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They tried to scream for help but their closed-up windpipes didn’t allow a whisper to leave their mouths. One by one, they toppled off their chairs and wriggled on the floor like the worms they were.
This was the reason the Morelli family never gained any power in this region. They were greedy and didn’t heed common advice when it came to dealing with people far more powerful than them.
I walked out from my hiding spot.
Shock bloomed on their faces. My sudden appearance must’ve seemed like some sort of demonic apparition. The thick scars lining my face added to their ideas of me being a beast or a demon.
Gabriel’s youngest son fished for the cross hanging from a gold chain at his neck. He clutched it tight, his eyes widening comically.
I walked closer to him, enjoying his fear. Reaching him, I kneeled beside him and smiled.
The stench of urine wafted into my nostrils. It was a moment before I realized he’d pissed himself.
“Fucking moron,” I muttered in disgust and moved away from him.
The five men thrashed around the floor, desperate for a gulp of air. Dread soon settled in their eyes as they realized death was close by.
Ten minutes later, all five members of the Morelli family lay dead at my feet.
I looked around the room, taking note of the upturned chairs and untidy carpet.What a mess, I thought with a frown. People ruling the underworld who witnessed the scene had to know it was us.
Grabbing a pair of plastic gloves from inside my jacket, I got to work.
Over the next hour, I straightened the chairs, took my time to clean up the drool and foam from my victims’ mouths, and fixed their clothes.
I staged my kill by placing the five dead Morelli men around the table. Gabriel was back at the head of the table with his sons surrounding him. They were all made to lean against the backrest of their chairs, giving the illusion they were still sitting upright and having a conversation.
The mess they made was all cleaned up. Every object was back in its place. The poison-laced liquors were drained out from their respective decanters and replaced with their original contents. I even cleaned out the glass tumblers and poured regular bourbon in them, setting them before each member.
The police would be scratching their heads for a long time trying to figure out the way the Morelli men died. They wouldn’t find any trace of poison in the drinks or anywhere in the house.
The poison I used on them was a special concoction. It was a Volkov specialty and usually went undetected during forensic inspections. The cops would only know how the Morelli men died, not the cause.
Perfect, I decided, staring at the scene before me.
The media would be all over this murder over the next couple of days. Speculations on why and how the Morelli men died would be the top subjects of gossip and discussion.
It was the perfect way to send my message to all the influential men who knew of our existence. Everyone from the most powerful mob bosses to the politicians who controlled our city would know the consequence of getting involved in a conspiracy against the Volkov clan.
Callum Baldwin was going to have a very difficult time convincing anyone to lend him their men and power. My brothers and I were going to make sure he knew how powerless he was against us.
Killing him was easy but we wanted him to go through the same hell as us. We’d shatter his arrogance and pride before grounding his bones to dust.
I wondered how Lucia truly felt about everything. At the end of the day, Callum was still her brother. Even if she hated him, would she be okay with us killing him?
Killing was the way of a Volkov's life.
Mikhail was convinced she’d be able to accept us but I still had my doubts.
Her pretty face rose before my eyes. My dick throbbed, wanting to taste the tightness of her perfect pussy. It was almost a thirst I couldn’t wait to quench.
The need to see her suddenly overwhelmed me. With one last look at the dead Morelli men, I melted among the shadows and made my exit from their pretentious villa.
30
Yakim
Echoes of the ancient grandfather clock rang out in the hallway as I entered the manor. The time was exactly midnight.
