Bonnie & Clyde

10. Psycho Mode Activated

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This chapter gets pretty grafic, but not in a smutty way. In a violent way, and there's torture also. Like, fingers being cut off and guts pulled out. That sort of thing. If it sounds like too much, just skip this chapter altogether...

Also, of course I don't condone violence & torture in real life. I was just having a really bad day today lol

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Marshall's P.O.V.

It was surprisingly easy as fuck to break into those two white dudes spot that have wronged Dre.

Me and the fellas Dre sent with me on the mission, we was in there in record time and bad most of their lil henchmen laying tied up all over their trap house, while the two main players, the two brothers, were sat tied to a chair.

"So, what now, Slim?" Gavin, one of Dre's men asks me. Dre actually put me in charge which I ain't even gonna lie, I love. I appreciate being in charge it gives my ego a huge boost.

"Now you go and take everything from their spot," I shrug, looking around. "Fucking loot the shit. They robbed Dre before, so it's only fair we rob them. Take all their guns, and drugs, and money, and whatever the fuck y'all can find."

I then look at the two lame pitiful looking motherfuckers tied to chairs and smirk.

"And I'll just deal with them two just like Dre's asked me to deal with them."

A sadistic grin begins to spread on my face.

I ain't really a killer. I kill only when necessary. But today imma kill cause it feels good. Cause fuck it, I'm on edge, my girl really pissed me off earlier and I just wanna take it out on somebody...

"Yo, Leroy, hand me that baseball bat over there," I extend my hand to the same guy I had threatened to beat with the baseball bat before for trying to holla at Destiny.

Leroy frowns, tossing the bat to me. I know he don't like me too much. Same as most of Dre's men don't. They don't understand why Dre took me under his wing and the potential Dre says that he sees in me. Frankly, I don't think either of them even respects me. Which makes being in charge of them and giving orders to them even more fun to me. They don't like me but they have to follow me and do everything that I say, and I fucking love that shit.

Now, they all disperse and begin looting the ICP guys spot.

In the meantime, I step close to one of them.

"Listen dude," the man with his face painted like a damn clown begins to speak rapidly then. "You don't have to do this. Whatever Dre pays you, I can double it..."

Crack!!

I swing the bat, connecting it with his jaw, then hit him square in the mouth with the blunt end of it.

The guy coughs and spits out a few teeth from his bloody mouth.

"Thought you could steal from my boss and get away with it?" I ask coldly, swinging the bat again.

His eye immediately starting to swell on sight.

When I connect the bat to his face the fourth time, I break his nose.

Some of the blood that spurts from it landing on my white sneakers. Some of it is also on my white t-shirt.

I cuss under my breath and take a step back.

"See what you done did, motherfucker?! Fuck is wrong with you bleeding all over my shit like that, huh?!"

I drop the bat and start using my fists instead.