The Mafia's Captive Angel

SIN POV.

"PL...please, have mercy."

What an arsehole.

If he thought his pitiful plea was going to make me spare his pitiful life, he was so fucking wrong. He had already messed up when he tried stealing money from me and passing information to my enemies. I am the fucking boss of the Italian Mafia. Even when people hear my name, it sends a shiver down their spine. They would piss their fucking pants just by the sound of my name.

Nikolai Violante.

But I prefer being called Sin.

People were scared of me, and they were right to feel that way. Only an idiot would dare to challenge and mess with me.

"Please, ha...have mercy," the man in front of me begged again, as if that was going to change my mind.

"Then you should never have betrayed the boss in the first place." Jason, one of my men, shouted out at him before kicking him hard in the stomach. He groaned in pain, coughing out blood.

Such a fucked-up attitude.

As one of us, he should have known that there was no way for him to escape these. My man is as brutal and cruel as me. The monster

I squatted in front of him. He was still lying on the floor holding his aching stomach. I must say, my man got him good, but he whined like a girl. What a sissy. I grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at me. He was practically in a mess. His face was covered in his own blood, and his eyes were black. very disgusting.

"Santiago!" His body flinched, trembling at my voice. If he was so scared of me, he should have thought twice before betraying me. "You understand the consequences of stealing and betraying me, don't you?" I asked, my voice calm but terrifying, scaring the shit out of him.

"Answer me," I growled, making him wince.

"Y-yes, I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I swear. " He replied, trembling.

I sighed. Just how many times have I heard these statements from him in just one night? This guy really knew how to get on my nerves.

I grabbed his hair tighter, bringing his face towards mine. "I don't show mercy, and you knew that when you swore an oath to join this agreement," I said, and he mildly shook his head. I smirked and turned my head towards Luca, my second in command, as if he understood what I wanted. He nodded and brought out something from his trouser pocket, then placed it on my palm.

A gun.

Santiago immediately tried to get out of my grip but failed miserably. I moved the gun and directed it at his forehead. I could feel his face turning white and his eyes widening as he cried profusely.

I gave you so many chances to come clean, I suppose, and you fucking blew it. You had the guts to challenge me. You thought you could escape from me, trying to mess around with me, knowing full well the kind of beast I am." I spat angrily at him.

"Please, p-please, Sin. I beg you. Please don't. " I stood up with the gun still directed at him.

I was tired of this game.

I want to end his life.

The monster inside me was asking to be released. I gave in to the urge to spill his blood, to blow his brain out and dance in his blood. I clicked off the safety of the gun and shot him three times, in his chest, stomach and forehead. I handed the gun back to Luca.

"Sbarazzati del corpo!" I ordered my men.

"You seem to be a little tense. Why don't we go to one of your clubs and blow off some steam?" Luca said. He was the only one who got to talk to me that way, and he knows when not to cross the line. We've been best friends since we were little, and I trust him with my life .

We both walked out of the warehouse to the car. Luca took the driver's seat, and I sat beside him as we drove to one of my hotels. I didn't really feel like going, but I could really use some distraction right now.

Luca went to get us some drinks as I walked towards the VIP section and sat at one of the seats when one of the whores I fucked, Tasha or Sandra – I couldn't care less – clutched onto my arm, trying to get me to fuck her.

Luca said, handing me a drink in a glass. "Whisky for you, Sin; I know how badly you need it.

"Ho cos tanta voglia di piantare un proiettile in testa a questa troia."

Luca let out a laugh. "Calmati Sin, ci sono molti testimoni." I rose from my seat and looked down at the people dancing and having a good time. I took a sip of my drink. My eyes scanned every face on the dance floor until they landed on one particular blond hair in a tight black dress, dancing teasingly, catching the eyes of every male in the club. I wanted so desperately to see what she looked like, and I got my wish when she turned towards my direction, shaking that sexy body of hers.

My breath seized as I took in her beauty, and I must say, she looked fucking divine.

She turned around like she was looking for something until her eyes met mine, and we stared at each other in a trance, but it was broken when a girl, whom I'm guessing is her friend, tapped her on the shoulder. They both went back to the bar.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. It's like I felt some kind of pull I could not explain. She turned around to look at me, saying something to her friend as they both stood up and walked towards the exit of the club.

I still couldn't take my eyes off her as I wished for her to look at me one last time, and she did. A smirk grazed my face, and I raised my glass in a cheer. Mine.

My little temptress.

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Translation

Sbarazzati del corpo (Get rid of the body)

Ho cos tanta voglia di piantare un proiettile in testa a questa troia. (I so badly want to put a bullet in this slut's head.)

Calmati Sin, ci sono molti testimoni qui – (calm down Sin, there are plenty of witnesses).