Villain or a misunderstood Hero?

Warning: Torture Elements

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"They kidnapped me from my house," he spoke again in a whispering sound.

Santiago saw Callum shaking his head in amusement as he took the stool in the distance and sat on it quite enjoying the show unfolding before his eyes.

Excited Bastard. Santiago could understand Callum's thoughts and feelings if he had any. He enjoyed chaos and disorder. He relished the cries of pleas and desperation when they beg for mercy.

Nash who was behind the chained man saluted Santiago with two fingers and then winked before dropping the beer cans in the leftover ice water.

And Killian being Killian didn't do anything, just sat in the corner and went back to what he was doing -- reading.

"Please help me. Save me from these monsters." His eyes held the desperation which was heard in his voice. "I'll give you whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" Santiago asked shaking his head inwardly as once again he had to deal with the foolishness of humankind.

"Yes. Money, property, woman. anything." The man added desperately. Too bad for him, Santiago Vitello lacked neither of these.

"Just save me."He whimpered as he pleaded before Santiago to untie him and take him out of the fucked up dungeon.

The pleading in his voice provoked the familiar flames of excitement and adrenaline in the pit of his stomach.

Santiago grabbed his chin tightly in his hand and spat it out. "Too bad , I do not want either of these."

Only the coward and weak think that their money rules the people around them, but only in the light of true danger they discover, money is worthless and useless as their ashes after cremation.

"What do you want? I'll give you everything."His croaked voice said.

"Lorenzo. Just Lorenzo. " The single name halted his moaning and pleadings. He now knew the man in the dark suit was not there to save him but worse, to execute him for his sins. If he was looking was Lorenzo, it simply implied he would be dead whether he answered him or not.

"W-who are you?" Though he mustered up the courage to raise the question, he was not prepared to hear his answer.

"Nice question. But I'm in no mood to answer any of your questions." Santiago skillfully prevented answering his question in a bored tone but the captive knew how his hold on his chin tightened.

."W-what do you want?" He stuttered.

"Ah, I told you what I want. Lorenzo." The indifferent voice of Santiago rang again. The man was testing his patience, but he must keep cool because he couldn't undo the progress he made in years by killing this already half-killed disgrace to mankind.

He was so close to Lorenzo now that he had his right-hand man chained in his basement. It was now merely the game of time and patience.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Even on the brink of dying, he was protecting that sick bastard. But they worshipped that mentally sick bastard because he hadn't done what he had done to Santiago to his children.

"Do you now?" A dagger touched his neck and slowly and slowly blood started streaming his neck, covering his chest and finally his naked stomach.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't tell you. If I did they will kill my family." The man broke out in sobs. How many times had he given the same torture to others on Lorenzo's words but why it was hurting when it came to his turn.

'Family ' Santiago scoffed. Did he not have one? But they snatched up his family? He had never gone back to his family? Because he didn't recognize what he had become? He also had a loving mother, a caring father, and a little sister but he couldn't go back and tell them that he was their son -- their Santiago because a crazy man happened and ruined him of all these things.

His beloved would have been with him today if not for Lorenzo. They would have been married and perhaps would have kids too but he was forfeited of all the things he deserved and now he was out for retribution.

Every man who destroyed his life would pay with their lives and this was Santiago's promise. And his promise was as good as his blood.

Santiago grabbed him by his hair and banged his head on the dirty floor. The floor was covered with his vomits, piss and shit. "Well, if you didn't I will kill you. Actually, I won't. I will torture you more brutally than my three comrades and then a doctor on my payroll will stitch you up. And this cycle will go on till you finally open your mouth."

How strange are we humans even in our last moments we wish of living for a moment longer, though we know it will never make any difference still we do not wish to die and leave this earth, doesn't matter either if the world ahead is better than this.

"I'm sorry..."

Whenever someone said sorry to Santiago, he wanted nothing but to put a bullet in their head or worse cut their damm tongue which uttered the word 'sorry.' But if he could find the person who made the world sorry, he would kill that one first.

"You will die either way but I'm giving you a choice to choose how you want to die. The choice is yours. I don't offer deals often."

"A deal with the devil." The man concluded.

"No, a deal with the villain." Santiago Corrected.

"Please protect my family and in return, I will provide you information on Lorenzo."

"Deal."

Well, the Villain could play hero sometimes, could not he?

Ah, leave it you will not agree if I say that this villain was a hero once. A misunderstood hero.

"Lorenzo is alive. He is in New York under the protection of Alessandro Marino," He said hastily.

What was the benefit of protecting Lorenzo when he couldn't even protect his family or himself? No matter how much one idolized someone, the family always came first.

Alessandro Marino, the boss of the New York Mafia outfit and head of the Marino familiglia was a cruel man but a very capable boss .There were three other Mafia families in New York but the majority of the territory was under Marinos. They were Italian Mafia and were in a feud with Irish and Bratva. Lorenzo was an Italian too and it was enough of a condition for Marino to provide him a shelter or his protection.

But what Alessandro Marino had not thought was the dark horses were after him and no outfit or his Italian soldiers could save the Lorenzo he had hid in his pocket.

"Kill him, Kill, after conforming if the information he provided is true," Santiago said while leaving the basement.

"Gladly," Killian smirked and put his book on the table to complete the task.

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"The information is correct, San. Lorenzo is indeed hiding behind Marinos. One crazy meets the another," Killian scoffed.

"And you have a plan ready for both of the crazies?" Santiago asked him.

"I don't but you have," Killian said back.

"Well, I indeed have. But I need someone who can help me with what I'm planning." Santiago spoke.

"And I know exactly who can," Killian smirked while looking at Santiago.

"Ryuu Xin." Both of them spoke simultaneously with a chuckle.

Indeed, the omnipotent and omnipresent Ryuu was the answer to everything.

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