smile. And with that, I bring the crow bar down on Andrew's groin. His hands shot down from his face to his groin and I immediately swing the crow bar down onto his face. 

He yells out but I don't let up. I keep swinging the crow bar down on his body until all I see is blood covering him and he's immobile. 

"Jackson go get me the knife from off the table." I say and hand him the crow bar which is covered in blood. He looks down at Andrew and smile. 

Sometimes I wonder if Jackson is crazier than me. 

I stare Andrew in the face as he throws up blood and Jackson hands me the knife. I plunge it into Andrew's stomach. He doesn't have enough energy to move his arms down and cover his stomach, so he just lays there crying until he stops moving and stops breathing. 

I stand up, covered in blood and hand Jackson the knife. 

"I want his body cut up into pieces. Feed him to the dogs." And with that, I leave out the room and walk back down the hallway to my room. 

All I can think about is my principessa. She will finally be mine. No one will stop me.