Set ones Heart on Revenge <DNF>

Chapter #10 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗)

⚠️Gun shot wounds, medication/pills, and gore⚠️

♡George POV♡
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"Everyone ready?" My dad asked the room, his voice stone cold. His workers slowly nodded their heads, weapons in hand.

Today was my first official mission. Yes, I'd been on a few before. But this time, I was given the pleasure of being able to kill the person they were after.

I don't remember the man's name, but I know he owes my father a lot of money. Money is someone my father deeply cares about. Probably more than me.

I'm being sent to get the money from him. My father will be in our control room giving commands but I will lead our troop on foot.

This mission was assign around ten men. I personally think it's a bit overkill though.

My father said he'd be here to witness me shooting the man though, I don't think he believes me.

"You're clear. You may enter the building now," My fathers voice boomed through the ear piece. His stone cold tone shaking me to my core.

I did as I was told. My men and I broke down the door and entered the building. We made it up the stairs. When heard voices in a room and decided to enter.

When I opened the door, I saw multiple people standing there. Not only was it the man I was meant to capture but the WasTaken Mafia was also there. I could tell because of Dream's smiley mask.

Shit

"Who are you?!" Dream asked, some of his men pointed guns towards me and the men behind me. He must not have recognized me with the mask on.

"That doesn't matter. What does matter is that you have someone we want!" One of the people from my side spat at Dream.

Suddenly, one of Dream's men leaped and stabbed the person who spoke back to Dream. This caused a whole fight to start between our two clans.

I prayed that Dream wouldn't go for me. I guess I didn't pray loud enough because Dream tackled me to the ground, pinning me down.

He held a knife to my throat. "See you in hell, bitch-" He raised the knife above his head, he was about to thrust it down when I got my arm loose and pulled down my mask.

Dream stopped in his tracks, dropping the knife on the floor next to us. "MEN! Stop attacking!" Dream shouted, everyone stopped.

"Get off my son!" A voice boomed from the door. Great! My dad must have coke in here since I wasn't replying to him.

Dream held his hands up in a way of saying, 'okay, backing off.'

"Father, don't hurt him!" I pleaded as I stood up.

My father turned to me. "What do you mean 'don't hurt him?!' He almost killed you! Who is he?"

"He's the person who kidnapped me," Dream dementor seemed to change. My fathers eyebrows furred.

Before I could react, he pulled out his gun...