You are one of the biggest mafia leaders out there in the country. The strongest of the bunch, no matter what, people feel under your foot.

So when a boy got carried in by your men, a weak and frail looking young adult, your men saying he’s nothing but a messenger from the police. Your men dropped him and walked out before you beckoned the boy to speak.

He talked about how the police wanted a deal. That they’ll leave you alone, as long as you help with and stop doing crimes. You stood from your desk, gazing at the boy with an interesting gaze.

“Do you know what I believe in boy.?” He slowly shook his head as his nerves grew as you stood up.

“N-no ma’am/sir.” You grinned, slowly walking around the desk and to him.

“Cause I do believe in killing the messenger.” You grinned and grabbed his chin roughly.

“You know why.?” You whispered into his ears as panic seeped right into the boy's nerves. He slowly shook his head, his breathing going heavy.

“Cause it sends a message.” You whispered with a dark grin, shoving the boy to the ground and harshly stepping on him as you took the gun from your pocket and pointed it at the boy.