Page 5 of Psychological War

“You asked who I was. I’ll tell you, but first answer something for me.” Walking closer, I kneeled down, keeping the AR-15 in his direction.

He nodded his head.

Fucking pussy.

“Where is Donato?” His name tasted sour.

His eyes bugged out before shaking his head. “Where is he?” I forced the words out.

“He-he’s held in the side room,” Nero mumbled.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“Who are you?” he rushed out before I held the gun to his forehead.

“Ghost,” I whispered, blowing his brains out.

Mila stood from the corner, making her way towards me. Her eyes trained on Nero's dead body, but I didn’t have time to just stand here and stare at him. I had places to be. Donato was a dead man.

“He used to like coming into my room,” she whispered, her eyes glistening. “You’re kind of scary,” Mila choked. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned back towards the door. I could hear faint gun shots before the voices. I couldn’t recognize them, but Mila smiled. “It’s them.”

“No one can know about me.” I turned my full attention to her. “No one.”

I don’t know what fully passed over her expression. She almost looked scared for a moment. But finally, what seemed like minutes later, Mila nodded shakily.

“Go, they’ll be here any minute. Go do what you have to do,Ghost,” she said, smirking at my name.

I didn’t waste any time. I slowly backed away, slipping into the small, hidden door. I watched the side door burst open. A large man rushed inside, wild eyes searching everywhere before landing on Mila. Her knees nearly buckled as he reached her, scooping her into his arms. Mila sobbed, and I smiled.

At least she got her happy ending.

She was safe.

Now it was Donato time.

And his time was up.

3

Zane

Four years later

“UncleZaney.”Tobias’slittlefeet carry him faster than should be possible for a four-year-old. I barely have time to reach down as he throws himself into my arms. Resting him on my hip, I head out of the foyer to the kitchen. Tobias is my best friend Dimitri’s son. Four years ago, the three of us, Dimitri, Killian and I, were on a mission to find who was stealing shipments of drugs. As we got convinced that it was Matteo from the Cartel, we made our stakeout. After hours of waiting for the Cartel to show up, we almost left until a van appeared. There a girl was being dragged from the vehicle, and from that moment Dimitri became obsessed with her.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to fall in love with each other. The only problem was Matteo was also obsessed with her. Only Matteo wanted her as a sex slave, where Dimitri wanted to make her his queen. Unfortunately, while we were staying in Boston, Matteo got hold of Mila. While those were the worst two days Dimitri had been through, nothing took us by surprise when we finally arrived, only to see multiple men dead.

The worst was when we found Mila standing over Nero and three other men. We searched high and low for Matteo, since Dimitri refused to leave him alive. Not after he thought he could just take her. After an hour of searching, we found parts of him. Yes, parts of him.

He had multiple bullet holes. His body was tied to a chair and his groin was, let’s just say, everything was missing. And next to him was Donato. All of us were confused as to why Donato was there. He was one of Luca's Cosa Nostra Mob men. Donato was completely mutilated. I almost felt sorry for the fucker, if it were possible for me to feel. His throat was cut, and both eyes were cut out of their socket. His cock was laying by his feet, along with his guts hanging in his lap.

I shivered just thinking about it.

And no matter the amount of times any of us asked Mila who could have done that, she refused to tell us. Just saying she had no idea and that she simply walked out of the room she was being held in. But it didn’t make any sense. Matteo knew we were attacking. It’s why his men were fighting us when we first arrived. Yet the moment we got inside the large building in the compound, all the men were basically murdered.

“Uncle Zaney?” Tobias's little voice broke me from my thoughts. “Can you get me a snack?” he asked, placing his small hands on either side of my face. No hint of fear laid in his vibrant green eyes. I liked the fact that he wasn’t afraid of me. Most were. Mila was scared of me when she first arrived. She could never be in the same room as me without fearing I was going to snap and kill her.

I could.