Wake Up As Mafia Boss

Hermes who had been stunned for a minute had finally recovered. He grabbed the neck of the leader of the kidnappers and he asked him with a terrifying smile, "Where the heck is the Priestess? Where did you guys take her, huh? Where? Answer me, goddamn bastard!" The leader slightly got dizzy whenever the young Don waved his shoulders. He answered after the young Don released him as per request by his butler, "We gave her to Captain Mattia's men."

The young Don slapped his face twice on his left cheeks, "Where exactly she will be hidden? Where?" Mambo gulped when he witnessed his vicious treatment towards the kidnapper whilst, Justin slightly appeared delighted. The leader of the kidnappers begged, "P-p-please, don't hurt me. Have mercy already. I will tell― I will tell you everything. Those men will bring her to the District 3 headquarters that is currently under control by Captain Mattia."

"Justin," Hermes walked away for a distance. "We got what he wanted to. Dispose of his body."

His servant knelt in one knee, bowed his head and pressed his hand on his c.h.e.s.t with respect, "Yes, milord."

"W-w-w-wait, you said you'll let me live. You promised! Gaahg..." The head of the leader rolled down on the ground without a single splash of his blood. It was quite neat and clean slice through his neck.

Justin said while wiping out the blood from his hands with a piece of cloth, "My master doesn't tolerate such men like you. Only death is the proper gift we can give to any man who has already finish their purpose."

"Mambo," Hermes called the bald bodyguard of the Priestess. He quickly diverted his gaze at the young Don. He asked, "Y-y-yes, sir?" With that kind of perplexed expression, Hermes heaved a disappointing sigh and he said abruptly, "Don't think you can just stand there and do nothing. You're going to come with us to bust your master out."

"Master, are we going to attack the enemy tonight?" his butler asked as he approached the angry young Don. He was still upset when his plan had ruined again.

"Goddamn, Stump G. You're doing it again. You're ruining everything behind." Hermes muttered aside as he bit the lower part of his lips. He turned his face at his servant and he angrily responded, "What kind of stupid question was that? Of course, we are."

"Forgive me, sir." Justin lowered his head in apology but his face looked happy when he got scolded.

"Let's move," Hermes commanded. The two quickly replied in unison, "Yes, sir!"

It was around 8:21:22 in the evening. The two gate guards had been felt sleepy during the night watch. One of them saw three shadows coming to their direction. They quickly moved their bodies to block their way.

"Who are you, people?" The gate guard asked.

"Show us your identification cards." The other one demanded with his hands raised to get it.

The faces of the three strangers appeared and it was none other than the young Don and his small crew.

The young Don folded his arm and looked at them with a terrifying gaze. The gate guards aimed their arms towards him however, the person on the right got easily knocked down by his butler. The other one, surprised, aimed quickly his rifle behind him but he got easily pinned down on the ground by Mambo.

"Stay still, dude. Or else, you won't see the sun rises again." Mambo begged as he put more pressure on the back of the guard with his weight. He grabbed his arms behind to make sure he won't be able to retaliate.

"What a waste of time. We should just do it already in the first place. Oi, have you seen some guards passed by here?" the young Don asked as he raised up the head of the guard. The guard spat on him that made him slapped his face consecutively until he got satisfied. He angrily asked, "Have you seen them?" The cheeks of the guard turned red like ripped tomatoes and quickly answered, "Y-y-yes. If you are referring to my comrades, they are planning to go to my superior's main headquarters. My comrade and I are both working under his command."

"Good, that's all I need to hear. Justin, Mambo, you hear them, right." Hermes kept a distance and started to walk. The young Don heard two cracks of the distorted neck. His butler and Mambo immediately followed him.

Meanwhile, Nicolo Francesco, a sergeant village guard of District 4, had been rested on his office alone. His eyes opened wide when the door had been opened by force. He quickly turned over the table and pulled out his pistol on his holster.

"Y-y-you are!" His perplexed expression had made the young Don irritated.

"Short time no sees, Nicolo," said Hermes. His butler appeared from behind and pinned him down on the ground.

Nicolo puzzled, "W-w-what's going on here? Why are you doing this to me, huh?" Hermes picked up the chair near him and sat down cross-legged position. "Oi, Nicolo. I'm the one who should be asking and not you."

"I will keep in watch on the outside. Please excuse me, sir." Mambo exited the prison cell to be a lookout.

"Go on, Mambo. ― Now, what should I do next tonight? Oh, yeah. Nicolo, do you know Captain Mattia?" asked Hermes as he raised up his face at him. The sergeant answered, "Y-y-yes, I know him."

Hermes heaved a disappointing sigh. He sincerely questioned, "Are you perhaps working with that corrupt official? Tell me the truth." Nicolo averted his gaze and he kept hidden his guilt. "I'm not particularly part of his schemes."

"Lies," said Justin as he crept out the sergeant with his gaze.

"W-w-what? I didn't lie. Please, believe me. Don't put that gun on my forehead, Sir Aljen. Please. I'm beggin' you!" Hermes pulled away from his gun and grabbed his collar up.

He commanded, "Give me the full details of your comrades residing at that goddamn mickey mouse headquarters. Give me all of it."

"Y-y-yes, sir. Please, release me. I won't be able to handle all of it to you if you still pin me down on this floor," Nicolo begged.

Hermes gave a signal to his servant to do what he asked. His butler obediently followed and moved away from the man.

A half an hour had passed and the sergeant gave away all of the doc.u.ments related to Captain Mattia's background, numbers of his men under him and his connections to several illegal activities committed for the last five years.

For Hermes, these bunches of doc.u.ments could be used as a shred of evidence to abdicate him from his position, but he had a different perspective for the future of this old man.

"Master, you're smiling so vicious," Justin muttered from his back as he noticed it. His heart pumped rapidly as he could see darkness all over his master's body.

"So, this is where they are going to take our little lady, huh," Hermes turned his gaze at his butler and he called him, "Justin, what do you think we should do about this grand meet up of these mad lads?" Upon hearing it, his butler gravely simpered, "My Don, I can see to your eyes that you already know the answer. It's very rude for me to add more to your next plan. Anyhow, I suggest sending these doc.u.ments to Zamor tonight. Just say the word and I will immediately wake the man to make your call."

His servant didn't add any horrific to the chief of the village. He was still upset about what he did three days ago. However, Hermes didn't bother about it.

"No," said Hermes as he put all of it in the large bag.

"May I ask for the reason, my Don?" asked Justin as he helped to put down the bag on the floor and hid it under the desk. Hermes wiped out the sweat from his face by his sleeves and he replied, "Since this is a mission, we need to solve it by ourselves. You know the risk if someone working for him is actually a spy of that bastard. Surely, someone will quickly leak the information and send a warning signal to those people. We don't want that to happen at all costs."

The young Don wanted to avoid any casualties as possible. If anything happened to the

Hermes learned from Nicolo that Captain Mattia would hand over the Priestess to the Handdog gang residing in District 3. They would meet up at the headquarters at 10:00 in the evening. The young Don had a new scheme that would eventually give him so much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

"Oi, Nicolo," Hermes called the sergeant who was standing firm next to him. His legs trembled as he looked at his eyes, "Y-y-yes, Sir Aljen?" Hermes heaved a disappointing sigh once again. "Do you want to live?" Nicolo quickly answered, "Yes," with several nods. The young Don's face turned dark as he approached the terrified sergeant. He patted his shoulder and smiled, "Rejoice, my pal. You'll be promoted in Captain in an instant. Justin, we'll move now."

Nicolo puzzled when he heard it. He asked himself, 'What the hell did he say? Unbelievable, what mess did I just enter? I'm dead!'

Meanwhile, four men who wearing the black cloaks entered the District 3 Headquarters. One of them had been carrying a bodybag on his shoulder. He gently put it down on the sofa and took a step away from it. The body bag had a small hole where the air passed through.

"Wonderful," Captain Mattia who was wearing his official village guard uniform clapped his hands as he went down on the stairs. His henchmen bowed their heads on his stead when he finally kept closed to their distance. He asked, "Is this our beloved Priestess lying down to my favorite sofa?" His henchmen answered, "Yes, sir. As per the order, securing the target is a success."

Captain Mattia simpered, "Very well done. Boys, I want you all to stand by as our guests will arrive tonight. Hey, bring some liquors here to be served to our upcoming visitors."

"Sir, what should we do about this captive?" asked the henchman. Captain Mattia opened the body bag and his sight caught the beauty of the maiden. She had platinum hair, beautiful face and fair skin that could make a single man fell in love at first sight. The fatty old captain gulped and licked his lips as he l.u.s.ted to taste her body. He took a cough, "B-b-bring her to my room. She'll get cold if we don't bring her somewhere isolated, *cough*, I mean, somewhere that no one can hear her voice if she wakes up suddenly."

"Affirmative, sir. We'll bring her to your room," the henchman saluted, closed the body bag and carried it upstairs towards his room.

"I haven't laid today. It is bad for me if I don't release some stress from my body," he licked his lips again and wiped out the saliva from his mouth when he noticed he's drolling too much. "God, I love you. It will be best if I gob her before the guests arrive. God, please make sure she's still a v.i.r.g.i.n. I love to see her suffering."

On the day before she got kidnapped, she received a prophecy. A prophecy where she would meet a certain person that would bring peace around the world. The God of Fate told her that hero would bring balance to all living things. Furthermore, he would be also her knight to serve her for the rest of her life.

The young maiden had finally woke up, raised her body up from the bed and rubbed her tired eyes. Her body felt cold. Her eyes opened wide when she realized she was only wearing a thin shirt. Her curves had been showed up because of how thin it was. She quickly covered herself with the blanket and she recalled that she was kidnapped by an unknown assailant.

"Good evening, Ms. Priestess. It's a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to meet you," said the fatty old man who had been wearing pajamas tonight. The young maiden looked around for a second and became surprised at his appearance. "What the f.u.c.k? It took you thirty seconds to finally see me here. Are you blind?" The young maiden flinched and she lowered her head, "M-my apologies, I just cannot see you here because I don't have my eyeglasses."

"W-w-well, that's a reasonable answer. Anyways, I hope you enjoy your slumber. My men told me that you didn't wake up for a long day since you've been captured. Those men were in panic so they called us instead to help them out. Their leader is not so kind if he learns his target still unconscious. Anyways, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Captain Mattia of the Neue Fiona Village."

The beautiful maiden smiled and lowered her head, "T-t-thank you very much, Captain. Thanks for saving me." She believed the captain of this village saved her from the kidnappers. She heaved a sigh of relief when she realized she was safe.

"Now, we have no time. We should start it before they arrive." Captain Mattia said as he approached her.

"W-w-what do you mean? W-w-wait, what are you doing, captain? No, no, please, don't!" her body got pinned down by the weight of the fatty old man. He grabbed her hands up to stop her from moving. The blanket had easily removed leaving her thin shirt showed up.

"No, no! Nob-" her mouth had been covered by the white cloth. "Hmmm, mhm." Her tears flowed down to her cheeks as she couldn't move her body.

"Shut up," the fatty old man slapped her face and the crying young maiden stopped resisting. "Good, good. Stop it already. It will be done quickly. Don't worry about it. I'll be gentle."

The young maiden closed her eyes and she started to pray. 'God, please. Help me!'

"N-nice body, you have. Don't worry, I'll lick first your p.u.s.s.y. Next, taste your n.i.p.p.l.es and cuddle it before I put my junior inside of yours. Please be rejoice as I'll put my genes inside of your holy w.o.m.b," the fatty old man chuckled as he slowly rubbed her t.h.i.g.hs to heat her up.

"P-p-please, this is wrong. If you lay your hands on me, you'll be cursed by God of Fate. Please stop this!" the young maiden begged. The fatty old man continued his fingers to cut her dress, "I don't care. I'm an atheist. I don't believe in God. God is not real."

The young maiden resisted, "Y-you're wrong. God is real. He is everywhere."

"Then, where is your God now? If he is here with you, then he will be here to save you. See, you're also surprised to hear it from my mouth. Now, allow me to taste your holy water. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it to the point you'll be in heaven peaks."

'No, somebody. Somebody help me! Mambo, God of Fate, oh Hero of Fate, please save me!' the young maiden prayed.

"Hey, are you alright?" the young Don covered her body with a blanket. "Please, rest assured. We are here to save you. Thank goodness, we arrive on time."

The young maiden puzzled and she asked, "Who are you?" The young Don heaved a disappointing sigh, "C'mon. Don't just sit there and ask who we are. I am here to save you."

'Is he the one God? The hero of the world? Oh, my God. He's real!' she thought.

"Please, forgive me for doing this, milady." Hermes carried her. The young maiden, surprised, fl.u.s.tered as he carried her like a princess.

Unbeknownst to Hermes, it was her first time to experience this. The young maid recalled her childhood when she was twelve years old. Her grandmother told her that she was young when she met her grandfather. She told her that her grandfather was wearing a weird mask but he wore fancy clothes. That night, she got saved by him alone from the group of bandits during the voyage to the capital. One of the most romantic events happened to her: she got carried like a princess.

'Don't tell me, God. He's the one I've been waiting for? He's my soulmate!' she embraced his body and fl.u.s.tered with a smile.

On the other hand, Hermes had been in a bad mood. He thought that she was easy to carry but his arms had started to give up on her. Looking at her face, he had been concerned why the young maiden was smiling and her cheeks turned red.

'She must be frightened. She's in Stockholm syndrome? Nah, it is impossible. She must just keep her face like this to prevent me from worrying. Damn it, she's heavy. What the f.u.c.k those morons give you to have this weight? Screw you, Stump G.' his thought. 'Also, there is something I really concern about her. Damn it, she's smelling.... smell so bad!'

Going back to the young maiden, she looked at the mask of the young Don. She's curious who was hiding behind it.

"Hey," the young Don asked, "My name is Aljen. Can I ask your cooperation this time, milady?" The young maiden nodded with a smile, "O-of course, I will."

The young Don smiled and moved near to the broken window they broke in. She started to fidget her gaze down on the surface and the face of the young Don.

"W-w-what are you planning to do?" she asked as she slightly trembled. Hermes answered, "Don't worry, you'll see it." And he released the young maiden.

"Kyaaaa! Uh, eh, uh?" she opened her eyes, raised her body up and turned around her. "A car? A fancy car?" She survived from the fall because her body got safely fell down on the soft backseat. Her eyes glistered when the top of the car started to be covered by its roof. She simpered when she saw a familiar face caught her glance in the front mirror inside the car. He was on the driver seat. "Mambo, Mambo, Mambo, you're alive!" She crouched towards him and hugged the black man. He asked, "Milady, please stop it. You're going to break my neck." She released him and abruptly said, "How rude, I'm glad that you're alive Mambo. Anyways, how did you survive? I saw you got slice by those kidnappers." Mambo fixed his collar and replied, "It'd a long story, milady. Please sit tight."