I woke up to the sound of banging on my door. Getting my gun at my table side as I shoot the door making a hole in it, lucky him, the bullet has mercy for him. The knock stops making me drift into a peaceful sleep again. I was in the middle of my second dream when my alarm clock rings. Getting it then throwing it at the wall makes it shattered into pieces.
"Why the fuck no one, gives me a wonderful sleep!" I groan, getting up from my bed as I go to the bathroom. I took a shower and after I wore black cargo pants with a matching white shirt. I go downstairs seeing them sitting at the table. They all stand up to give some respect. Going to my seat which is at the top of the table, Antonio at my right side and Khalil at my left side. Clark beside Khalil and Richie beside Antonio. And some other men who also live with us.
Food was served as we all ate our breakfast. "What time are we going to the warehouse? I don't wanna waste my precious time with those idiots." I said firmly. Taking a sip from my juice when Antonio spoke.
"Twelve noon, I know they're part of King's. Maybe they're just being threatened by them, that's why they did that." He said as he took a big bite of his pancakes.
"Maybe." I state, anger is rising again. This kind of problem is just a piece of cake for me, us. But you would ask why the fuck I am angry. It's because of the King's, they're the reason why I am here. Not that I don't want here. They're just the reason why I am a monster.
He is the reason why I do these things. Freddie King, the leader of the King Empire. And now that he's no longer the leader of it, his son took over him, Leo King. And now I am planning to make everything that I've been wanting for the past 10 years. To kill them, kill every single one of them.
No mercy, no regrets and no doubt. I will put a single bullet in every one of them, I'll make sure to make them burn in hell. I promised.
I got up from my seat as I stormed out of the room, having no appetite to eat anymore. Going upstairs as I go straight to my office. I should control my anger, but I really can't. I go to my seat and sit. My office came back to normal like magic, no trace from yesterday's storm. Getting the papers and checking the file of the people who get my drugs. There are only 3 men and some are just their backups. Reading their background as I saw that they are truly a gang. A stupid gang. Their gang is called The Monsters, what a stupid name is that, if they just name their group Ivy then maybe I'll forgive them.
Information
The Monsters
Base: Italy
Name: Matteo Gambino
Age: 26
Position: Leader
Name: Anderson Cooper
Age: 24
Position: Assassin
Name: James Smith
Age: 22
Position: Hacker
Antonio might be right, they're based in Italy which means they're being handled by the Kings. So who stole my drugs? These motherfuckers, but as I was looking through their infos someone looks familiar to me but I can't remember it. Matteo, he looks like someone I knew, maybe, I don't know. There's only one way to find out.
Getting my gun tucking it in and putting a pocket knife at my thigh. Going downstairs as I saw them casually sitting on the couch. It's only ten in the morning, but still. This can't wait, my presence makes them shoot off the television waiting for me to speak. "Let's go, to the warehouse. Get the papers from my office Clark, Richie the cars. We're going to the warehouse in a minute." I said, making them furrow their brows but sending them death glares and they all move immediately.
We're now at the car heading to the warehouse, it's a thirty minute drive because our house is far away to the city to make sure that we're safe. I am sitting in the passenger seat while the other men are at the back and others are in the other car. Antonio is the one driving. "Matteo Gambino, you know him?" I ask as he hummed 'yes' in response.
His eyes are not leaving the road. "He's the leader of the gang The Monsters-" He said as I cut him off.
"I know that I am not dumb Antonio. Tell me things I needed to know rather than that bullshits." I said as his grip at the stirring wheel tightens making his knuckles white. He hates it when I act like this, and I also hate it too.
"Okay geez, I'm sorry Antonio." I said holding his hands as his grip softens. Grinning at him as he chuckled.
"Your anger issues are on another level Ivy, you should get some therapy." He said as I laughed hysterically, confused, that's what he feels.
"I don't need that stuff, I will never need that shitty stuff. I can handle myself Antonio, you know that. It's just because of the Kings. All I want to do is kill them in the most painful way, is it so hard to achieve?" I ask, mostly to myself. Because if i am capable enough then they're already buried six feet underground, but no.
"You just need enough time Ivy." Antonio said reassuring me. The car stops indicating that we have reached our destination. Getting out of the car as I hold my gun. Entering the old bar which is our 'warehouse' stood in front of me. It's just to keep us more safe I guess, though the government is handled by me, I always make sure of every step i make. Getting inside as I walk through the dark hallway smell of blood filled my nostrils. Going straight to the basement where the dungeons are, man bows in respect when I came in. Clark, handed me the papers.
Three men are tied at the chair, the only source of light is the only bulb that is above them. Turning on the lights as they all try to adjust their eye sight. Taking my seat as their eyes widened.
"Trying to torture us using a woman? A motherfucking woman?" The guy named Anderson said laughing hysterically. He wants to get killed, i see.
"What did you say little boy?" I ask going towards him as he flinches when I point the knife at his neck deepening it as the blood flows out of his neck.
"I see, you look scared aren't you. Do you guys wanna play?" I ask nor state. Walking towards the wall where different kind of torture stuffs and guns are hanging.
"Pick one." I said, they didn't. "I said pick!" I shouted, power held my voice as they all picked.
"I see Anderson, you want this one?" Getting the gun as I ran my hands through it. A beautiful matte black gun.
"You see there's only two options for the tree of you. Either get killed in the most painful way or participate in this question and answer. Pick one." I said as they all answer the second option in unison.
"I see, but i don't want a normal Question and Answer. One question is equivalent to one bullet, answer it right then I'll shoot you and if you answer it wrong I'll still shoot you but with my eyes closed. Deal." I said walking towards them holding the gun and aiming it to the wall near them making them flinch, fear is visible in their eyes.
"Who stole my drugs?" I ask the first question watching every move they make. Making my way towards Matteo as I lift his chin using the gun, seeing his beautiful blue eyes.
"M-muffin?" He said as I aim the gun, closing my eyes shooting it to his shoulder, blood flowing down his body.
"Wrong answer! Are you hungry and you want a muffin? Or are you really testing my patience." I said going back to my seat and scan again the papers where their information is in. His parents are Jasmine and Matthew Gambino, I know it. "Muffin." I said, he is. He is my muffin.
"Antonio!" I shouted as they entered the room asking why. "Call the doctor at home, bring them there. Make sure Matteo is fine." I said walking out of the room not wanting to deal with his million questions.
He is muffin, my muffin.
April 13, 2021
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