An eerie silence fills the room and the only thing that alters it is the heavy panting of the fool that kneels in the pool of his own blood. His hands are untied but they lay useless by his sides. Platter sounds accompany his panting as I stalk towards him, I try not to look at my pants cause I already know the state of it. I hate to get messy when I handle situations like this but I have no choice when it comes to traitors like this. He groans in pain when I pull his hanging head up by his blood coated hair.

His eyes are fat swollen, they rhyme perfectly with his swollen nose and lips. A job well done by Andrei, my right hand man. "Where are my goods Cisco?" I question the fool beneath me.

"Blah blueebleh spulrt spulrt" He could not splutter one meaningful word. I rub the bridge of my nose.

"You've ruined his speech, Andrei" I drawl, with frustration lacing my voice. "Now he's useless"

"I'll dispose him" Andrei inputs as he paddles his way to meet us. I let go of the fool's head and Andrei pulls him up by the collar. "Any last words?"

"Bleh splurt splurt splurt"

"None, okay" He pulls out a mini pitch fork from his pocket. I'm no longer shocked at Andrei means of killing and torturing. His undergarments her nothing but weapons strapped to his skin covered beneath a clean designer suit and pants. He points his pitch fork to the fool's throat. Andrei was a biology lecturer before his life turned upside down. He trails the fork down the length of his throat in a slow motion. Cisco's Adam's apple bobs up and down nervously as the fork measured the length of his throat.

Andrei pulls the fork away from his throat then plung-

"Пожалуйста, не убивай меня" (please don't kill me) he manages to rush out. A smile reaches my lips. Now he wants to talk.

"My goods, Cisco" I press, my voice edges towards annoyance. I am not a man of patience. "You think you can fool me? Have a replica of goods shipped to my clients, then hoard the originals? You're so smart and brave and suicidal"

He tries to breathe from his nose but it's a struggle so he tries his mouth. "I'm..... Sorry" he forces the words out of his mouth. Apparently talking and breathing through your mouth is not an easy task. Since that is the case....

"I suggest you tell me what I want to hear Cisco. You know how thin my patience is, don't you?" especially when my shoes are dipped in his blood, not my type of scene.

"Rotov...... took it........ from me........ H-he said......... H-he'd handle it"

"Rotov" I tap my chin with my index finger. That fucking pup. "The same Rostov?"

"y-yes"

The way humans think will forever be an enigma to me. He stole from me his boss, who pays him generously for the job he does, for Rostov who I'm pretty sure won't settle him. Curiosity fills me. I look down at Cisco.

"What did he promise you? Money? But you make more cash than he does so, what exactly made you betray me?"

He remains silent for thick second.

"His...... Sister" He says. His voice was below a whisper but I hear it clearly.
"She said.. Rostov....... won't allow her... to.... to be with me unless....... I do his bidding"

I chuckle loudly. My eyes meets Andre who as always shows no expression and only stares blankly like a robot. What type of person would risk his life and wealth for a woman who will never be his? ...... A fool. Cisco is a fool and someone needs to tell him. It will be my pleasure.

"Rostov's younger sister, Taila?"

"y-yes"

I tsk slowly. "She's getting married to a soldier next week Thursday" I say slowly, allowing the words to register in his brain but Cisco is slow.

"N-N-no" He argues, his eye lids try to separate but fails. "it can..... B-be"

"If I was a merciful man, I'd spare you till Thursday just so you can congratulate her on her day but we both know showing mercy to traitors is a trait that was eradicated from my blood" I step away from him. "But fret not, she'll be joining you soon in draco's cell, playing bones"

He begins to struggle but it's futile. "N-N-N-no no"

"Boss" Andrie calls for permission. I wave him off, feeling a bit pity for the Romeo boy.

"Put him out of his misery" with that I leave the room. I close the door upon his screams and screeching, it lasts a few seconds as I make my way out of the basement and stops immediately I step a foot out of the basement.

May his soul rest in peace.
One mole down, two more to go.

Of course I have the major issue to solve which is the bombing of our clubs but it's a work pattern of mine to break the little blocks first before taking on the bigger ones.

Dealing with moles like Cisco and Rostov is easy peasy but you see, when it comes to rooted jealousy and determination of intent to destroy from someone who is supposed to have power over you.... It becomes kind of tricky.

I approach situations like that with caution and permanent execution, I don't leave way for future threats. Once I start, I finish and for the one responsible for the destruction of my clubs and the luchesse's hotel, I am going to take precise time with him.

This is not a situation to approach without thinking. It involves not only me but Davinia also, I'll need to deal with it with extra care and caution. The phone in my right pant's pocket, vibrates and I take it out to see a notification message from my brother.

"Dinner at old pop's. He has something to say you" it read. I reply with an okay. I already had plans of visiting my parents before I return to the luchesse's. The minister's wife is celebrating her 50th birthday and we were both invited. I plan on making an entrance with her as a couple. To those that do not want the joining of the Russians and the Italians, they will have no choice but to sit and enjoy the show.

It's going to be interesting.