Chapter 12 Partial Payback

Trigger Warning

Rated 18+

Please be guided.

Dominic

The thick chains hanging from the solid concrete walls filled the entirety of the room with synonymous sounds and the rhythm of the chimes. Only this time, this signified death and not serenity. It was likewise fucking calming to The Butcher's salivating demon.

Anyone who was observing him right this second will be mistaken by the way he carried himself.

Too jolly and too relaxed. A thin superficial layer concealing the devil within. The one who enjoyed playing with the blood of the enemies.

"So, which one would like to go first?" His dark chuckles made all the captives whimper in fear behind the black cloths covering every inch of their heads down to their shoulders. The fuckers had recognized his voice.

His amused gaze found a man in the same state, however, his back faced him. The prisoner's limbs quivered from the strain of the pulling chains.

-Ah, the rat.-

Specially bound for the tzar's amusement.

"Tsk. Tsk. Daniel Mills." The former employee cocked his head to the side to hear Dominic better. He began to talk behind his encumbered head. "What? I can't hear you. Speak up!"

Muffled and incoherent words reached Dominic once more.

-Oh, I see.-

Realizing the problem. The chained man couldn't talk because he was gagged as well.

-My bad.-

Dominic lifted his chin to one of his men. They complied and removed the black cloth and gag.

The traitor blinked rapidly and groaned from the harsh light directed at him. When his blurry eyes landed on Dominic's aggressive form, he began to sob. "Boss...please... I didn't know. Please...don't...kill me."

"Kill you? I won't. Why would you think that?" Murmuring gently in response, fleshy lips flattened in thoughts. The tzar's casual steps brought him to a secure panel. He punched in a series of codes, it beeped and slowly opened to reveal trays of weapons, displayed for Dominic's personal use. Perfect. It had been a while but he had not forgotten.

All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and...

-Ah, this one.-

He slowly raised his glinting Obsidian knives. The thinnest blades one could ever find were three nanometres wide at the edge – 10 times sharper than a razor blade. These were made by flaking a long, thin sliver from a core of the volcanic glass.

This was perfect!

"Prepare him." He instructed without turning his head, knowing his men will know what to do. He critically examined each piece to make sure it will work on the flesh like butter.

"No! Please...no!" The prisoner cried in protest. The front of his pants darkened.

Dominic snarled in disgust.

Alec and two other men held the traitor down before securing the black leather stirrups.

"If you tell where the others are hiding, I can give you mercy and skin you half awake, if not, I will do it with all your wits about you." Shrugging out of his jacket and his white pristine shirt, Dominic rolled his shoulder blades, muscles bunching. Beau was the only one who can ruin all his clothes, no one else.

At the thought of his woman lying in a coma due to this man's greed, uncontrollable rage filled his body.

"No mercy. I changed my mind." The fear in the bastard's swollen beady eyes gave him satisfaction. They were just starting.

***

Hoarse and deep cries of pain resonated in the 12 by 16 dimensions of the prison cell, with steel and brick walls and one solid barred door, no one will be able to hear the clamors for a quick death.

Dominic took a step back to wipe the blood dripping from his face and naked torso and surveyed his handy work. His eyes blank and cold.

Daniel drew labored breaths, unconscious. The skin from his forehead down to his collarbone was nicely peeled.

The mafia tzar grunted in satisfaction. Seeing as how the traitor fared well. Most men would have been dead by now.

"Wake the fucker up." Screams of agony and whimpers were heard once more. Buckets of ice-cold water poured into Daniel's blood-coated and unrecognizable body. The dermis, beneath the epidermis, showed tiny connective tissues, his dotted hair follicles, and the extremely damaged sweat glands.

"Just...kill...me," He begged. Ready to blacked out at any moment.

Not yet. "Bring Paul over here. You will watch your bosses die before I cut you to pieces."

The motherfucker they were dragging to Dominic was an old friend of his father. One of the senior CEOs of their chain of hotels and resorts. A wolf in a sheep's clothing. He and his nine other accomplices have been robbing the organization blind for years. Money was not the issue. Loyalty was.

The former mafia leader, his father, and gave them all they want. Riches, social standing, security, and everything they had asked. His family has served their underbosses well. They repaid by making a fool of him. Betrayed his trust and betrayed the mafia.

A shame the other five had escaped, anticipating this event. No matter, they would be found even if they run and hide to the ends of the earth.

He faced the trembling man before him. On his knees, he looked pitiful. Dominic knew better.

"Tzar," he begged on his knees. "It was Samuel's plan. I wasn't part of it. I swear!"

Dominic didn't give a damn on who's done what. Even their whys were not significant. His detka was hurt because of them. That was enough for him.

The thin deadly knife nicked the slab of fat on his chin as he forced the man to look at him.

"I don't give a damn, Paul. You die tonight. Rot in hell!" The pointy end pierced down his chin towards his epiglottis immediately cutting his air supply. He gurgled and choked on his blood. Not satisfied, Dom applied more pressure until the veins throbbing on the base of the throat were cut through.

He left him dying, thrashing on the floor.

"Next. Make it quick. We still have to chop the bodies."

Fuck! This will be a long night and he had to address the underworld at dawn.

It was high time to re-established the hierarchy. Time to remind them who he was.

***

The General

Alec

Shit! And he thought he was violent and brutal. That paled in comparison with what he had witnessed tonight.

He prayed to all that's holy the boss's woman will wake up soon. Or the tzar will lose his anchor to sanity.

Dominic's obsession with Beau had made sense to Alec by now. Especially tonight. The powerful mafia king needed her. Not the other way around.

It was a recurring theme it seemed. The previous Mafia tzar, Dominic's father, was rumored to be soulless and insanely groundless before he met the woman that had changed him forever. Tatiana. A trained assassin was sent to kill him. The attempt was not successful obviously because they had Dominic and Dinara, his little sister.

It was a dangerous love story that had been made a fairy tale romance by both their parents. But they knew better.

Dominic had been following his father's former self. That all change when he met Beau on his newest crowded club.

Everything was perfect until this fucking traitors ruined it.

They are paying with their lives. One by one being slaughtered like animals.

God! He had to make sure his tzar will remain sane after this.

The upper part of Dominic's body was slick with blood. He needed to shower first.

And Alec had the incentive to make his boss listen and to let him handle this.

"Tzar," he grimaced. Loathe being the center of attention. But he needed to do this. "Dr. Hope called. There's development. The tzarina dreams and she keeps calling your name."

-There it is!-

The dominant man's eyes sparkled with life at his words. "Really?"

Alec swallowed the lump in his throat. "Yes, my friend. The doctor has mentioned that it would be best for you to visit her soon. Hearing you talk to her would help in her fast recovery. That could even help her wake up. Don't worry, I will finish up here."

Fuck! He hoped he listened. Mentally sighing when he took action at the words.

"I'll go right now. Make sure to crop the bodies." The general nodded.

"Eh, your spare clothes are ready at your office after your shower. See you in a few hours, tzar."

Dominic was out of the room before Alec even finished his sentence.

-Thanked God!-

It was better he finished this rather than Dominic.  For he had nothing to lose.

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