The Mafia Boss Plaything

NOTE: This book is a trilogy about the Costello brothers. The eldest brother Sergio is the head of the mafia family. He just assumed the position of mafia boss of the whole Costello empire. Come with us on this journey or war, love, passion and betrayal. ________________________________ JULIE’s POV I’m scared. I don’t think I’ve ever been this scared in my whole life . I’m hunched down on the floor trying to make myself as little as possible. From my spot on the floor I can see everything that is happening and I’m trying not to make any sound. I can see four men standing. One of the men goes out and brings another man tied, blindfolded, gagged and obviously beaten by the bruises on his face and the blood spilling from what seems to be a broken nose, he is dragged into the room and one of the men drops him harshly into a chair. The tied man groans at the force but its muffled by the gag in his mouth. One of the men whispers something into what looks like a small walkie talkie. If they weren’t dressed in suits and I couldn’t see the peek of their tattoos I would think they were the police. That tattoo is known and feared by all that knows what it means. They are the Italian Mob. And soon three other men come inside and the atmosphere of the room changes. Everyone is on alert and I recognize the man that just walks in as the new boss of the Costello cartel family. I can only get his side profile from where I’m seated and trust me I try not to gasp. There are few pictures of them ever in the news or anything but he doesn’t seem all bad or evil like they are known for. He is pretty young and walks with an authority that cannot be feigned, learned or formed. His aura is powerful and intense. He nods and one of the men removes the seated man’s blindfold. The seated man looks around and when his eyes land on the boss his eyes widen in fear. His body shakes with the obvious terror its like a deer caught in headlights and he immediately starts begging. “boss, I swear!! I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me, you know I would never do that to familla. My loyalty lies with you. Dios moi.” he goes silent when he doesn’t get any response from the young boss. The fact that the boss doesn’t say anything but instead watch the man babble on and on perhaps thinking he can find a way to escape his obvious doom. “Miguel, I must admit it was a very big surprise when I found out from my men that it was you who went ahead and stole from me. I mean you would think that all your time working for me taught you that you should not steal from me, you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you. But I guess your greed clouded your common sense. You were nothing when my father picked you up and brought you into the family fold and how do you repay us by stealing and snitching” He tsks and walks forward to stand directly in his front. “ I swear boss, I never snitched. I swear. You have to believe me.” the tied man swears and at this point he has started crying and blubbering. “now Miguel you and I both know that that’s not true at all. You see when a man gets desperate he becomes irrational, he doesn’t think things through, he doesn’t do the things eh ought to do. If you had come to us in repentance that you stole for whatever reason I would have shown you mercy of some sort but you thought you were smart, you went to the police with supposed damming information. How could you forget that we basically own the police in this town. One thing we cannot forgive is a snitch. You know that already, you yourself has helped us dispose many of their type. People who think they can do that an get away with it. So I employ you to take your punishment with good grace and say your last prayers.” He pats the man’s knee comfortingly. The tied man is in a full blown panic. Crying and screaming for mercy. It is futile the location of this place is so secluded that foe about a mile out there’s no person living out here. That’s probably why they picked this spot, no interruptions and no witnesses. All the men around, the bodyguards of the boss are all standing there looking stoic. Its obvious the man was or is a friend but they are doing nothing to help him from hiss set fate. “ because you were a friend and someone we once considered as family I’m going to make your death painless and quick. Its the little bit of mercy I am granting you. Normally you know what we do to snitches.” the young boss walks back to where his men are standing and collects a gun from one of them and turns back around to face the tied man. “Sergio. Don’t do this, I served your family since when I was a boy, don’t do this please, for the years I spent consider that please” he appeals. Sergio. So that’s his name. I have heard it being whispered in terror many times in the markets and among aqaintances. from the look on Sergio’s face he is done with the chitchats and nods to the tied man. He seems to realize that this is the end of the road for him and he sneers at Sergio who is holding the gun. “you’re as cold and unfeeling as the rest of your cursed family, the lot of you would meet me in hell. f*****g…...” the remaining of his sentence trails off into nothing as a single shot goes off. From where I’m perched I see the man’s head loll down to the side as his whole body is lax in death. The bullet went through his head and he was dead in a second. I swallow the scream that threatens to come out of my mouth. I’m trying not to let the sobs escape my mouth. I have no doubt that if I’m found I’ll end up like that guy. My body will probably be dumped into the ocean and no one will ever find me. Two of his men untie him and drag the body away. As they drag him past where I’m hidden behind empty wooden crates, I scurry behind the crates trying to keep myself from being spotted so the same fate doesn’t await me. In my haste my arm hits the crate behind me and falls down making a ruckus. I freeze. “go and check that out.” I hear the man they call Sergio instruct his men. I hear footsteps come towards where I’m hiding and I cant keep the whimper out of my mouth. Fear grips me. I want to grab my tote and run towards the other end that leads outside but I’m too scared to even move. I have no doubt that even if I run I won’t get very far, they would catch me either way so there’s no point in trying to run away. I’m going to die today. One of the men points his gun to me and I cower in absolute terror. He puts his hand towards me, grabs my arm and drags me out. I don’t even bother screaming or shouting. Like the man they just killed it was futile. There’s nobody around for miles. No one will come to my aid. I’m full blown sobbing. I can’t help it. “found him” the man grabbing my arm drags me up and looks down at my skirt and his eyes widen as he sees I’m not a boy but a girl his grip on my arm slacken a little as he just drags his face back to my baseball cap covered face trying to see my face. “bring him here” its the voice of the boss. I’m terrified. I send a pleading look to the man holding me but his stoic face betrays nothing as he drags me off to where the other men are standing. He pulls me to stand in front of everyone. My head is bent in fear. “what do we have here? What is a girl doing in these parts?” he murmurs in surprise. “raise your head up” he instructs softly. My body betrays me and answers that command. He pulls the baseball cap off my head and my hair tumbles out. The blond long mass falls down my back in a smooth fall. He looks even more shocked staring into my violet colored eyes. I can see his men looking at me curiously. Like they’ve never seen a girl before now. He takes a step back and looks at me from the top of my head down to where I’m gripping my giant tote back to my chest like a shield. Down to my legs that are exposed by my short skirt. I knew the skirt was a bad idea today but the weather was just so warm today.