Her Gun, His Rules

A Day At Work

After a bit one of my dada's men, who I knew as Jasper, walked in and said, "Victor, we've got some new prisoner's. Your dad wants you to oversee their torture."

I nodded and closed my computer, following Jasper downstairs. I found my dad standing outside of a large room so when I walked over, he hands me his gun and says, "Three enemy spies. Each from a different mafia."

"Which mafias?"

"Richardson, Vulcan, and Hamlot."

I nodded and said, "fine. But Hamlot goes last, I'd like to have a word with him."

"Why? What special interest do you have in the Hamlots?'

Then Freddie, who happened to be walking by coughs into his arm, "He wants it bed his daughter," then he coughed some more before saying, "man, my throat got real dry."

I turned the gun and shot the ground right behind Freddie's feet, he yelled and ran on but dad says, "really?! I've set you up with hundreds of women, trying to find you a wife, and the only one to peak your interest is an enemy woman?"

I rolled shook my head and said, "well I really liked the last one too, but you shot her in the forehead. Thanks for the notice by the way. I waited an hour for her to show up at the resturant."

Dad shakes his head and says, "look Victor, it's none of my business who you decide to keep in your bed. But you get Rosalind pregnant and she and that baby will be killed, understood?"

I shook my head and said, "I promise you dad, Rosalind would not bed me anyways."

Then I turned and walked into the room. Three spies all tied up, so I said sharply, "which one of you is from the Hamlot mafia?"

The one of teh far left nodded so I said, "well, today's, today's your lucky day, you get to live as long as you agree to my conditions. You two, you spill your guts and then you die.'

They began to beg and plead for their lives but their mouths had been gagged so all I heard was muffled noise,

I hated spies, I think their cry babies. Assassins always take it like a man. I've watched assassins be beat for hours and not crack. They'd die before giving up their boss. Spies? Nah. That's why there are so many of them. They're disposable. You lock them in the room and they start crying as soon as they smell your cologne,

So I walked down to the far right and pulled the gag out of his mouth asking, "who's your boss,"

He stuttered over the letter "R" for a minute so I slammed my hand down on the table next to them before shooting him in the foot because it's fun and shouting, "SPEAK UP. YOU'RE A MAN, NOT SOME STUFFED BABBLING WHORE."

He screamed at the pain in his foot before sobbing, "Richardson! Thomas Richardson is my boss!"

"Good job, idiot. What's your name."

"Micheal Braxton."

"Alright Braxton give me a location for your mafia house and I'll kill you quickly, painless."

He shook his head and said, "I- I can't. I've never been to the house."

I shoved my gun into his crotch and say, "Liar, you're a spy, it's your job to report ot the house to spill. So, Where is it?!"

He started to scream and beg again, begging me to spare him.

So I turned it one of my men and said, "this one's weak, take him to the back room and start chopping off fingers until he gives us a location."

Then I pulled his gag back up and said, "you had your chance."

He screamed the whole way back. Now I said to teh one in the middle, "what's about you? what's your name?"