Entangled With The Mafia Lord

The moment we pulled in behind Tristan’s ride and killed our engines, I knew immediately that something wasn’t right.

Lucas was already out his door but he stood still, waiting for everyone to head out. I turned to Nicolas and told him to wait behind before letting myself out the door and slamming the car door shut. Tristan was already out of his car by the time I got to his side and together we made our way onto the stairs leading into the house.

The first thing that caught my attention was the knife edge sticking out of the door, which means someone must have left it there before closing the door and exiting the compound or someone pierced it in there before going out through one of the numerous windows of the house.

“Isn’t that a knife?” Lucas asked when we all stayed silent and kept on staring at the knife like we were waiting for our answers to our thousands of questions that could fall on us like unexpected rain.

“It is, and there’s blood on the edge of the knife.” Tristan replied to Lucas. On hearing the last part of Tristan’s answer, I glanced at the knife again and this time noticed the blood stains on the sharp looking edge of the knife.

“Someone should touch it.” Lucas said but I disagreed immediately.

“No! No one touches it. For all we know, poison could have already been sprinkled all over it and anyone who touches it might die on that very spot. We can’t take any risks.” I replied before sprinting back downstairs to grab a gun. I pulled open The driver’s door and dug out two guns from beneath the seat, before slamming the door shut, Nicolas asked if there was any problem.

“There’s a little problem, I think. But we’re working on it.” I reassured him before slamming the door shut and sprinting up the stairs again. I handed Tristan a gun before cocking mine. The guards who were with us including Lucas dug out guns and cocked their respective guns.

I pushed open the door but it wouldn’t budge. I tried the door handle but it seems like the door was locked with keys… maybe whoever got into the house didn’t even go in through the door but through the window.

“Where’s the keys?” I asked Tristan who patted his pockets before shaking his head and replying, “It’s probably at the safe house.”

I racked my brains but got nothing.

“Anyone with a master key here?” Tristan asked the rest of the guys and one of them dug out a master key out of his pocket. The master key was a special kind of key that can work any door or lock open in seconds.

I inserted it into the keyhole and the door clicked in seconds. Taking in a deep breath, I pulled on the door handle and kicked the door open but it didn’t go far since something seemed to be wedged behind the door.

I sucked in a deep breath on seeing a lot of blood pooling directly in the doorway, I followed the trail of blood but it seemed like the source of the blood dripping was behind the now opened door.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Holy shit.” I muttered under my breath while Tristan cursed not so quietly behind me. I stepped into the blood since there was no other place I could step on that wasn’t covered in blood while the rest of the guys followed immediately.

I paused in my tracks when a horrific sight caught my eyes.

Behind the door, laid the guy whom I brought home from the gym two days ago who’s leg wound was just starting to heal- with his eyes opened lifelessly while his blood still kept flowing out of different parts of his body but most especially, a slit on his throat.

Bile rose in my throat but I forced it down as I tore my gaze away from his lifeless, battered body and instead zoned in on the knife imbedded in the door. The knife which went through the man’s right hand nailed it to the door as if we were somehow replaying Jesus crucifixion scene all over again, only difference was that this was the horror version where Jesus actually gets killed and just one of his hand gets nailed to the door by a sharp knife.

What kind of fucktard did this?

What kind of fucktard did this?

“Jesus Christ.” Tristan breathed out the moment he took in what I just saw.

“The fuck? What the hell.” He continued, I glanced at him and watched as he kept looking at the man and glancing away immediately only to take a look again.

Guilt swamped me out of nowhere and I swallowed emptily while the metallic smell of blood filled the air. I’d have ended his life immediately and painlessly assuming I knew he was going to go through so much pain before having his last breath, but no- I had to drag him into something he doesn’t even have a clue about how it plays on.

The moment I remembered when he said he has no family except his small sister, I wanted to shoot myself in the guts because of how disgusted I felt at myself at the moment.

Christ.

Could things get any worse? I doubt it at this point.