Chapter 2 Vincent Hastings

Author's POV "Boss, please spare me, give me more time please!" a man who looks about the age of thirty was kneeling in front of a tall young man wearing a black suit and tie, holding a gun in his right hand, playing with it while looking at him. They were surrounded by many men in black suits too, smiling and glaring at each other. The room was a torture cell, different weapons and stains of blood were evident on the floor and on the wall. There was blood on the side of the lips of the poor man, his eyes seemed to be punched so many times that it made a violet circle around it. "Boss, I will pay you next week, I swear. If I don't, then you can kill me!" "Renzo, I already gave you one month to pay me, and now, you're asking for another week?" "Boss, please... please forgive me..." he was already crying, the tears in his eyes and the blood all over his face were already mixing. Then the man rose up from his chair, standing before the poor guy, "You know how I fucking hate liars, Renzo. I fucking hate it whenever someone tries to fool me and you know what I do to them?" his thick black brows rose up and his grey eyes turned dark as he pointed the gun to the man's head. "Boss...don't do this...don't..." "Say hi to the devil for me, Renzo." Baam. The sound of the gun reverberated through the whole cell as blood came dripping on the floor. Vincent tossed the gun to the floor as he began walking towards one of his men and wiped his hands with a white hand towel. "Throw him somewhere, then give money to his family. Clean those mess, this cell smells fuck now." "Yes, Boss." Then he finally walked towards the exit with the other men following him. No expression on his face, his eyes were cold and his strong and tall frame made him look like a total mafia boss that everyone is afraid of. He has curly black hair, a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and a prominent lower jaw and chin. "Where are we heading now?" he asked his men. "To Mr. Laurens, Sir. The CEO of Laurencio Holdings." "That old man who pleaded for me to help him with his business?" Vincent asked, litting up the cigarette that Joe handed him, his assistant. "He wouldn't be where he is today if I didn't help him." "He still owes you $900 Billion, Sir. I've heard that he is also planning to make an alliance with Mr. Romano." Vincent almost laughed when he heard that, "Romano's in my pocket. Is he thinking that he could really start a war against me by running into people who have big debts to me too? Dickhead." His men laughed as they opened the door of a black limousine for him. "Let's test his bravery. I'm going to play with that old hag." *** Mr.Laurens was relaxing at his swivel chair after a meeting with a well-known mafia boss in town named Pablo, he talked to him and asked for an alliance against Vincent but the man said that he couldn't do that since Vincent is his boss too. "Damn you, Hastings. Gathering all the people and making them your men. You're a real asshole, I won't let you have your hands around my neck this time." Then the door went open, just as he was about to stand up and turn his head to see who just arrived, someone pushed him down, his face on the tiled ceramic floor. "W-Who the hell-- "Long time no see, Laurens." Upon hearing that cold deep voice, Mr. Laurens already knew who it was. "V-Vincent Hastings?" "Oh, so you still remember me, huh?" "W-What are you doing here? What do you need from me?" Vincent laughed like a devil, then he walked towards Mr. Laurens and grabbed him by the head, effortlessly lifting him up with one arm. "What do I need from you? Are you even serious? Are you sure you don't know why the hell I am here?" "I-If it's about the debt that I owe you, I-I don't have that amount of money yet... I can only pay you $900 Million for now..." "$900 Million? What do you want me to do with that? Buy a candy?" "V-Vincent, I will pay you next month, I promise you, I will pay you next month..." he pleaded, trying to take Vincent's hands off his collar, almost choking him. "Please, spare me..." Vincent clenched his jaw as he pushed him on the wall, so hard that Mr. Hastings groaned with pain. "How many times did I hear that line today? All of the people that I talked to pleaded to me too, and do you know what happened to them?" "N-No, no Vincent please, I will definitely pay you, I can even do whatever you want me to do..." "By the way, I've heard that you tried to talk to Romano and Pablo, is that true?" Mr. Laurens' eyes widened, "W-Who told that to you? I-I didn't-- Vincent suddenly punched the wall next to his face, he closed his eyes with his trembling body. "You know what pisses me off the most aside from liars?" He let go of him and took a step back, putting his hand inside his pocket, "Traitors. I really hate it when someone's trying to make a move behind my back especially when I helped them climb the stairs up to where they are right now. You should try being grateful, Laurens." then he took a gun and pointed it to Mr. Lauren's who's eyes are now widened, looking at Vincent. "Vincent... N-No, this company still needs me... my people still needs me... my family needs me..." "And satan said that he needs you now too." "N-No, Vincent... I could give you everything... I can be your servant... I will give you everything just not this company..." "Aside from this company, what else do you have?" Vincent asked, playing with the trigger of the gun, still pointed at the poor man. "I-I have 200 yatchs, 300 mansions, cruises, I-I have three daughters! You can marry one of them if you want!" Vincent laughed, "You are offering your own daughter to me? is that how desperate you are?" "J-Just don't kill me..." Vincent thought for a while before opening his mouth again, "Are your daughters beautiful? Or they look like you too?" His men laughed from behind him. "T-The youngest is the most beautiful among them..." "And you will give her to me?" "Y-Yes..." "Okay, show her to me tomorrow. No, bring all of your daughters to me. Bring them to me tomorrow night. If you don't do what you promised, I wouldn't hesitate to kill you this time."