Differences

Chapter 14 - Luke

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Warning: gruesome ideas of torture and mention of drugs 🗡️

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It's already been three weeks since the ball, but every chance my stupid brain got, I was visualising Alaina in that red dress. It invaded my every thought process; during meetings, paperwork, when I'm training, and even when I'm eating.

I hated that this was fucking possible, and I hated the fact that I liked it.

A lot.

"Are we clear? Luke?"

"Huh, what yea?" I say, only just remembering that Alaina and I were called into my father's office to discuss about something that was important. I couldn't remember what tho.

"The mission? Were you even listening?" My father interrogates, creases forming on his forehead.

"Ah, sorry. I got a little side tracked. What were we saying?"

"You and Alaina will end it with Smith. Tonight. And as I was saying, Alaina, you can do whatever you like. I don't care. Betrayal is the worst shit you can do in an organization like ours. Its a sin of its own. Loyalty is the single most important thing in our world. Yes?"

"Yes sir." Alaina replies.

"Uh, yea" I reply, still trying to tie together who this Smithy guy was, and what he did for Alaina to get involved.

"Now, you two can decide for yourself how many people you will need and what you're going to do about it."

"Yea, ok, we'll let you know when it's all cleaned up." I conclude, pretending that I knew what was going on. 

"Good" Came his reply and shoo's us away, while I was still stupidly clueless on what was going on. But we were already out the door.

"Wait, Alaina, sorry, who are we supposed to finish again?" I ask sheepishly, but I knew it was always better to know what I was doing than fucking it up. Those? Never ends well. Comes from experience. Never ends pretty.

"Uh, your father told us to finish off some guy called Richard Smith because he turned against us for some imitation organisation I think? I can't quite remember what it was called. Maz? Mex? Mec? Something like that, and your father thinks there would be a high chance of information leakage. Probably soon as well I believe." She explains while we were making our way out.

"Right. Any suggestions?" I ask knowing all kinds of ending she has created. 

"There are a few. We can either go for something that's a little lengthy or something quick and easy. Oh, but your father did mention he wanted it all done by tonight. But it's up to you I think, I'm not sure who this Smithy guy is, so I'm not sure how far on the level of screwed up he's on" She explains, and I internally laugh at the thought that we both referred to this guy as Smithy. 

"Ah, I remember him. Dicky. Drug supplier. He wasn't really good at his job anyway from what I remember. But I think Dad took pity on him coz his daughter was dying or something. But she died months ago. " I say, surprising myself that I remember this, "He fucked up. And to the MeX. Go brutal."

"Ah, so it was the MeX. Anyways, we can always use acids and bases, or fire, or go brutal with medieval methods. Or go modern with the bullets." She suggests

"Medieval?", I question, not sure if I was concerned for her sanity or my own for liking the suggestion.

"Yea, things were quite . . . dark back then. But it's useful for us now, I guess. Oh, but that's probably just me. I'm . . . psychotic" She says, her eyes deterring away from mine.

"If you are, then I guess I am too."

She hesitates, "I can't agree." She says, something flashing in her eyes which was quickly wiped out before I could determine what it was. "But, we do have quite a few options, a chain saw, a power drill, or blades."

"They don't sound medieval." I say, sounding more like a question than statement

"Yes, they are modern methods rooted from medieval times. The chainsaw, or the saw, back then, can be used when the person is hanging upside down, and the saw is placed between their legs, and well you can imagine the rest. The power drill, which was just a spear back then, would, um drill slowly into the person, at constant speed. This is still used by the Russian mafia's I believe. And then, the blades . .  we just well, slice them a thousand times.", she explains, and I didn't know if I should be praising her for her knowledge or to be concerned as to how she retained all that knowledge. "Sorry, it is quite gruesome. Never mind it, we can go with –"

"Nah, let's go with chainsaw. Quickly end things but long enough to make him regret what he did. And I believe it takes less setting up than power drill, and quicker process than the blades." I say, surprised myself that I got to the conclusion without batting an eye.

"I see. Okay, should we do it over there? Or somewhere else?"

"Doing it in his own home would be good. Less packing up, the MeX would know, and he can suffer in a place where he should be at peace with." I say but then realise she was trying hold back a laugh.

God, she looked so adorable. I tilt my head and shamelessly inspected her. Her cute smile that she was biting back with her top two teeth, slightly flushed cheeks, and her twinkling even in the dimly lit hallways.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, its just. . . I liked how I was thinking the same thing as you were." She explains.

"Hmm, I see.", I say as I continued to observe her, "Let's get this shit show out of the way."

And with that she nods, and we continue to make our way out of the halls and to our base, now discussing about how many people we would need, the supplies, our plans for routes, entrance and exits. That was especially crucial in any missions. But it wasn't something I particularly enjoyed either.

But tonight, I could imagine that it would be one of the most entertaining missions I'll ever go to. If not the most. I had the honour to be able to go inside the intricate brain of hers and that thrilled me all the more.

Tonight, was going to be a good long night.