THE CONSIGLIERE AWAKENING: Ultimate villain system

The man stood in front of the window as he overlooked his farm of illicit plants. A big cigarette in hand as he drew really large drags from it and puffed smoke everywhere. It has been twenty five years since he had taken over from his father and business has been really great until the last three years when he had decided to focus more on politics. He had been presenting a changed front to the people and suddenly, everyone had forgotten the kind of person he used to be. He even sorted out victims' families and had contributed to the educational system. His first speech was still resounding in his head that had brought them all to his side.

Pedro Picasso should probably be given an award for the most sweetened tongued person to ever walk our planet. He had the right words ready at every opportunity he got so as to play out his games effectively. To him, it had to always go as he desired. He had mentioned how he wanted to grant quality education to the up and coming youths so they did not turn out like him.

A mafia lord with regrets, totally bought the heart of the people. They saw in him a genuine man. After all, it was best to trust the dishonest man because he would always be straight about his intentions.

However, his daughter had been his weakness longer than three years. Ever since Lisa came to know exactly the ills of what her father had been doing since she turned sixteen. She had always been fighting for him to cease his business and so, he did what every smart criminal would do. Hide it from her so well that she would never know while secretly continuing his deals.

She went on to date a detective that had been spying on him which really pissed him off. He disliked Kelly and knew the latter was only with his daughter just to get him in cuffs. He could not also deny her what she desired as for some reasons, he had been unable to make another baby. So, he spoiled her every chance he got. To make his operations easier, he bought her a house as soon as she was eighteen with the promise that he would no longer deal.

Well, today, he was standing in the building where his big plantation was as he waited patiently for the man they were supposed to bring to him.

Just then, he heard the sounds of someone pleading and he smiled, his victim had arrived.

"Sir, he's here." He heard his henchman say to him.

Pedro turned, his eyes glittering with delight.

"Strap him up there." He said, gesturing to the chair with straps on it.

"Please, Don. Please. Don't hurt me." The man cried out to him.

"You stole from me. So, you're either going to tell me who assisted you or we would have a bigger problem." He said.

His men put the man on the chair. He already had been stripped naked as he was now being strapped. There were tools to the other side of the table which he was good to use on the now scared man. As soon as they wanted to gag in, Pedro stepped in.

"No. Leave his mouth. He's going to do a lot of talking." He stated.

"Don, please.... I didn't steal anything." The man said to him yet again.

Pedro smiled as he walked over to the couch that had been left there for him. There was a little stool beside him with a laptop on it as he pulled it out and played the footage there. The man was shocked when he saw himself loading something into a truck along with two masked men and he panicked.

"Still not you?" Pedro demanded.

Clearly, he had been caught and there was nothing else to do to defend himself. The man clearly was ready to accept his fate at the moment.

"Cat got your tongue finally? Listen, we could do this the hard way or you could just tell me what I need to know. I know you, Jaun. You're incapable of stealing from me on your own. Someone must have put you up to it and that's who I want. Just give me a name and I'll let you go." He said.

"Same way you let go of Alex? We all know he did not just go missing." Jaun stated, at this point, his fear was supplying him with a little bit of adrenaline rush. He wanted to make certain that his death came easily and quickly.

"Alex? Who's that?" Pedro asked, a smirk stretched across his face. Of course he knew who he was referring to, he just did not care.

"You're worse than the devil as they say." Jaun said.

"I know what you're trying to do but I'll tell you something, if you're expecting death by my hand, it's going to be the most excruciating thing that you would ever go through. I love to take my time with my craft." Pedro responded as he walked now away to the table where the tools were. He was beginning to think of which to use when he saw the nail drill. That brought a really evil smile to his face now as he took it and started approaching.

"I can't tell you anything. But I promise, I won't steal from you again." Jaun begged.

"That's not a name." Pedro said as he suddenly drove a nail through his hand and to the chair. Before Jaun could finish screaming out, he had replicated his act on his other hand.

"The name!" He thundered.

Jaun was crying now. Blood dripped from his hands as he shuddered from both pain and shock of what had just happened to him.

"Please. He has my family!" Jaun cried out.

"Who is he?" He demanded.

"He would kill them all. Please! I have served you for years!" Jaun reminded him, hoping to appeal to his conscience.

But who he was talking to was a man that had murdered his father and his father's consigliere. He did not care about anyone but his daughter who he had carefully protected from any evil that might spring her way.

"And you think I wouldn't? Tell me the name!" He yelled.

Well, there was no point saying anything. It was clear that Jaun would be really difficult to break and so with every interrogation, he drove a nail into his body. All he cared about was what he wanted and not being able to get it was simply making it really difficult.

In about twenty minutes, there were nails all over the man's body including one nailing his privates to the chair. Jaun was bleeding from all over his body but he still would not bulge.

This was making Pedro frustrated so much because he had been expecting that he would be the most feared but clearly, someone was already beating him at it. There was only one suspect and that was Facino.

One could already guess that there was trouble in paradise. The only down aspect was wondering how this had come to be because the peace between these allies now was quite shaky on the premise of suspicions gathered over the years. Pedro was not willing to lose anything out to Facino more than the ones he had been deceived into giving up.

It was clear there was nothing to get and he decided to finish the job as he dropped the tools.

"Take care of the body and make certain it never resurfaces again." He said

"Yes, Sir." His henchman responded.

Pedro had to change from his blood stained clothes to another clean suit. He decided to leave the plantation for now and the moment he got into his limo, his phone started ringing.

"Amore mio." He said calmly.

"Hello, dad. Where are you?" Lisa asked him.

"I went to check on business." He responded.

"Business? What kind of business?" She demanded.

"Don't worry, it's nothing unhealthy. There's this charity spot that I have been working on, needed to see how it's going but I'm headed home. How have you been?" He asked her.

"All good, dad. But have you heard the news?" She asked him.

He knew instantly that something had come up from her tone.

"What news?" He demanded.

"Well, I guess you haven't but someone was killed and I was hoping to clear with you." She said, her tone dropping in the end to show she did not feel comfortable doing this.

This meant Pedro knew who put her up to it. It had to be that detective.

"Amore mio, your father already gave up on that lifestyle. I didn't kill anyone if that's what you're wondering although it breaks my heart to think that you still don't trust me." He said to her,

"Of course I do. I just wanted to make sure." She responded.

"Okay but I have to go now. Will you be home this weekend?" He asked her.

"Sure." She responded and then hung up.

The detective was beginning to grit his nerves and right now, it was just a little string keeping him from going after the deadbeat asshat.

"Maybe not today but soon enough, Detective Kelly, and I will get you." He muttered.

Just then, his phone started ringing and the name on the screen made him cringe.

'FACINO'