Taming the mafia Lords heart

“Fuck work." I muttered.

The clock ticking away and worsening my mood, as I went through the high stack of paperwork on my desk,a pen in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

I took a sip of the hot cup of black coffee, the bitter taste cutting through the stale air of my office.

Lazily, I threw my eyes around the paper praying silently for a escape.

The devil answered my prayer. The next moment the worst type of distraction came bursting out of the door.

I looked up and met the gaze of the one and only person who had the guts to barge into my office. A deep frown settled on my face. It's Giovanni, my right-hand man.

'Great, just great'

"They're here" he announced

"I see you've implemented a new policy of no-knock entries" i said, casually placing my coffee down and returning my attention back to my work.

'Yeah I chose perk over the other option’

A smile formed on Giovanni's face. "Maybe I have" he shrugged and sat down on the couch by the window staring outside

"So!" he clapped his hands trying to grab my attention, "Are you going to see the products or what?"

Putting my pen down, I look up at him and sighed. "Do I really have to?"

"Well, you don't have to . But I'm pretty sure you'd like to see this new batch" he said, a hint of a mischief in his smile

I closed my eyes and heaved. Normally I don't meet them until they've arrived at the club, trained, broken and polished and I don't go anywhere this fool suggests But, I am a bit curious as to why Giovanni is excited, it wasn't like him at all. He hardly showed any form of emotions whatsoever.

Giovanni was, without a doubt, an antisocial sadist.

He had a cool countenance, yeah but that just made it hard to ever guess what was going through his sick mind. Once he suggested slowly rolling a car over a poor old man. Life in his eyes was nothing special and the reason why he hadn't taken his own wasn't out of fear but his refusal to be labeled as a coward. Suicide to him, is nothing but a flimsy way out.

You know that saying, ‘’Birds of a feather flock together’

Well, in our case, it was more like "Birds of the same feather kill together," or something close to that.

I stood up, reached for my coffee mug and took the final sip letting the hot bitter liquid slide down my throat smoothly. I straightened the knot of my tie and slipped into my well-tailored suit jacket and casted an bloody glance at Giovanni reminding him to get his ass off my couch.

“Jeez, chill big man." He hopped off.

“Alright, let's go, We don't have all day" and with that said I walked out of the office with him.

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"And then, I gouged his eyes out and stuck it down his throat, tied him up in chains and tossed him into a pool. Man, it was fucking satisfying, hearing the pain and terror on his voice was golden." Declan narrated with a malicious smile.

"Do you remember Gio, you're the one who thought of tying him up in chains"

"Of course I remember, How could I forget?" Giovanni said with a smile.

"It was one amazing moment, having someone's worthless life in your hands" he smiled sinisterly.