MM • I Hate You • 18+
"You're a naughty boy. Only good boys are allowed to come"
"I am a good boy"
"You're not until you make me come"
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Juan Cruz, 21 years old, big mouth and a power bottom works in a trendy night club in Chicago. He wants to ge...
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Two days passed since I was at Dream's the last time. We -El Triunfador- got a threat. I got a threat from another gang.
You're going to regret this because no one is allowed to fucking mess with us. I'm known for not giving second chances, showing no mercy or pity and most of all, for my quick temper.
"Guys, are you ready?", I ask my men
We're not a normal gang running around with cheap guns and leather jackets. We are businessmen who trust each other. There have never been men here who have betrayed me. We are family and I will not tolerate betrayal, either to myself nor to my men.
"Ready", my men yell
I nod with a smile. We are going to storm their head office. It's dawning slightly and we're all in position. Perfect.
"Attack on..."
"Uno"
"Dos"
"Tres"
"¡VAMOS!", I yell and run straight through the door
Immediately shots are fired and the first bodies are riddled with holes from my gun. I shot at everyone who's in my way.
Without a single loss, we now stand in their drug lab. The son of a bitch of a leader, tied to a chair. Just the way I like it. Not able to fight and destined to take whatever I do to him.
"Nice place you got here. Men get the drugs. They'll bring a lot of money", I smirk satisfied
Nothing like free profit.
"Please! I didn't know anyone sent the threat. It was a mishap", he pleads
"Oh was it? Don't try to fuck with me. Nothing happens without your knowledge. Do you think I'm stupid again then-"
"Then what?", he interrupts me
Oh, he's got his balls back. I pull out my knife and cut one of his fingers off. Immediately he screams out in pain.
"This is what happens", I laugh and my men join in
Hateful, he looks at me.
"Now don't look at me like that. What do you think, will his look change if I cut off two more fingers?", I ask
"Make it three and I bet he'll cry like a little pussy", my right hand laughs
Alejandro, my right hand and my best friend.
Slowly I cut off one finger at a time.
"PLEASE I BEG YOU", he screams
"I was right!", Alejandro grins
"I'm not surprised you didn't thought through it. You left your men for dead. They are all dead because of you and now you are going to die miserably"
I ram my knife right into his heart and watch as he breathes his last breathe. The sharp tip of my knife cuts through his heart so smoothly. The human heart is so fragile and vulnerable. So easy to destroy.
