The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

MICAH

Have you ever just wanted to watch the world burn? Like you want the biggest surge of fire to descend out of nowhere and raze everything in its wake to ashes. Like you want to watch every living thing burn to death, screaming for help while the fire disintegrated them from the inside out, denting their flesh bit by bit until there was nothing left,

Other than ashes.

Like you want to watch a tsunami clear up everyone all in one sweep. Like you want to watch at the snap of a finger, the world is going void of every living thing. Like you just want to make them suffer and drink to the rhythm of their screams, the symphony…Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Was that borderline twisted?

Yes.

Do I want it to happen?

I couldn’t think of anything better other than making the world suffer for what has been done to me. No, I didn’t wait to just let it go. I wanted to exact my revenge on anything and anyone. My anger was like a bottomless pit. An abyss. No matter how much I fed it. It never seemed to get filled up.

But I knew just the right person that could put an end to this rage that was beginning to eat me up so badly. That was beginning to prey on my sanity, slowly ripping it away from me.

Jaxon Gray.

I had the perfect plan!

The one that landed you in here? The tiny voice in my head mocked me.

“Oh, shut it.” I seethed.

Everything was supposed to work out the way I had planned it. It was one big perfect plan that I only had a shot at. It was supposed to be the ultimate weapon. The game changer. I spent months hatching that plan. I put in everything I had, so it could work. My money, my resources, my time. Oh, I devoted a shitload of time to making that plan work.

And it did work.

If it did, you wouldn’t be hiding in here like a pussy. It echoed in my head again and I snorted, blocking it out.

All I had to do was aim a perfect shot at her. All I had to do was get that bitch out of the picture but the bloody bastard just had to take the bullet for her! He was so blinded by her pussy that he decided to take the shot. Everything should have gone well! It should have been her who got shot. That shot ought to kill her and her death would serve as an opportunity for me to maim him once and for all, and then end him.

After that, I was supposed to take my rightful position as the Mafia lord that ended Jaxon Gray. As the deadliest crime boss in the country!

I should be dining with kings! Not him! I should be the revered one. NOT HIM.

The bastard just happens to get every good thing. He gets every good thing. Never have I ever seen a woman so breathtaking. It almost had me cancelling the plan. Her eyes had bursts of pure, untainted innocence swirling in them with a douse of fierceness and seduction.

I have never seen sparks so pretty.

And her body? It was to die for. She had the kind of body that could make a man go on his knees for her. That would make a man heed everything she says like a damn puppy.

That kind of woman should belong to me and not him!

After everything, the bastard didn’t die. Instead, he left me on the run. He left me to hide like a weak, pathetic, son of a bitch. He was hot on my tail, so badly. The last I heard, he had one of my boys in custody. It was no news that he would have been dead by now and I wasn’t so sure if I could count on him not to blab my hideout to him.

It was a good thing I never trusted them with my actual hideout.

I had to seek refuge in an old, abandoned mansion that was situated on a deserted property in the woods. It used to be for a wealthy man, who was driven by his obsession with a young girl. The young girl had her heartthrob but the old man wouldn’t let her be.

He extended a dinner invitation as a decoy one night and invited the girl and her lover. Two fools who saw it as an act of extended kindness. Rumour has it that he killed her lover right in front of her. Although she tried to escape, she didn’t get far. She died at his hands too. He kept her corpse in the house for months until the police finally caught up with him and took him into their custody.

Apparently, he wanted to keep her where he could always be with her. That was the reason he kept her dead body.

Love.

The biggest weakness that could befall a man.

Why waste all your emotions on something so meagre, when you could have power and be unstoppable?

“Master?”

I huffed at the interruption I presumed to be Matilda’s voice. She was the maid one of my men got for me to help look after the place and feed me whenever they were out looking for ways to fix this shit. Our current situation. The only useful thing they have ever come up with in their Goddamn lives. But right now? She couldn’t have seemed more annoying.

“What?” I moved from the chair I was seated in, craning my neck so I could see her in the dimly lighted room. The older woman had a tray of food in her hands, eliciting an eye roll from me.

“Really, Matilda?”

“Food? That’s the only thing your bird brain can comprehend right now?” I spat out through gritted teeth with undiluted venom. The vein of my neck felt like it was about to pop but I was too angry to care.

“I am sorry, Master,” She pleaded.

“But you haven’t eaten anything in days.” She exhaled and I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my teeth in annoyance.

“Matilda?” I called her.

“Yes, Master?” She answered.

“Get out, please.” I sighed.

“GET OUT!” I bellowed, earning a shriek from her which sent the tray in her hands clattering to the floor with a loud crash. She bolted out of the room and shut the door behind her. Her loud footsteps echoed for a while before they retreated.

I snorted.

I got up from the couch, taking a whiff of my shirt. The rancid smell that hit me caused me to scrunch my nose in disgust. I groaned in frustration, pushing my hair off my face as I walked out of the room.

The floorboards of the hallway sounded with creaking sounds as I made my way to the deserted living room that was nearly covered in shrubs. Anger filled my veins when I remembered that Matilda ought to get rid of them. I was losing my mind! I can’t be living in a creepy abandoned mansion that flat-out looks like a house from a haunted movie!

“Fucking hell!” I growled.

I stumbled over bottles that were strewn around every corner of the floor, a few shards of broken glass piercing my bare feet. I sank my teeth into my lips until I began drawing blood, trying to suppress the pain in any way I could. I reached behind the wooden wine bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. I poured some into a tumbler that looked like it had been there for a while, chugging the contents down my throat.

“Boss!”

My head snapped up from the bottle of whiskey. My eyes anchored on the frame of one of my men that emerged from the creaky entrance door.

“What?!” I bit at him harshly, not hiding my irritation.

“I have some delightful news.” He informed me and I snorted, filling up the tumbler again. I downed the content at a go, chuckling softly. A dry, lifeless chuckle that transcended into a

humorless laughter.

“News?”

“You mean dead ends?” I scoffed.

“No, this is a man you would want to see. We have been trying to see if we can find him and I am happy to inform you that he has been spotted at a bar in town.” He was grinning from ear to ear. At the mention of a man, my ears perked up and I pushed the whiskey aside, arching my brow at him.

“Hm,” I mused.

“How far is it from this place?” I asked him.

“Fifteen minutes, give or take.” He told me. I brought the whiskey to my lips, taking a long swig. My lips curved in a smirk as I stared at him.

Now, this is what hope looks like.