TW// Cursing, mentions of blood.
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{Narrator's pov}
A bald man with a black coloured leather jacket walked into the dimly lit room, to see the dark hooded man he had known for almost 5 months by now wiping the red dark--almost black—blood off of his hands with a white coloured cloth—which wasn't so white anymore by now. When his boss—the dark hooded figure—turned to look at him, he asked: ''What the hell happened?'' While raising his eyebrow.
''He wanted to quit working for us, that fag.'' His boss answered him, an angry look found on his face. ''What? What do you mean he wanted to quit?'' The hairless one asked confused. The other man stood up from his chair, furiously kicking his foot against the table. ''He had the audacity to come walk into this room and tell me he was done with it. Did that stupid little piece of shit really think it would just be that easy?'' He scoffed.
''And then you beat him up? Is he still gonna work for us now? What if he tells them?'' The man who walked into the room earlier wondered. An evil smirk grew on the other man his face. ''Hah, I told him if we find out he didn't follow our commands, we'll kill them all within a second. I think he'll stay silent.'' The guy in the leather jacket couldn't help but think it was a bit cruel. Although he also was a part of the gang, he wasn't as insensible as the man standing in front of him. ''Okay, that's great...'' He trailed off, not fully knowing what to say
''What's up Ricardo? Having other thoughts on my actions? You know you can just tell me, right?'' The dark hooded man questioned him with an evil tone. The bald man—now known as Ricardo—shook his head. ''No, sir, of course not. I believe you made the right decision.'' It sounded less confident than he hoped it would. He took a step back as the man walked up to him. ''Don't ever question the gangs actions, or you're out. And you know what out means.'' he warned Ricardo, before walking out of the room, leaving his fellow gang member having second thoughts about joining this gang.
'Do I even want to do this any longer?' He wondered for a second, doubting his own decisions he made almost 5 months ago. He knew all too well there was no going back, but he didn't join a gang to torture and kill people, only for other important reasons. He sat at there at the table for a little while, thinking about what he was supposed to do now...
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