A smile found way across my face as the screams and sound of the man's breaking bones echoed in the room.

"Tell me who sent you?" I asked gently, not really wanting to stress my lungs, I just healed from a strong cough, wouldn't want to damage my vocal cords again.

The bastard chose to stay silent even after my men had beaten him halfway to death. I sure did admire his bravely, too bad he is not one of my own.

"Reese," I gestured for my right hand man to tie the man's broken arms on the chair he sat on. After he pulled out a chair for me and I sat in front of him.

"You see Gio," I reached into my suit jacket pulled out a cigar, lifted it up and Reese lit it for me. I took a deep breath and sighed, smoke filled the air out of me and I fanned it away.

"Today, am in a good mood, my sons are both turning five so I want to be nothing but generous."

I turned to my right where a pretty teenage girl stood crying as she watched her father suffering in my hands.

"Look at what you did?" I pointed to the little girl whose short skimpy cheerleader skirt was now covered in piss. I wrinkled my nose and looked away in disgust.

"Tell me you fool?" I grabbed the collar of his bloody shirt and yelled, "Who sent you to kill me? was it Vicenco Ferrari."

That Ferrari punk is the only one, I could think of that has the guts to do this. He and I had always been rivals ever since childhood, we both had to prove to our fathers and families that we were worthy to take on the family legacy. You see, being a mafia isn't something born with, it is made. I worked tirelessly, selflessly, never slept, practiced all day and night, I had to prove to my dad that I could be brave and heartless just as he was. I had to sweat and shed so much blood to be where i am today, something that the Ferrari heir failed. He's such a looser.

I wasn't ready to let some god damn bastard steal my town, New York belongs to me.

"What will you do? If I tell you who it is?"

I chuckled looking down at the bastard. I flicked the cigar and set it aside before turning to my right hand man who had a chuckle on as well.

"You have such a dirty mouth, asshole. Don't you value your life," Reese joked.

I glanced at my captive lazily. "Will you tell me who it is or won't you?"

"I won't you ruthless bastard. Why are you putting my kid in this?"

This fool sure had the guts and audacity to set questions in a situation like this. " Give me a gun," I said to Reese and gestured to Rags who was holding the little girl. "Hold her tightly."

The man's eyes widened in fear as he cried. "Please Please! Don't kill her, keep my daughter out of this."

Reese tossed me my golden Pistol, I carried it to my nose and breathed in the sharp smell of the beautiful weapon and nodded in approval.

"I got this from Italy, it's one in a kind, it carries a maximum of 17 rounds, it never missed and am going to put all these in your little angel's head." I slowly pointed my previous weapon to the young girl's head, I was more than willing to take the shot.

"I.. I'll tell you! I will tell you who sent me just don't hurt my child! P.. please!"

"You're going to tell me."

The man eagerly nodded his head," Yes, am going to tell you who sent me to murder you."

"Come to think of it. Your girl is really pretty," I mused loudly scanning the frightened girl. "And she's 18, I bet she's woman enough for my men, don't you think so dearest daddy?"

The girl whimpered as tears fell from her face. "Please.. don't... Please show some mercy to me and my dad."

"Mercy!" I bellowed, throwing my hands in the air. "Did he show Mercy when he tried to kill me and make my little kids orphans at such a young age."

The girl faced down, lost of an answer. One thing I learnt from being a mafia is to never ever show Mercy to anyone because they won't show it to you as well.

"Do you think Mercy is for people like me? Do you.."

The sound of my phone ruined the atmosphere, I reached for my phone and saw that my wife was calling. I sighed recalling the conversation I had with her this morning, for four damn straight years we always argue about the same thing, she wants a divorce and that is something I can never give her, my family doesn't allow that, I have a legacy to keep plus I can't give up a sexy trophy like her, I would be a fool to do so.

"What is it you want?" I asked lazily, only to hear my sons voices chirping in over the phone.

"Daddy, the party is almost starting and you're not here," my eldest Nolan said.

"I want to cut the cake with you Papa" came in my youngest twin Noah who was almost crying over the phone.

"Ahhh, ahhh boys, daddy is on his way."

I gestured for my boys to clean up before starting to walk out of the building.

"Please forgive me, atleast let my daughter go, please, she's too young for this, she doesn't have to pay for her father's mistake," the bastard cried out as my men dragged him away.

I pursued my lips in anger because he was interrupting my conversation with my babies.

"Daddy, who is that screaming?" Nolan always the keen and challenging one asked, that kid sure is something, he's got a strong will, an impenetrable one, I bet he will be the one to take over my throne one day.

I made a flat line gesture to my men to finish the bastard off. Tucked the phone under my ear to reply to my little tiger.

"It's nothing buddy. Daddy we just watching a movie."

"Movie?" Noah inquired.

"Yes, it's a movie." I tried to sound as convincing as I could but I doubt Nolan was going to buy it, I swear that kid is just like his mom so stubborn.

"Why don't you bring it home and we watch it with mommy?" Noah pleaded.

"I will sweetheart, I will.." if only he knew that his daddy was the one acting in the movie I lied about and a mafia as well who uses guns kill.

This is the reason why Noa wants to end our marriage, she's afraid of what our sons shall become cold, ruthless and arrogant just like me. But what she doesn't know is that this is their fate and one thing I know about fate is that you can't fight against it, you'll only lose.

"Okay, see you kids later, daddy loves you.

Tell Mommy I said hi."

"Bye"

I hung up the phone sighed running a hand in my hair, knowing I had to be home in the next 30 minutes or else my darling wife will flip and that never ends well.

Reese came running out of the building, I looked at my watch feeling irritated to still be here because of that motherfucker yet I had an important party to attend to. He just fuckin had to tell me who sent him to end my life, was that too much?

"What did he say?" I lit another cigar for myself, took it to my mouth and inhaled feeling the euphoria wrap me like a blanket.

"He said it's your wife."

"My wife!!" My eyes widened in shock and I dropped both my phone and the nearly lit cigar on the floor.

It's not like it was the first time she was pulling an attempt to end my life but this time she had taken it too far.. she hired a damn professional, a fuckin Hitman, I could have died for real.