Sage
"What the hell were you thinking Douglas?! Are you a chicken without a head?! Do I look like some damsel in fucking distress?!" I yelled at Douglas as I picked him up by the bloody collar of his shirt.
"Nysa?!" After she hears me calling her, she rushes over. I trust Nysa with my life, but of course, she has to have an idiot as a brother. "Make sure he gets cleaned up." I turned to Douglas, he had a slight smile on his face. Did I sound like I was joking? "This isn't fucking child's play, puta. [bitch] Pull that shit again and I'll send you back to Mexico." I snap at Douglas. His smile quickly disappeared. This son of a bitch has been getting on my nerves lately.
Many questions were holding my mind hostage after seeing Atlas. What was he doing here?
"Welcome back, Sage" Is the last thing that was on my mind before we arrived at the base. "Woo-fucking-hoo" I grunt under my breath. The sound of my phone ringing brings me back to reality.
"Patrón" ["Boss"] I answer quickly when I see the caller ID. This fucker never has any damn patience. I'd rather still have my head than wait a couple more seconds. He may be my uncle, but he won't hesitate to kill me if I make a mistake. Mistakes make you human. But in my world, it'll cost you your life.
"Sage, Usoro's shipment will be at the docks at 4 am. Don't. Be. Late." Juan barked.
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3:12 am
"We'll be coming in from the Eastside where there are no guards. After closely examining their previous shipments, we've noticed that they won't have more than twenty guards in the North, ten in the South and fifteen in the West. In total, forty-five. Rookie mistake. Santiago will be on the roof together with Gabriella. Alert us immediately if something looks suspicious."
"Douglas will go with his team to the Westside to eliminate enemies from there. Nysa will go with her team to the Southside and eliminate the enemies from there. And the rest is with me, we'll be eliminating the North, where the shipments are. After elimination, we meet up there and take the shipments. Make one mistake and I'll kill you with my bare hands."
"Entendido?!" ["Understood?!"] I snarl.
"Sí!" They all shouted in sync.
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4:39 am
Seeing one of my plans in motion has always brought me joy. It might seem psychotic, but the aftermath is even better. Nothing is better than seeing all the bodies on the ground with a pool of blood surrounding them.
Hearing the gunshots through the cool early-morning air. Clouds replaced by smoke. The fear on peoples faces when they see me. I love it all. My people slowly kill the rest as I go to the Northside, killing everyone who is in my path. I show no fucking mercy.
"There are more than we expected, Sage." I hear Gabriella say through my earpiece.
"How many more?"
"At least a hundred more"
Mierda [Fuck], we aren't prepared for this. Juan will have my head if something goes wrong.
"Santiago and Gabriella take the snipers and kill as many as you can from up there. We are going in blindly, so you'll be our eyes. Something goes wrong and I'll be blaming you."
"Sí."
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I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head, but what those putas don't know is that I've been training to do this for seven whole years. Seven. Fucking. Years. I sure as hell won't go down without a fight.
A pair of hands on my arms make their way up to my neck. A smirk forms on my face. Stupid fucker. I am relatively shorter than the rest, but that isn't a reason to underestimate me. I grabbed my knife and jumped up to the guy, tackling him to the ground. As I sat on top of him with my knees around his waist making him unable to move, I made two slits on the guy's neck. Karma's a bitch.
Behind me, I see Douglas surrounded by four Usoro guards. For fuck sakes. He can't ever do anything right.
Everything went in slow motion.
I tackled the guys one by one, killing them all fastly. Douglas was on the ground wounded. I honestly don't fucking care anymore, I should just send him back to Mexico. He isn't good for anything. Even the damn sex isn't good.
"We have a wounded person on the Northside, make sure he gets cleaned up." I yell through my earpiece.
Just as I wanted to walk away I felt a piece of cold metal against my back.
"Move and I'll shoot." The person growls.
Fuck.
Atlas.
"What the hell do you mean with 'they stole from us'?!"
"I mean that they fucking stole from us! Are you stupid, son?!"
"Gather the damn team. If I find anything missing from the shipments, you better pray."
Of course, they have to come and ruin everything. Anger was all I saw. I could hear my blood was coursing through my veins.
"Get in the damn car." I shout at Dominic and Tate.
"What happened?"
"Morales happened, they're stealing our shipments."
"Fuck"
Just as we arrived at the scene, the rest of the crew arrived.
We were good, but they were better. Better than before. How? I don't know. A new member possibly. But who can become so good in such a short amount of time? Questions were rooming around my head. Just as I think it's over, I feel a sharp pain.
"Atlas?!"
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Growing Fires with Old Ashes
Romantizm''While I was beating myself up over you. You were giving someone the butterflies that were meant for me.'' ----------- After years of being abandoned, drugs and alcohol, Atlas Bressett ends up becoming the new heir of the Usoro Mafia. He turned int...
