•Innocence•

•12• Getting ready•

"Si Don, we have put her in the basement for now." The man tells me clasping his hands behind his back adjusting his posture.

"grande, get my tools ready I'll be down there in probably less than 20 minutes."

(Great.)

He nods his head and exits my office.

Finally, after all these years we finally captured this stronzi. She is the new Russian mafia leader since her father had died, For years I've been trying to take over that empire. Now I'll finally get what I want when I have that feral lady's blood to my name.

(Fucker)

I gather the things I'll need, such as my phone, placing that in my pocket, also my pistol of course, I then grab my packet of cigarettes, I only smoke rarely, when I'm stressed or celebrate.

The last fucking thing I need is lung cancer.

And I will definitely have something to celebrate soon.

The Russian mafia and I will become one, my empire will be the biggest Mafia to ever exist, and all I have to do is kill their leader, if a mafia boss kills another mafia boss, they get the option to claim their enemies Mafia.

So yes this is definitely a celebration so I'll be smoking today.

I also grab my half filled cup of whiskey, taking that along with me I head to the basement.

I kick open the basement door roughly, making my way down the stair case.

"Let me go you идиот." She yells at the top of her lungs.

(Idiot.)

"Calm down boys the fun is just beginning." Her eyes flash to me as I enter the room, my men already have left some bruises on her.

I can tell she's trying to hold some type of dominance but her life is over, and she is scared wether she shows it or not, any one in her position would be scared.

She may have already been beaten by my Men, but it's nothing compared to what I'll do to her before her death.

Smiling at the thought I walk over to her and into her cell, my toys on the wooden table near the door.

Looking though my hundreds of toys, I grab the chain saw, crusted old blood is scattered on the chainsaw already from the previous time I used it, I don't often wash my tools.

Walking over to her I smirk, "nice to see you again, Anistasia."

"Fuck off." She spits squirming in the chair.

"That's not very nice is it? Did my brother say that to you as well when you killed him?" I question her and she tilts her bruised face up towards me and smirks.

"He didn't have time to, the first thing I did was cut his tongue out." She smiles pure evil floating around in her eyes.

That was a very wrong, wrong choice of useless words, they just make me more furious.

My blood boils and I get more and more angry as I think about the past, she killed my 10 year old brother twelve years ago for revenge on our mafia because we kidnapped her mother. Her mother never died though, they somehow saved her.

I turn on the chain saw. "Your going to wish you never fucking walked the earth when I'm done with you." And before she can say anything I start digging the chain saw into one of her arms cutting it off slowly but painfully. It satisfies me when her blood splashes into the wall behind her.

She lets out a ear piercing scream, but as sick as it might sound it brings nothing but pure joy to me, I fucking hate this woman.

"Oh come on it's not that bad." I deadpan moving onto her other arm, my arms flexing as I dig the tip of the chainsaw onto her skin.