Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

Hector said Ferucci would not be that dumb to go to the same house where Isabella still lived. Of course he did exactly that and he now sat in an SUV alone, looking at the gates of the mansion.

He was actually calm, he was tapping the wheels as light jazz played in the car and was looking at the guards, and something caught his attention and got a little confused.

There were only two of them there. When he usually met Isabella, there were dozens of guards just like at James's house, but now only two stood at the gates which just made everything easier.

Because he already decided to go in, on his own, but of course, and he doesn't intend to die.

"What a nice day." He stepped out of the car, looking up at the sun that was going down. "Yeah, a nice day to kill." He closed the door and started whistling as he went toward the trunk and opened it.

Inside, it was, as Mike and Arine would say, a treasure room. That SUV back looked like an armory with all kinds of guns in it, but he picked up a pistol and a suppressor. He counted on the outcome, that his plan that he already had in his mind would not work, so he actually grabbed a bulletproof vest too.

He carefully put down his white suit, and put on the vest, strapping it up, and still whistling as he looked at the passing cars. Then he put back the suit.

With that, he closed the trunk, and he just walked toward the gate, whistling and putting on the suppressor to the pistol, like it was nothing.

The guards noticed him immediately, because of the white suit and the pistol in his hand, but they did nothing. They didn't aim at him, nor did they say anything, they just waited for him to walk to them, and sure he did.

"It's a nice warm day, isn't it?" Ferucci asked as he tightened the suppressor once more and clicked off the safety.

First, the guards didn't say anything, just glanced at each other, but Ferucci didn't pay attention to them as he was looking through the gates, and no one was inside, not even a guard, just two cars.

"Isabella home?" He now looked at them with a smile.

"Yes, Ferucci, she is…" One of them, the younger one, whispered.

He smiled at him. "Why are only two of you here? Where are the others?"

The guard glanced at his partner, who wasn't reaching, and even if they would reach, Ferucci's gun was already out.

"T-they left…" He whispered again.

"Left?" Ferucci tilted his head.. "Can you elaborate on that?"

"T-the news spread that Isabella backstabbed James, and left the Circle…" He said as he now looked Ferucci in the eyes and he just looked like how exactly people said he looks when he's in a state of hunger.

Hunger for blood.

The smile, the carelessness, he became talkative, he liked to play psychological games before he kills somebody, and they knew that now he was playing it.

"Ohh." He chuckled. "So they realized that Isabella fucked and left instead of staying and dying, am I right?"

They both started shaking, because the question was a threat itself, that they were going to die, or at least somebody would.

"Right… but we can leave too." The other guard, the older one said. "Like nothing happened."

Ferucci's eye flicked to him, with the same smile on his face. "Why are you two still here?" He asked.

"The paycheck of this month. Just trying to survive, you know."

Ferucci this time didn't say anything, like he started thinking about something, then looked to the younger one. "How many guards are inside?"

"Four at the pool and two in the house with Isabella and her family…"

"Family?" Ferucci's smile widened as he heard the word.

The guard's pulse instantly shot up even more just witnessing the terrifying smile and the meaning behind it, the meaning that with that one word he might just have killed a whole bloodline.

Images started playing in his head about the stories people told about Ferucci, and the pictures he saw of what he was capable of doing. First he thought it was all just over exaggerating, but that smile told him, no it's the reality.

"Yes… it's her birthday today." The older one said.

Suddenly Ferucci's hand started shaking, but it was because of the happiness and excitement inside of him, yeah he was excited to see their face, to see them pleading on a day when they're celebrating.

He then let out a big sigh. "So 4 guys outside and 2 inside…" He said. "I thought it would be more, I knew that some left but not this much, I even bought a suppressor to be silent like a hitman, an assassin." He pointed his gun up at them, and they just stared into it. "You know how complicated this shit is?" He asked them.

They just shook their heads.

"Well maybe it isn't complicated but I don't really like guns… I like knives and blades." He pointed the gun at them again. "You know why?" He stared at the younger one.

"...No…"

"Some time ago I asked a guy to give me a suppressor, I wanted to be silent, and he started yapping about the bullet, the velocity of it, the type of bullets, the difference between suppressors, and what pistol should I use, and actually I stood there listening to his thirty minutes yap like you guys just listen to me now." He glanced up at the camera on a post. "Does it work?" He asked.

"It doesn't…" The older one said.

"Ohh then I continue my yapping." He smiled. "So when finally I picked this one, and went to leave with it, he stopped me and said you know you can wet it." He stared at them. "I turned back saying 'wet what'? And he started yapping again about how to make it more effective and quieter.. so yeah he sold me some kind of gel or what… and it's supposed to be really quiet now, of course maybe he just scammed me…" He looked down at the pistol. "I should test it…"

They couldn't react at all, as Ferucci pulled the trigger.

It was so silent that even the bird nearby didn't move from the trees, just observed as the younger one slowly bled out, while the other, dying in an instant as it went through his heart.

He slowly knelt before him, as blood poured from his mouth looking into the eyes of him, those eyes that hoped he could live but with Ferucci there was no chance of it.

"That guy also said that it may jam if I fire fast, or just jam on its own… let's see if it jams." He said and pushed the barrel to his head and pulled once more.

Again a silent thud as the bullet went through the head of the guard. Leaving only the blood splattered across the driveway and also on Ferucci white pants, but he didn't care about it as he reached into the guard pocket and got out his wallet.

He looked at his ID. "21 years old… what a waste of youth." He said throwing back the ID at his dead body. "Let's have fun." He said and opened the gate walking through the driveway, but now he was careful.

He knew the house to some extent so went to the right toward the pool area. He pushed his body toward the house wall and waited for a second catching his breath, and then leaned out.

As they said, there were four guards, but they just sat in the chair, one even had his leg in the pool chilling down. It was maybe 20 meters away.

Ferucci had no doubt in himself and first aimed at the guy on the poolside, hitting him in the throat even though he aimed at his head. The good thing for him was that at first the others just thought he accidentally slipped into it and started laughing but the blood spread fast in the water and they realized it too soon.

Ferucci was already out with his whole body, walking toward them.

He pulled the trigger twice, hitting the two guys in the chairs, then he aimed and shot the last guard who stood at the table.

It wasn't that clear like at the gates, as some of them still moved, only letting out choking sounds as all of Feruccii's shots hit their faces, but he didn't finish them off, no, he wanted to hear it as they slowly died.

The sound of it was pleasing to him, the sound of blood dripping from their heads, the heavy and ragged breath of it was so good to him, but then he thought he fucked up.

A sound from behind.

He heard it clear… it was steps and a sound that was metal, clapping together, maybe a gun. He closed his eyes for a second, then smiled as he turned behind, accepting his faith.

But the smile disappeared from his face as he saw who was standing there.

It was a little girl with a dog beside her.