Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Kyle’s POV

“I’m gonna ask you one last time. Who the fuck sent you after Galante and his men?”

The stupid old man laughed. Fucking annoying. We’ve been going on and on for the past thirty minutes and I guess his broken legs and bloody fingers aren’t enough to make him talk.

I had cut off four of his fingers, two on both hands. Then I shot his legs and cut off his left ear when he wouldn’t shut up as I told him. I also pulled out three of his teeth because he wouldn’t stop laughing and showing them off. Serves him right.

“I’m not telling you shit” He couldn’t speak well due to his lost teeth but I heard him. “Go to hell”

“Well, let’s see who gets there first”

Rolling up my sleeves, I signaled one of my men to bring me another torture instrument and he did. I smirked and got it from him. A fucking hammer, he very well knows my favorite.

I turned back to the old man and saw fright written all over his face. “Let’s see what you’re made of” I raised the hammer to smash his knees but he yelled for me to stop.

“Wait… Wait… Please, wait” I listened and waited. If he’s ready to talk then let him fucking talk. “I… I was sent by Federico Marino”

“Why?”

“Because your boss didn’t keep to his part of the deal”

I huffed and tightened my grip on the hammer. “He’s not my boss” I gritted.

“Please… I’ve… I’ve told you everything… Please, let me go!”

“You should’ve thought about that when you wasted my time” I answered and before he could plead some more, I raised the hammer. Not to his knees because I had changed my mind a while ago. Instead, I smashed his fucking head.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me he was dead because he was. His blood was all over the place and his skull was open. I rolled my eyes and dropped the hammer before turning to the men in the room. Without giving any orders, they swung into action and started cleaning up the mess.

Outside the warehouse, I lit a stick of cigarette and took a heavy huff. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the way it burned down my throat. Fuck, I needed this. Opening my eyes, I looked down and the first thing I saw was blood. Not mine but someone else’s.

Before, I wouldn’t make it so messy and get covered in blood but now, I fed on their excruciating pains and enjoyed the way they yelled and pleaded for me to make it stop. And then I would, but in the most brutal way.

I checked my phone and saw five missed calls from Layla, a long stupid message for me to come back home or else she’ll kill herself, and other missed calls from numbers I didn’t save. They’re probably b*tches I hooked up with.

There’s a message from Derek and he’s talking about some party and the location. Yeah, I think I’ll check that out. I could really use some drinks and b*tches after this.

By the time the men were done cleaning up, I was done smoking. I threw the stick on the ground and stomped on it before getting into the back of the car.

“Where are we headed, boss?”

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, remembering I had to deliver some information. “The fucking headquarter”

***

“You’ve done so well, Ombre, I knew you’d do a great job” He smiled and pushed an envelope to me, just like he does whenever I get the job done. “We have the finest ladies tonight. Pick as many as you want”

I grabbed the envelope and placed it inside my jacket. “I don’t need your fucking whøres”

“As always, you don’t.”

I knew he had something else to say so I sat back and watched him carefully. Two of his men stood behind him and three others stood around the room. My gun lay on the table, in front of me. I kept it there just Incase I needed to send someone to his early grave.

“The girl stole something of great importance. We’ve been searching for her but I hear she was seen at our bar downtown. And you helped her escape” He paused and we stared fixed at each other.

“That’s not my problem. Find her again. You did it once, you can do it again” He smiled and played with the rings on his fingers. He did that whenever he was angry and was only trying to hold it in.

“I’ll forgive you. But it’s left for you to find the girl” He pulled out a picture from one of the drawers and pushed it to me. “That’s the girl, in case you’ve forgotten what she looks like”

I looked down at the picture and stared at it for some time. She was so fucking beautiful, especially her eyes. Can’t still forget the way they glared at me in the hallway. But how the hell did she get to know Galante? How the hell is she in possession of something so important to him?

“I never told you I was doing your fucking job for you”

He glared at me. “If you don’t find the girl, I’ll have no choice but to kill your father”

“Good for him ’cause I’ve been wanting to do that. At least it’s not his son that sends him to his fucking grave”

We glared hard at each other without uttering a word. I knew I was treading on dangerous ground but I didn’t care. Galante is dangerous and everyone knows that. He kills mercilessly and he’s fucking ruthless. If I were someone else, I would’ve been dead the moment I talked back at him but I’m different.

I’m Important to him, just as much as the game is important. And because of that, I have my own rules. He follows my rules and I follow his. Any setback, then it’s game over for him.

“Take the picture and find the girl” He spoke calmly but it carried volumes. It was like a threat and a warning.

“Ho finito qui” [I’m done here]. I answered in Italian. I could speak other languages too.

The moment I stand on my feet without taking the picture, all the men in the room aim their guns at me. I looked at them and smirked, then I slowly lowered my hand and picked up my gun from the table. The men step closer, silently telling me to drop the gun but I refuse. Instead, I pointed it at Galante’s head.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Cosa stai facendo?” [What are you doing?]

“What I should’ve done the moment you dragged my family into this”

It’s been two years. Two fucking years since I got into the game. I was trained to fight and kill. I take the orders I want and then I do the extraction with my men. But since we got back to this shitty place, everything has been getting on my nerves, including him.

“Put the gun down and let’s get this straight, Ombre”

‘Ombre’ was the Italian name for Shadow. Everyone gave me the name because they said I moved like a dark shadow when carrying out an operation. I moved quietly but deadly and I never got caught.

“Tell your men to stand down. There’s only one bullet in this gun and your name is written on it” He gritted his teeth and looked at his men. They received the signal and dropped their weapons.

“Put down the fucking gun, now!”

I did and with that, I walked out without sparing a glance at any of them.

***

Once I got outside, I took a deep breath and headed for my car. I’m tired of being around these assholes. I think it’s time to attend the party Derek texted me about.

“Kyle… Kyle, wait!” I paused and turned around. Dad? What’s he doing here? I thought as he got closer. “What the fuck were you thinking? You can’t go around fucking with Galante”

“I did that already, now, guess whose fault that is”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know. You’re still mad at Lew Dalton and his whole family for what they did to us but you need to calm down. It’s not yet time, son”

“Spare me the whole bullshit” I responded and took a step closer to him “It’s you, Dad. It’s all your fucking fault”

“Kyle… Let’s not talk about this now”

“No, I wanna talk about it, right now. What? Are you gonna run away from it like you used to, huh?” He sighed and I continued. “You left her to die. You didn’t fucking care about any of us but yourself”

“I tried, Kyle. There was nothing I could do. We had lost everything because of…”

“Because of you, Dad. We lost her. You made us motherless. While she was there, dying, you were out there with your fucking whøres” I could feel the hurt and anger from three years ago. They were coming back and this time, more painful.

She was the only person that loved us. But he left her to die and I couldn’t save her.

“You think I joined this shit because I wanted to help you get back everything we lost? You think I decided to kill people because of you?”

I had so much to say but at the same time, my hands were itching to break something, anything. And the only thing I could think about was his fucking neck. It wouldn’t take so much but I’d hurt Kendall. She’ll cry for decades because she loves him so much.

But I loved my mum and he fucking left her to die.

“Son…”

“Don’t fucking call me that” With that, I got into the car and sped off. He ceased being my father three years ago.

But he’s right. It’s not yet time to strike.

I hate Shane Dalton and his whole family and I want nothing more than to watch them burn to the ground. Yeah, it’s not yet time. But I don’t have enough patience to wait any longer.