"Open the door. Open the fucking door. Aight, just remember I ain't want it to go down like this."
Before I could even fully process his statement a gun shot rang out causing me to scream. Another loud bang proceeded after the shot, too scared to o...
T/W: This chapter contains violent content as well as mild sexual themes. Some of the subject matter in this chapter may be graphic, uncomfortable or triggering. Please utilize discretion accordingly. ~Lee
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Rio POV
"Oh fuck! Right there Jackson!" A small smirk splayed on my face as I watched Bethany and I's sex tape.
I turned towards her husband who was currently tied up in a chair in the basement of one of our warehouses. Watching the tape with me. He was in pretty rough condition, while I gave explicit instructions not to kill him. That didn't stop my men from beating on him, though I can't say I mind. Pendejo deserves everything that's coming to him.
"Obviously my name isn't Jackson. Just like I'm sure you've figured out by now it's not Mateo. Jackson, Dylan, Tony, Mateo, Felix, Alejandro.. I go by a lot of different names, take your pick."
"I knew you were connected to that little model bitch. That's why you're doing this right? Because of her" Liam let out a humorless chuckle spitting out some blood. "Well guess what, you're not gonna get away with this. I'm sure my boys will have lots of fun with her before shipping her pretty little ass off to prison."
I whipped out my pistol smacking him across the face with it. He spit out more blood, along with a few teeth this time. "You wanna say that shit again?"
I turned my attention back towards the screen, "Javier hold his head up. This is my favorite part coming up."
Bethany face down, ass up on the bed moaning like a porn star. I tell her I'm about to bust and in a surprising turn of events, she begs me to do it in her mouth. I happily oblige her pulling out and discarding the condom, I walk around to the other side of the bed releasing my seed all over her face.
"She was actually a pretty good fuck for an old broad. I think I might keep hitting after I kill your ass." I mused, thinking out loud.
"You're dead!" He yelled out in between coughs. "You hear me motherfucker? Dead."
I couldn't help but laugh. "You don't hear the irony in that statement? It's just me?" Whew, that was a good one.
"People are gonna know what you did—"
I turned back around to face him with an eyebrow raised. "Who's gonna know?" I tilted my head to the side, genuinely curious. "The only person that connects me to India is you, and you're not gonna be around to tell anyone. So who's gonna talk? Your wife? Your partner, cause I can kill his ass too. The only thing people are going to know is that you had a psychotic due to the increasing pressures of your job and you went out drug-filled bender. Never to be heard from again. I mean I believe it, you totally seem like the type. I think your family will buy it too." I shrugged my shoulders.
