"See?" He giggled. "It is easy… now I doubt only one of you is friends with him." He said, and yeah, another three raised their hands slowly in the air, not even looking at him.
"Good, very, very good… how close friends are you?" He asked, looking at the woman who raised first.
"Just… surface… I talked with him, nothing more." She answered quickly, her voice filled with terror.
" too… just talked once or twice and nothing more." One of the n followed up.
"Good… and you two?" He looked at the others.
"We are close." One of the won said.
"Close? What does that an, you fucked or…?"
She said nothing, just slowly nodded her head as tears already rolled down on her face.
"Hmm… and you?" He looked at the last man.
"Close friends…"
Silence, just gut-wrenching silence, when you don't know what's going to happen next… but then Hector himself giggled up.
"I read a book, called 'Anatomy of the Mafia,' and in that was a sentence that caught my attention… it said, 'The family always said that if a man kept a rat as a friend, then he was no better than the rat himself.'… what a great sentence that is, huh?"
The pure shock on their faces as he said it… it was funny to see them that way… funny to see them knowing that death is upon them…
"What…? I didn't know anything about—"
"Ohh darling, darling, you let him fuck, let him put his dick inside you… I don't give a fuck if you knew or not… I'm sorry."
Yeah, they fucked up or more like didn't at all. The danger of the mafia isn't just that you might get shot, or kidnapped, or anything like that… you can accidentally be in a position that just cos with… death, even if you didn't know about shit.
"It doesn't make sense." Alda's voice ca… a voice that was raised, she actually still held her ground. "If Albert snitched or whatever he had done, why would they be in trouble Hector?" She looked into his eyes. "It does not make any sense at all, and I know Jas would be against it."
The ick… that ick that she gave to Hector with what she just said… it was unbelievable, like Hector even got surprised by it… that a fucking cleaner of the house raises his fucking bitch-ass voice against him… but moreover, speaking on Jas' fucking behalf… a cleaner… not just that, but fucking protecting rats, because in Hector's mind they were rats.
Even if they didn't know about Albert and his snitching, or hadn't even thought about it, they would still be hostile toward Hector and the family after learning of his death.
The reason lay precisely in the family, how it had transford from operating in the shadows to dealing openly with the governnt. That transformation brought with it a lot of hatred and disappointnt. From Albert's perspective, he snitched because of this, at least, that's what Hector believed. And now Albert was dead, and with his death, his so-called friends would feel the sa way, that he had snitched for sothing greater, if it could even be called that.
That he lost hope in the family, and that's why he did it, or sothing bullshit like this… and the sad thing is a that friends will always grieve you even if you were a fucking snitch and that grief can be turned into sothing more dangerous… they need to die, exactly because of it, he can't let them just go and live their life with all the info they have, with all the things they saw and overheard… and that wouldn't be Hector.
"Alda, yeah?" He asked which she nodded to. "You know a raggedy fat-ass bitch acting like she knows things is the most delusion thing in the fucking world… " He laughed up. "... like who the fuck do you think you are? You are cleaner acting like you are the fucking consigliere and talking in Jas' na?"
"Because it's wrong, Hector. That's why." She still held her ground, looking into Hector's eyes… as if what he had just said hadn't even reached her ears. "If you go after those who didn't even have anything to do with Albert or who just snitched, then the family is going to end up exactly like the Augustus Lucian family and I know how that was. I'm old enough I've seen it all."
"Huh…" The only reaction Hector gave, nothing more… "Might be… "he glanced at Ramirez. "Kill them."
Four clean shots to the heads, shots that echoed through the whole house, shots that painted the beautiful white and beige sofa with blood… shots that froze down everybody.
It was surreal, like a hallucination… a hallucination as two bodies collapsed forward to the floor, while the other two remained seated, leaning back with blood gushing from their foreheads, the sa blood that splashed onto their faces, freezing them even more in place.
Except for one of the won… who imdiately scread at the top of her lungs, pure fear tearing from her throat… and then one more shot and her screams stopped.
"My ears." Ramirez said as Hector glanced at him.
Not a single scream, not a single breath. They just sat there, staring ahead, trying to convince themselves that none of it had happened, trying to push away the reality that the blood on their faces was as real as the bodies it poured from… that their friends had just died in front of them, the people they had worked with every day… at the hands of the very people who had hired them.
Hope they thought… yeah, it was hope, a blessing… but a blessing from the devil never cos without a price.
"Listen to carefully Alda." Hector began. "If you ever speak or even whisper Jas's na again or if you tilt your chin a bit higher, I won't simply kill you. I will make sure whatever cos for you is slow and unforgettable. I will strip away whatever small comforts you have." He paused looking at her shaking eyes… and spat one… right in front of her. "Clean it now."
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