S7VEN (La Familia Kingpin Series #1)

11. Real Enemy

CONTAINS MATURED, GRAPHIC SCENES, AND STRONG LANGUAGES THAT MAY BE DISTURBING TO OTHERS. NOT SUITABLE FOR MINOR READERS. DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

SEVEN

"Aghh!!!"

"Puta de madre!"

"Gago ka, Siete!"

Otto and Shamie draw their guns and pointed them in my direction. Both of their faces were void of any emotion but I could see the rage their gazes were spitting for me. The side of my lips tugged upward. Funny how brisk my brothers responded to the katana tanto I've thrown into Cedric's direction.

Unbothered by the two's reaction at my unannounced arrival, I stalked toward the center while my eyes were pinned on Cedric's bloody shoulder.

I grin. The sweet metallic scent of blood wafted through my nose and excitement rushed along my veins. This interrogation will definitely clear my head with the thought of a wild black-haired woman who's sleeping beautifully on my suite right at this moment.

"Fuck. I was aiming for his upper chest."

"Do you have a death wish? Hayup!" Matalim ang matang asik ni Otto habang ibinabalik ang baril sa holster nito. "Bakit basta-basta ka na lang sumusulpot? Para kang kabute."

Lalong lumaki ang pagkakangisi ko sa mga kapatid. The look on their faces were priceless.

"I was just checking your reflexes. Relax," huminto ako sa mismong harap ni Cedric. Nakabitin itong patiwarik. His arms were tied on his back and as I crouched, I couldn't help but admire the damage Shamie inflicted on Cedric's body.

Cedric is like a hog waiting to be butchered. A large cut was on his stomach, numerous stabs were on Cedric's legs, torso and when I inspect the poor man's hand, one of his fingers was missing.

"I hope you're enjoying Shamie's hospitality, Cedric."

"S-señor Seven...p-please nagmamaka awa h-ho ako sa i-inyo wala na ho akong alam. Nasabi ko na lahat ng alam ko kay Boss S-shamie."

Umiling ako habang ang kanang kamay ko'y nasa kutsilyong nakatarak sa kaliwang braso ni Cedric. Nakangising hinihimas 'yon.

"Mukhang intro pa lang ang nai-kanta mo, Cedric."

"Aghhhh!!!" Nakakabinging tili nito ang narinig naming tatlo sa loob ng maluwag na kwartong kinaroroonan namin. It's one of the safehouses we have that's near our hotel.

"You're lucky," I lean forward and my grip on the end of the knife becomes firmer. Dahan-dahan kong inikot iyon dahilan para mas lalong bumaon iyon sa sugat ng kaharap. "Shamie's in his best mood. Dahil kung hindi, pira-piraso ka ng pinaglalamayan ngayon ng pamilya mo."

Itinulak ko nang mabilis ang kutsilyo at saka hinugot din iyon. Sumirit ang dugo sa balikat niya't lalo akong napangisi.

Damn! I miss the good old days when torturing was part of my daily routine. How I envy my sicko brother Shamie.

"Aghhh!" Halos panawan ng ulirat na tili ng traydor kong tauhan.

"What do you got, Shamie?" Baling ko sa kapatid saka hinablot ang towel na nasa bulsa niya. Ipinahid ko iyon sa hawak na blade.

"Usual shits. Anonymous contact person. They reached him through burner phones and made the drop off in a P.O box near the Central Station," Shamie explained. "These morons know how to be a ghost, totally."

Saglit akong lumingon sa kaliwa ko upang isalaksak sa bunganga ng ngawa pa din nang ngawang si Cedric ang towel. Naaalibadbaran ako baka mabaril ko ng wala sa oras.