This was the ugly side of being the Don. While he understood that things happened in life like bills and debt. This was the Mafia, and Dontrell being the perfect leader couldn’t let feeling sorry for the next man cloud his judgement. Nobody got away with anything, especially when it came to owing big sums of money. If you came to the mafia for a loan, they didn’t handle you like legal loan firms did.
“If you wanted to get a loan and not pay it back, Richard… you should have gone about it the right way.” Dontrell schooled him.
“See a legal loan, if you don’t pay the shit back, it makes your credit score drop.” Dontrell pulled at his beard and sneered. “You get a shit load of scam-likely calls, but they’d never come to you like the Bonetti Mafia would, now would they?” Dontrell raised his thick bushy brows at Richard.
Lennox’s eyes traveled toward Alisa; he bit down into his bottom lip until the metallic taste of blood coated his teeth andtaste buds. Alisa was a beautiful, curvy chocolate drop that he couldn’t wait to sample. His sick mind went to all the twisted ways he would take her while she struggled to hold on to her life. The sick thoughts that roamed his mind as she remained shaking on her knees, made all the blood rush to the tip of his dick. He didn’t bother concealing the thick bulge in his pants either. He wanted her to see it and prepare her insides for the monster he was packing.
“T-the money’s coming…I’m just—I’m running short. Business has been slow, and I’m trying to make a double in profit so?—”
WHAM!!!
The axe hit the table, causing the wood on Alisa’s favorite coffee table to splinter. La’Nova flinched hard, clapping a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. She didn’t understand what was going on. She didn’t know about debts or deals being made out of desperation. She only knew her parents worked hard. Her dad woke up early each day, while her mom stayed up late. Bills got paid, and food was always on the table and in their refrigerator.
“We don’t want to hear that shit!” Lennox took a step forward.
“It smells like steaks, lobster, and some more expensive shit drifting around in this bitch.” Lennox frowned as he kept his eyes trained on Alisa.
“Matter fact, get yo pretty ass up, bitch… go make me a mutha fuckin plate of everything,” He turned to the men who stood guard behind him and Dontrell. “One of you niggas, follow that bitch and make sure she don’t do nothing funny.” Lennox smiled, watching more than one man step forward to please him.
“Just one of you niggas, damn!” He shook his head.
Dontrell didn’t bother looking over at his big brother Lennox. His capo was out of town taking care of mafia business, causing Donnie to almost opt out of bringing Lennox with him. Lennox always went above and beyond to display his ruthless behavior.
Lennox stomped toward the leather sectional couch and took in every feature of Richard’s two-story home. His eyes went up the staircase and landed on little La’Nova. She was on her knees shaking and crying silently. He winked his eye and blew her a kiss before turning his attention back to Alisa. She looked between Richard and Dontrell then licked her dried lips before speaking.
“This doesn’t have to end badly. We are only twenty-five thousand short. I can go down to the basement and get the hundred-thousand and?—”
“Bitch y’all mutha fucka’s dying today! The only favor I’m giving is that lil bitch upstairs! She’s a pretty, gray-eyed bitch that will do well in Vegas?—”
“Lennox.” Dontrell spoke his name gravely.
“What? You don’t believe in killing kids and women…that’s why you brought me here nigga. Now do you want a plate or not? I’m gonna eat while you do a fuckin’ speech and let this nigga beg for his life till he hoarse. Everybody in this room know what the fuck going on except lil miss Annie upstairs. Let’s get to it.” Lennox eyed his axe that was lodged in the coffee table.
“GOOO BITCH! MAKE MY MUTHA FUCKIN’ PLATE!” Lennox slammed his hand against the table hard.
He snatched his pack of cigarettes out of his suit jacket followed by a lighter. Quickly, he lit the tip and inhaled deeply, then plopped down on the couch like all of his energy was depleted. La’Nova rocked back and forth on her knees as the disgusting smell of smoke drifted up to her nose. She closed her eyes and inhaled the remnants of its fumes. It seemed like Lennox purposely blew it in her direction.
Goosebumps spread across her arms as she replayed every word that Lennox spoke with so much conviction she believed him. She watched her mother walk out of the room with one of the guards following closely behind her. She said a silent prayer, asking for God to protect her and her parents from the monsters that stood in her home on a perfect Sunday evening.
“Don’t say shit else, Lennox,” Dontrell warned his brother.
That alone was enough to make Lennox obey, his mind already gearing up to put on an evil show for Dontrell and his men to witness. When it came time to killing, Lennox got creative in the coldest ways. Lennox was precise and methodical. Every movement was deliberate, even the words he spoke. Killing to him, was not just the outburst he just had. It was an execution of skill.
To Lennox, killing made him feel powerful, untouchable, and heartless. He embraced it and fell in love with breaking people down until they felt worthless. Outside of the mafia, he created a dark world. A world where men like him took from the innocent and made a living off treating young women like objects. Killing was just something that made him feel complete. He fed off of folk’s fear, and knew that people praised and worshipped him to escape what he would promise if they fell out of line.
“You and your wife don’t get it,” Dontrell broke the silence. “Even if you had the money right now, me paying you a visit out of my busy schedule only ends in one way.”
Richard shook his head violently. Tears continued to pour down his face.
“Just give me a chance, Donnie. I swear I can?—”
“You toyed with me.” Dontrell stepped close to Richard then kneeled until he was eye level with him. “You made promises. I even gave you an extension. You thought because you smiled, because we shook hands, and because you kept saying next week…I’d just keep waiting.” Dontrell shook his head in disappointment.
“Do you have any last words?” Dontrell asked just as Alisa came back into the living room.
Tears rolled down Alisa’s face, her shoulders were slumped in disbelief. Her hands shook with the plate full of food as she slowly looked up at the staircase where her only child sat. She mouthed the words ‘I love you’ as a broken sob escaped her lips. This wasn’t how she pictured the end of her life being. She wanted to grow old enough to see La’Nova give her some grandkids. Alisa had to have her uterus removed because of huge fibroids sitting on it. What made her feel better about not being able to conceive anymore was having La’Nova.
“I love you too, Mommy,” La’Nova whispered the words lowly.
