TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
VIOLENCE
REFERENCES TO RAPE
SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS
BLOOD/GORE
Liras POV 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 stab stab
I lay on the floor of the living room, my head being propped up with two soft pillows. The jet lag caught up with me today. Fuck. I kept my eyes closed as I rubbed my throbbing head. I was beyond tired, passing out was an option. But I didn't want to. Admir wasn't home yet, he was out for business.
"Would you like some coffee shefi? (boss)" A man spoke up, breaking the silence. I opened my eyes and looked to my right to see one of the guards I've trained staring down at me. Here I was laying on the ground, tired as fuck. The sight wasn't surprising, I pulled this shit all the time. "No thank you." I replied sounding drowsy.
"Lira." A voice called out startling me awake. I must have dozed off. I looked up at Admir with wide eyes. "Oh fuck! You scared the shit out of me." I felt my heart racing and he just looked so pleased with himself. He sat himself down onto the edge of the sofa and sighed. His hands were dropped down between his widespread legs.
"No luck I take it." I sighed knowing Admir didn't find him. "It's as if the boy doesn't exist. There's not even a body or a single trace. No one has heard anything." He rubbed his face in agitation. He was the Mafia Don of Albania and yet he couldn't find a single little boy. It must be very damaging to his ego if nothing else.
"So what do you think?" I asked him as I shuffled up to a sitting position. I looked at him, his eyes were droopy and his movements slow. He was exhausted. "If he wasn't our brother, I would say he's dead." He rubbed his palms together. "But he is. So I'm going to remain naively positive and say that he's alive and in hiding."
I stood up and placed my hands on my hips. "Now our mother, she wasn't a stupid woman. And his father, he's in a cartel. The right hand man even. So he's not stupid or at least that's what I think because surely he can't get to where he did by being stupid." I paced the room slowly while thinking out loud. "So, our brother he can't possibly be stupid. He's definitely hiding. Whoever wants to hurt him is still chasing him. We need to find out who and why." I stopped and looked across at Admir.
"The fucking bastards. When we find him, I'm going to kill every single one of them." I growled. "Yes yes of course you are. Now I'm heading to Vegas tonight and I've asked Vicenzo to help. You're staying here, keeping an eye on business." He spoke as he stood up slowly.
I glanced down and then back up at him. "Okay." I agreed. He looked at me with furrowed brows, not believing what he was hearing; his sister actually listening to him. I licked my lips and chuckled. "What!? I know I usually would have put up a fight about it. Shut up. Stop looking at me like that." I crossed my arms.
"Seems as if Vicenzo is a good influence after all." He chuckled. "Yes he is..do you want to go out to eat, before you go?" I asked. We hadn't gone out to eat for a while now, just the two of us. His lips tugged into a small smile. "We can but you can't-" He was interrupted when a guard knocked on the door and entered without being told to.
We both turned to face the guard. "Don't you know you're supposed to wait until we ask you to come in." I stared at him. "Oh shit sorry." He mumbled while rubbing his neck. "Come on, what's the news then." I smiled.
"We've found him. His father. Do you want him in the basement?" The guard spoke clearly. Admir didn't move from his spot and remained quiet. I chuckled and walked up to the guard. I placed my arm around his neck and laughed. "Ah fuck yes. Finally some good news. Did I ever tell you that you're my favourite? Well you are. Go on, tie him to a chair. He's not bruised or beaten is he?" I asked as I ruffled the boys hair. He chuckled and brushed his long brown hair back. He was only seventeen, taken in by Admir to join our Mafia when his parents died.
"He's not been touched." He replied. "Perfect. Just the way I like them." I smirked evilly and picked up my phone off the white coffee table. "Go easy on him. He may not even know anything and what if we find our brother. You wouldn't want for him to see his father bloody now would you?" Admir spoke up.
"Well..no." I furrowed my brows as I thought about ways I could torture him without leaving marks. There were ways, lots of ways. Admir walked out of the room and I followed behind him. We took the elevator down to the basement. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. He held it out for me. I turned it down. "You should stop smoking...if this boy..he should be the heir." I thought out loud. It's something I've been wanting to say for a while now.
"Perhaps...but I really wanted the heir to be your child." He spoke after a while. "Why?" I asked him making him chuckle. He looked at me with a very much fatherly gaze. "Oh come on Lira, you're smarter than that. If the child is yours and Vicenzo's, just imagine how smart he would be. Just imagine how powerful he would be." He held the cigarette to his lips and breathed out a cloud of smoke which lingered in the confined space we were in.
"Uhh." I gulped as I couldn't find any words. He fucking rendered me speechless, almost. "No but why don't you have a baby? With Melisa." I smirked making him cough on the smoke. "I'm busy I don't have time and I won't have time to take care of a child." He uttered.
"Oh I see. And I do? Enzo does?" I chuckled and patted his back. Don't worry, I'll find our brother and make him the heir. I just have to make sure he's not a thick shit and that he's cutout for the lifestyle. I'll have to train him and make him feared. "What if it's a girl?" I spoke out loud as the elevator came to a stop. The guard walked ahead on the plastic covered floor.
"Girl boy it doesn't matter. I'm not sexist." Admir scoffed. I hummed. No he's definitely not. I just like getting on his nerves. We stopped before a man tied up to a metal chair to the very far end of the basement. His legs were bound to the legs of the chair, his arms were also bound to restrict his movement. His face was dropped low. "He's unconscious!? You said he wasn't harmed." I rubbed my face more so in annoyance than anger.
"He's not harmed. Just unconscious." Admir observed as he studied the man. The man was well built which was expected and he had an almost Aragorn appeal. With his dark shoulder length wavy hair, dark stubble and sharp nose. I tilted his head up and held my hand on his nose and mouth to stop him breathing. After a few seconds he gasped and I let go, but not before slapping him. Just to be sure he was wide awake.
He looked around in a panic, pulling at his arms. He blinked heavily before his eyes landed on Admir. When he gulped, it was clear to see that he knew who he was. "I haven't done anything to the boy. He's my son. You have no right." He spoke with a broad accent. "No right? He is our brother." Admir growled getting frustrated.
The man scoffed seemingly amused. "Brother? Your mother was a whore and my son, I don't know where he is." He spat out, his dark blue eyes dangerous and cold. Admir stepped forward and struck the man across the face, the ring on his finger leaving a gash behind. "Do not call our mother a whore you fucking bastard. And your son is better off without you." Admir growled, his chest heaving. What the fuck. Admir never swore that much. And he would certainly restrain himself a lot more, emotions must be messing with his head.
I stepped in front of Admir. "Go. I'll deal with him." I nodded my head towards the elevator. He let out a sharp breath and walked away. I turned to face the man who's cheek was cut with blood running down his face. He chuckled as he looked me over. "You look just like your mother. I bet you're a whore too." He sniggered to himself. He spoke cheap tacky words so he must be more brawn than brain.
I smirked and pulled out my knife from my pocket. "Are you seriously calling me a whore now? Do you want to die that badly?" I clicked my fingers and the guard brought over another metal chair. I sat down with my legs crossed over the other, knife in hand. Fuck, I have become more patient.
