"I asked for just one thing… just one thing but you couldn't do it for me." Mr Raye barked at Mr Rodman.

The man laid on the floor shivering with his family, he glanced at his wife and daughter who laid with him.

"But you're married with a child sir, I can't hand my little daughter to you." Rodman spoke up at last.

Raye kicked his back so hard and he groaned in pain. He yanked his wife's hair and slapped her face.

"Do you think that I can't take care of her or what? Look, I have fucking money and I can spend it on anyone I wish." Raye sputtered.

He faced his thugs. "What are you waiting for to stutter this man into pieces with your gun? I want him dead."

"In your next world, learn to respect wealthy and famous people like me." He referred to Rodman.

One of his thugs dragged Rodman away from his family, and then he released a bullet on his back causing blood to spill everywhere.

Raye smiled sheepishly, he glared at his wife who would give up any moment. "I have nothing to do with that slut, let her join her husband."

Mrs Rodman was dragged by her hair up away from her daughter, and then she was shut to death.

He laughed out loud. "No one dares Mr Raye, I am that man who no one steps on his feet."

"Bring that bitch that thinks she's the only woman on earth." He ordered the chief among his thugs.

He pulled the innocent girl up and pushed her to Raye.

"I am not asking for your hand in marriage again, you can go ahead and marry the ghosts." He remarked and gave her a thunderous slap.

She spit out blood and swallowed some. "I hate you even till death, and you must surely pay for your rudeness in spades. This ground will never set you free until it eats you up."

"Go to hell." Raye sputtered on her face. He took the gun himself and released a bullet to her chest, and then she collapsed on the floor.

He gave the thug back the gun and grabbed his cellphone. "Leave them here, this house should be burnt down to ashes." He ordered.

"Yes boss." The chief responded.

He moved to the door and pushed it open only for him to see a young boy on his heels.

"This little boy might be his child. They have the same looks. Go after him and make sure to kill him too." He referred to his thugs.

They all took to their heels chasing the little boy, while he stood waiting for their return with two other guards that stood at his side.

After some minutes elapsed, they returned without him.

"We couldn't get his back again. I bet he must have left this town." The chief thug stated.

He sniffed. "Better for him, or I'll make sure to deal with him mercilessly." He uttered.

"Empty these gallons of fuel on this building, set it ablaze before we leave." He ordered them.

They grabbed the gallons of fuel in the car trunk and made sure they emptied it round the building.

Raye stepped into his car with them and they left the compound while the chief thug stayed behind. He made sure their vehicle was far away from the compound before he lightened fire into the building and escaped.

No one will say a word. Not even the government will question his action, because they are all scared of him.

They drove off to his home and settled down.

*****

The morning sun made it's way into his room. Greg narrowed his eyes while staring at the window.

This has been the usual dream he always has. It's now part of him almost every night.

It's been fifteen years since he lost his family. In fifteen years he became a mafia lord… and he had to join this group because of one thing.

Revenge.

He yawned and stood from the bed. "I'm so tired of this dream… I'm tired of seeing my parents that aren't with me again… and my only sister."

Greg sniffed and wiped his face. He went straight to the bathroom and washed his face, then went downstairs to the bar.

"Master, a lady is here to see you." One of his guards uttered.

He hissed and grabbed a bottle of wine, disclosed it and filled his glass. "Tell her that I don't need a visitor this morning, she should fuck off from my home."

"Okay master." He replied and left him.

He filled the glass thrice and emptied it, and then moved to the sitting room.

"Get me my laptop." He ordered his guard.

He left his room and returned to the sitting room with his laptop. "This is it, master."

Greg pushed it closer to the sofa he sat on and began typing in something.

"Texas." He mentioned.

He typed in another thing. "Raye Dalton." His eyes widened.

"This is exactly the devil causing me nightmares." He took a deep breath and lifted his face. "Hey! Come over here." He called the chief thug.

He walked closer to him and squatted.

"Take a good look at this man, he's Raye Dalton… and we will be leaving for his home for an operation." He coughed slightly. "This is the asshole that destroyed my family. I must take revenge."

"Yes boss, I'll track him and make sure to get more information about him including his residence. Once everything is ready, I'll let you know." The thug assured him.

He smiled and relaxed on the sofa. "Make sure you tell the others, you all should be ready… I'll make sure to destroy him and his wife, but I'll capture his daughter to serve me. She will pay for the sins of her father." He sputtered and got on his feet.

His guards watched him as he climbed up the stairs to his room. He has given his order, and that's how it's going to be.

He stepped into his room and got seated on the sofa.

"I'll destroy him. I'll destroy his wife… and I'll enslave his daughter. He will be my property, and my slave."

That was a declaration from a man that wants revenge. A man who isn't ruthless, but it's gonna be ruthless to a particular lady as a part of revenge.

He is Gregorio Rodman.