It is I, Captainxx

Chapter 4

(Antonio's POV)

-Still a few weeks before present day-

"Aye de mi!" I growled to myself, fighting back the urge to turn around and tell my friends everything. I just can't though. What would they think?

Soon my feet had taken me back to my house. I opened the door and tossed my keys to the side. They clanked against the floor, the sound only proving how empty the house was.

It wouldn't be empty if I just got over him, I thought to myself. I soon punched the nearest wall. No, no, no. There is no way I can forget him. Not now, not ever. The frustration built up, I felt a headache brewing. No, calm down. Just don't think. I began murmuring slow Spanish to myself, hoping to soothe my bent up nerves.

I felt my phone buzz in my front pocket. I pullet it out and flipped it open. With a sigh I tossed it too, onto the floor, refusing to pick it up. It was Francis, Gilbert probably close by. They were hoping that I would pick it up and explain, or at least talk to them. I didn't fell like doing anything, let alone talking right now. Since when did I become such a bummer? I need to start being all cheerful like I normally am, I don't need to burden anyone with my problems.

I know what! A grin plastered itself on my lips. I just need to cook an keep my mind off things!

I rushed to the small kitchenette, ready to push away all of my thoughts that were not about churros. Oh how I loved churros. They were like dough-ropes of happiness.

I dug through the cupboards, pulling out all the necessary ingredients. Tugging up my sleeves, I set to mixing the water, butter, sugar, and salt. Soon I became drowned in making my churros. I haven't had them in so long, it is a surprise that I haven't forgotten how they tasted.

My mouth watered at the sight of the finished delicacies. So beautiful.

I took a bite out of one. The familiar taste made me feel like I was on cloud 9. It brought back so many memories. Bad memories! I mentally slapped myself. This wasn't helping, it only brought back memories of how we would- No! I mentally yelled. Stop thinking!

This just wouldn't go away would it?

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(Lovino's POV)

I stood in the center of the room, one of my men standing before me, the rest spread out around us.

My eyes held no emotion, neither did his. Everyone's gaze bore into us, all curious and judging. They didn't know why I called them here.

The man's crucial gaze bore into me, questions hidden beneath his shell. Anger flare inside of me, but I kept it in tact. Oh he would learn, he needs to learn. You never defy the Boss. Never. The penalty, death.

"Ciao, bastardo." I spoke, vile seeping into my voice. The room shivered. All knew my power above the ranks.

"Ciao, Boss." He greeted, slight fear flashing in his eyes before disappearing just as fast.

"You do realize what you have done?" I felt a bit bored, no matter how angry I was, I wanted to play around some.

"No I don't thinks so, Boss." The man replied. Oh playing dumb was his card now, this could get interesting.

"I think you did though." Slowly I stalked around him, twirling my Beretta 92, F Model in the air, shoulders relaxed. The room stayed deadly silent, some of my men to afraid to breathe, other all too knowing of what was coming. It was laughable.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He made the mistake of tapping his side with his fingers, a sign of discomfort or nervousness.

I smirked. "You have no idea now do you?" I stopped my steps behind him, voice not going above a whisper. "Ivan won't care about your loyalty to him." The man shivered, the sound of Ivan's name clearly affecting him.

I dragged my gun down his spine. "He sees you as nothing more than a play toy that does his bidding." I pulled the trigger and sent a bullet into the back of his calf. He cried out, falling to the ground, hands clutching the wound. "Bow down bastard." I sneered and shot out his knees.

My smile grew wider at the delicious scream that tore from his throat. The sound was like music to my ears. "Oh what beautiful agony you are in." I felt the onlookers eyes bore into us. Some scared while others delighted at the show. "Now tell me..." I forced his eyes to look up at me, my boot firmly under his chin. "Why did you defy your Boss?"

I waited for an answer. The man shook his head. "He promised m-" I hit him over the temple with the butt of my gun. Blood seeped from the wound and slipped down his face.

"He can't help you. He will only destroy you." He flinched back at the tone of my voice. "That Russian bastard would take all the information and use it to kill us. And you."

I was becoming bored of this game. The fun was slowly fading out. I decided to just end this.

"You need to learn your lesson." I bang shocked the room and the man slumped to the floor, dead.

I walked towards the exit, the crowd parting. I stopped just before leaving. "Never defy the family or you will end up like that. Someone, take out the trash. Get it out of my sight."

I left them to dispose of the body. It disgusted me of how someone could go against their family so easily. The Mafia protected them or killed them. It wasn't that hard to understand.

I put my gun away safely into my coat pocket. I ended up in my office, pulling out the case and setting it onto my desk. Flipping open the locks, I grasped what was inside. Wonderful. I dragged my fingertips down the old wood. So ancient. Mine, no one may lay their hands on it.

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