Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

You're a crazy psychopath

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" I'm sorry, but I have to go!" peter whispered goodbye. Feelings of guilt again approached, until when Peter had to hide his work. It's not now, but one day Rachel will.

If you want to keep a carcass, one day the smell will be smelled too.

Taps! taps! taps! Peter went down the stairs, stepping away towards the corner of the mansion. Where a dark brown door, Rachel found that night.

The dark staircase, that's the first object seen, when the big door opened. Peter stepped in, without a flashlight or torch.

The man looked relaxed, walking while whistling enjoying the beautiful darkness he longed for.

Surprisingly Peter did not fall or stumble, Peter like to walk on smooth asphalt without holes or climbs.

The stench mixed with fishy, combined with the cries of the entire prisoner, further inflated Peter's adrenaline to kill.

The sound of Peter's leather shoes, rubbing against the floor, produced a clattering sound that signaled a danger alarm for the prisoners.

All the prisoners in the cell, straight away from the high iron that locked him. Peter did nothing, but looked neither.

Surprisingly they went away and chose to curl up in the corner of the room hoping not to be stared at by the ruler of darkness.

" Ach!" the heartbreaking cry from one of the prisoners was none other than the amateur bully.

Sadly, the man appeared to be holding a burly arm that was strangling his neck strongly.

" Don't rush to eliminate Kee, I want to chat with him for a while" said Peter, stopping Keenan's palm pressing firmly against his long neck.

" Let go of the tie, too," continued Peter. Keenan widened his eyes, what did this mean. Never once has Peter done this to a prisoner or a victim to be executed.

" But sir.."

" I told you to untie him" Peter asked again. Peter's stern voice and serious face appeared, a sign that he did not want to be denied.

The breath coming from Keenan's oral cavity sounded heavy. However, after that Keenan untied the man he had just chuckled with.

Afterwards Keenan stepped aside, choosing to observe a show that immediately started from the corner of the room. " If you want me to open my mouth, forget it. Because at any time, I won't say anything to you" he exclaimed with complete confidence and determination.

Peter acknowledged as a member, the perentas was arguably loyal. But unfortunately his loyalty has been utilized by the leader of his group. Even more funny, the bully was unconsciously being played by the boss.

Mocking laughter rang out from Peter's lips, why he was introgating when all the information he had got from Rachel's father.

Peter wanted to have a casual chat, relaxing the mind of the bully before his death. " Don't bother, I don't intend to ask you for information about your cheap group."

" And what do you want from me?"

" Hm, it's not important. I'd like to have a little chat, before these two hands of mine pluck your precious heart from where it came from."

Gluey! the bully swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. Looking at Peter's dark eyes, it felt intimidating and stirred up deep concern.

His mind was on his little family, maybe they were waiting for his return now. Sadly, her first child was born two months ago.

He should have known from the beginning. Joining a dark group makes his life a bet.

" Look at that hearty look of yours, I'm sure you have a family" Peter guessed. Right at the target, the bully threw a sharp glare. Threatening through that look.

" Don't touch my wife and children, they have nothing to do with this matter." the man asked, this time in a gentle tone of voice and a friendly look.

" Cih, I'm not that fast. Why do I eliminate those who do not disturb my peace. It's just, I want to send money as ransom for your life!"

" Why," he asked with his forehead folded.

" I've answered no, to redeem your life, you fool!"

" I know, but won't my leader guarantee my family's life, once I'm gone on a mission?" so naive, Peter feels sorry now.

" As long as you know, Black butterfly, won't spend a dime on your family even if you die defending their secrets!" obviously Peter.

" What are you saying?" ask the percussionist. " Stupid, you should have dug up information before you got into their group!"

" What do you mean, don't beat around the bush. Tell me the details, Goddamn it!" angry at the bully. His hands clutching tightly the collar of Peter's shirt.

" Casual, dude! I'm going to expose all the facts they've hidden from you. But, have you never felt the slightest suspicion of them before?"

" No, I just joined half ago."

" Ck ck, plain, at least read the agreement or rules they tell. "

" Already, but there was nothing suspicious in the agreement." the bully looked puzzled, guessing in the direction of Peter's conversation.

" BB leader, prioritizing power and authority. Members, only as a complement or auxiliary tools to achieve the goal.that is the principle."

As if shocked by Peter's explanation, then the bully rounded his eyes. A faint flash of light bounced off his black netra, the lips that were originally lining up were now slightly open. As if I couldn't believe what he had just heard.

" You mean, they won't be responsible for our deaths, even if we try to keep our mouths shut and keep all information secret?"

" Of right, you've been fooled all this time." Peter said while wearing black rubber gloves.

" Are you ready?" that scary question just popped out. " What?"

" Not to be in shock, just relax!" advice Peter.

Crazy, only a madman would follow the advice and sayings of a psychopath. The man was like a surgeon, while sorting out sharp objects neatly lined up in the middle of the room.

Seeing Peter choose a scalpel, then the feeling of fear enveloped the heart of the bully. The worry about the life of his son and wife overshadowed his head.

That guy's not a psychopath like Peter. He still had a heart, and his weakness was in his little family.

Though out loud the bully said it was better to die than to break the promise earlier. However, all his monologues changed when he heard that shocking fact.

" Forgive me, the way I give you death won't hurt. So don't worry, "

" I'll also give your wife some money and guarantee your son's education!"

" What are you doing?" ask the bully, when he saw Peter approaching with an injection of clear white liquid.

" Of course, get rid of you!" the puk! Peter punched a syringe into the bulldozer's neck. Letting drugs into his body.

Not waiting for a long time, the bully began to sleepy until it finally closed its eyes. Peter smiled smirk, starting to do the action by drawing abstracts around the arms.

" just get to the point" murmured Peter.

The srek! blood splashed out splashing about his handsome face. It looks like the body organs it is looking for. A heart that is no longer beating.

With a single pull, Peter pulled out that heart and smiled with pride. As if he just got the results of hunting that many times the size.

Brak! Peter turned his head towards the source of the voice, his brown netra quivering as he saw Rachel standing with a deathly pale face and a look of disbelief.

" You're a crazy psychopath.."

TB

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