The Devil JOVE's
3. Jove's Weaknesses
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“Bos, they're the ones!” franklin reports that he ejected the head of a man who had just been thrown in front of his boss.
Jove. He then displayed a quite terrible smirk on his lips. Realizing that his boss's mood was not good, Franklin whispered to his men to find a model that could be used as an entertainer.
“You already know not his taste Mr Jove?” ask Franklin to make sure.
“Yes. I know!”
“Turn that woman to the hotel as soon as you get her. Send me a message where I should send the money.”
“Good.”
After giving orders to his men, Franklin walked over to his boss. The tail of his eyes then glanced towards the one man who was crawling about to approach. Not wanting this man's attitude to make his boss' mood become increasingly bad, Franklin quickly stepped on his finger until the sound of crackling from there. Maybe it was the sound of his broken finger bone.
“Arrkkhhhhh!”
“Sick?” ask Franklin with a grin.
“Amse, Mr. Franklin. Please let go of my hand!” shouted the man with his face in a flood of cold sweat.
“You can even say my name so clearly. Then when you were spying on us did you never imagine what kind of torture you would receive, hm?” franklin sneered while strengthening his footrest to make the broken bone crumble. “Begging for mercy. You think this is a place of penance? You're wrong man if you think like that. Because the truth is this place is the place to pick up death. Know you!”
“Frank, you're too noisy!” cold Jove reprimand.
“Sorry, Sir!”
Soon Franklin took his foot off then retreated and stood next to his boss.
“Who are your masters?” jove asked while looking flat at the man who was cowering in pain under his feet. “As long as I am kind, then answer honestly. Tonight my mood is in turmoil. You'll be in big trouble if your dishonesty provokes my anger. Understand?!”
“P-pa-understand, Mr. Jove. I-I get it!” scared you.
There is one very terrible fact about a mobster named Jove Lorenzo. Whoever is caught off guard by his accomplices, they never survive. This guy is really terrible. Jove was born as someone who was unforgiving in slaughtering enemies. During this time there are many people who are competing to find the weakness of Jove. But no, they could never find it. Even before they could investigate, those people had already died in a very strange way. They were killed at the hands of a mysterious person whose tracks they could never find.
But of the many enemies that lurk, no one is able to realize Jove's true weakness. The weakness of Jove is very easy and can be found anywhere. And that weakness lies with WOMEN. Take a good look, W-A-N-I-T-A. You readers certainly know that Jove is not suffering from a rare disease where he will feel pain and his body like being burned every time he finished making love with a woman. And not only that. If Jove doesn't drink a special potion, he'll turn into a piece of wood that can't do anything. Because Jove's weakness had such a terrible effect, Jova always ordered her men to finish off the women she had spent the night with. Jove liked the d*sahan that came out of the women, but Jove hated the sickly opium they were given.. And tonight, Jove needs a release. That was why his mood became so bad because tomorrow morning he would again feel an excruciatingly intense pain.
“Then say. Now!”
“T-Mr Jove, I was ordered by Mr. Albert to spy on Mr. Don's group. He wants to know if Mr. Don is working with you or not. Also, you're looking into the drug dealings you previously discussed at Mr. Don's headquarters. That's it!”
“Hmm,”
“Good, Master!”
Franklin immediately pulled out a dagger tucked in the waist and gave it to his boss. And without having to be asked, Franklin roughly pulled the man's hand and then rolled his shirt up.
“Prepare. You will soon lose ten fingers and both of your earlobes. How dare you listen to something you shouldn't have heard. Basic to lol!”
“T-Mr Jove, didn't you say you'd forgive me after I told you everything? W-but why are you and your men treating me like this now?” asked the man with a frightened face. He was very horrified to imagine his ten fingers cut off in a conscious state. Feels ... gosh. Must be very painful.
“Franklin, did you hear me say I would forgive him?” jove asked as she stared at the glint of such a sharp dagger.
“No, Sir. I didn't hear it at all,” Franklin replied.
“Then whose ears will be cut first. Your ears, or the ears of this stupid rat?”
“Of course it is the ear of this rat to lol, Mister!”
“Good. As you say!”
Jove then crouched down. One hand moved holding the chin of the man whose face was already very pale like a corpse. Jove then smiled, very fond of the helpless expression on this man's face. Not wanting this man to die easily, Jove played a dagger by carving a special symbol that only understood by his men on the man's face. And from minute to second, Jove's palm was already filled with pools of blood coming from the carved wounds she had made.
“Mr Jove, t-please forgive me. I-I'm just following orders from Mr. Albert. Really!”
“Then you hoped I'd believe it and then let you go. So?” sahut Jove's. “This is the reason why God gives reason and thought to man. And the point is to think long before doing something. You should have known that I never let go of the enemy alive. So whatever you beg, I will not forgive you. Do you understand?”
“But Sir, I ….
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“AAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
With ease Jove cut off the right ear belonging to his men Albert regardless of the screams of pain. After that he continued to cut off the other ear to make the man fall unconscious. Franklin, who saw his boss's toys lost consciousness, replaced them with other spies. He violently gripped their necks then threw them before his boss. Without feeling the slightest pity, Frankil firmly held their heads when his boss wanted to return to play. Shortly after, the floor that had looked very clean now was like a blood pool. The severed earlobes and fingers that lay irregularly, making the atmosphere in the room very horror. But that honor doesn't apply to Jove and Franklin. They were busy enjoying the pleasure of torturing the enemy of seven. Nor did they care about their faces and clothes which were now filled with splashes of fresh blood.
“Send all these carcasses to Albert's residence. Make sure they're all dead before they get there!” jove orders while plugging a dagger into the man's crown which he first torments. After that Jove stood up, wiping the blood that was stuck near her lips.
“Good, Master!” franklin obeyed.
“I need women right now, Franklin.”
“I've prepared, Sir. And the woman should now be waiting for your arrival in the hotel room!”
Jove nodded. He then walked casually towards the bathroom. His cold face did not show any guilt after playing with seven lives at once. It's cruel, isn't it? This is the real mafia world. You guys should know that.
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