Mafia Wars: The Uprising Billionaire

3 Judas Kiss

''J-jasmine…'' Antonio stuttered, horrified.

Before him on his bed was Jasmine, and on top of her…

Antonio's body trembled, registering who it was. Alessio?

Antonio felt his whole world crumble into dust, his heart, shattering into tiny fragments, broken forever in the endless cycle of agony.

Alessio was his bosom friend, they had been friends since they learnt how to talk, and they barely parted, unless when necessary.

It was to the point where people often mistook them as real siblings, since he was even closer to Alessio than he was to Michele.

Both Alessio and Jasmine were stark naked, and he watched as his bosom friend pounded his wife while fumbling with her tits as though they were his long, lost toys.

They were both lost in ecstasy, each in their dreamy world of pain and pleasure, and they hadn't even noticed his presence.

''JASMINE!'' Antonio's shrill voice thundered all over the room, making the two culprits come to an abrupt stop.

Alessio and Jasmine turned in his direction, and their eyes widened, surprised at whom the intruder was.

Surprised, but that was it.

''Uh… A-antonio.'' Jasmine called out to him, in between soft and heavy moans.

Alessio only spared him a glance before drifting his attention back to Jasmine.

They had entirely ignored him, not even caring about the fact that he was watching them.

The heavy moans that echoed against the white walls were so unbearable that Antonio felt he might die of a heart attack, should this continue.

No longer able to bear it, he stumped forward with heavy steps. His veins bulged, and his pale face was flushed red.

Bam!

''You bastard.'' Antonio's blow connected with Alessio's head, sending him rolling on the large, brown bed.

''Shitty asshole.'' Alessio gnashed his teeth, his face grimaced with pain.

''If you come any closer, I'll call the police.'' Jasmine's stinging declaration pierced his ears, making him freeze.

''J-jasmine.'' His body kept on trembling, and even his mind felt like it would collapse at any moment from now.

''W-why?'' His voice fell into a whisper, as he lost the strength to even speak audibly.

Both of them gave him derisive looks, Jasmine's deadpan face, meeting his.

''After all the things I've done for you guys?'' Antonio took a step back, muttering in a hushed tone.

''No, this is a prank, right? This can't be real, no it's not real…'' Antonio let out a frenzy chuckle, as he paced across the room.

Suddenly, he snapped out of his acute mental breakdown and faced the two people who had refused to let go of each other.

''Y-you, when you lost your parents and couldn't continue high school, I fucking shoulder all the financial responsibilities.'' Antonio's voice once again switched, booming in the room with madness as he pointed at Alessio with trembling fingers.

''From high school to college, I fucking paid all your tuition fees, even when your sister was dying of stroke, I-I…'' Antonio trailed off as he felt himself choking on hot mucus.

''And you.'' He turned to Jasmine, ''You were nothing but just a mere waitress at an old restaurant.''

Antonio's voice was a rollercoaster of emotions. Sometimes it was sinister and cold, sometimes it echoed with anguish, and other times it was just devoid of any emotion.

''Here he comes bragging about his stupid wealth.'' Alessio retorted.

''So what if you paid all my tuition fees.'' He shrugged.

''So what if you flew my sister abroad to receive the best treatment.'' Alessio, who was now in a blue boxer, climbed down from the bed, facing Antonio.

''You're too pompous, when I asked for money, you gave me triple, when I tried to mind my business, you kept asking me shitty questions about whether I needed money, all in the guise of seeing my pathetic self cling to you.'' Alessio snickered.

''Even when I told you I liked her, you stole her from me, because of your shitty money.'' He pointed at Jasmine, who was relaxed on the bed, watching the drama unfold while fumbling with her hair.

''But see who's giving her the best moment now.'' Alessio's smile was layered with mockery.

Antonio's eyes widened in utter disbelief, not daring to believe what he just heard.

Him? Pompous? Steal someone's girlfriend?

True, whenever Alessio asked for something, he always made sure he gave him several folds of that thing. He even gave him three oil refineries, and two tech companies, soon after they graduated, and that was because of his pure intention.

Alessio had stood by him when his parents died at ten, and even though his parents were rich as fuck not to allow him and his brother to suffer after they were deceased, the emotional support he received from Alessio had brought him a long way.

Hence, the urge to always please his friend.

As for stealing Jasmine from him, he had zero idea about this.

Both of them had visited an old restaurant in the countryside, some years back, and that was where they met Jasmine.

It was love at first sight, and Antonio had even informed Alessio about his feelings for Jasmine.

In fact, Alessio was his wingman who made sure the relationship worked out, and he was his brightest best man at their wedding.

Yet, this same Alessio dared to say that he stole his girl?

Everything was happening too quickly, and Antonio's brain was running amok at the brink of madness.

His chest was huffing and puffing, and his gaze soon shifted to the glossy, white-tiled floor.

Jasmine had just scattered a paper on the floor, not sparing him a glance.

Antonio gulped, picking up the paper as he felt a sense of deja vu.

''A-are you kidding me?'' Antonio's heart sank.

A divorce paper? Jasmine had filed a divorce?

Of course, he didn't have the intention to get back with her, but to think she had actually filed a divorce, and was only waiting for him to come get it…

''I can't busy myself too much to come to seek you in the prison to sign it, so please do what is required.'' Her impassive voice rang in his head, and he watched as her figure crept towards Alessio, under the latter's lecherous eyes.

''Both of you, get out of my house.'' Antonio roared, finally regaining his reasoning.

However, his roar fell on deaf ears as he watched the two figures who had gummed to each other size him up as though he were nothing but an idiot.

That was when something clicked in Antonio's head, and he felt as though his heart was being pierced by tiny needles.

''D-don't tell me'' His breathing ceased, as the papers in his hands fell to the floor.