Imprisonment (Childe x Fem!reader)

Chapter Eight: Childe's POV Part 2; Blood Bath

⚠️WARNING⚠️

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES AND WEAPON USE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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I think my job isn't out of the ordinary.

I quite like my job if anyone is asking. I'm able to relieve my stress and feel good about myself. Not only that, I get double the amount of what an office person works for. Considering I have to follow out a set of rules and guidelines, I wouldn't say this job is for everyone but for me, it's the perfect one.

I open the door to my boss's office and he sat there with his feet up against his desk, smoking a cigar.

The audacity. I thought.

He only became my boss after an incident with a group of gang members. He beat them all to a pulp but I knew that was for show. He got his little buddies to do all the punching and killing. He just showed up in the end and made it seem like he did it all. I don't necessarily enjoy his presence. I liked our old boss. He was always determined and treated us fairly until an "accident" occurred and he was laying on his bed covered in blood. No doubt it was the fucker standing in front of me. It had to be. Once I found out, I wanted to slice his neck open and fill the entire room with his blood. Oh how that would satisfy me so.

He notices me walking in and fixes his position, putting his legs down and under the desk.

"Tartaglia my boy! How you been?"

Oh how I would love to just blow his head off. I show a fake smile.

"I've been pretty good and yourself boss?"

It was only to reciprocate the same question and be polite but I honestly couldn't care less.

"Fantastic! Hey listen, remember those guys I had you and so and so try and spy on?"

"You mean Scaramouche?"

He never remembered any of his workers names besides his bodyguards and myself for some odd reason.

"Yeah yeah, that kid. Listen, I said I didn't want them dead but I change my mind."

"And may I ask the reason?"

"We made a peace offer and things were fine until they jute us of some of our cash. Little fucker ran in our building and took everything. So now I want them dead and who better to ask then you."

I was the only one who would go and kill off other members and gang leaders. I got the job done quick and easy and the cops could never find a trace of who had done it.

"Alright, where's they're location?"

He pulls out his iPad and searches. He flips it over to show me.

"Looks like around Henry Street."

"But they're could be more of 'em so that's why I want Scaramouche and you do finish the job."

Scaramouche was a funny one. He'd always showed up late and never talked to any of us. Well, besides me. At first I thought, maybe he's gay? But when I tried to make a move to see his reaction, I ended up with a black eye and a bloody nose. Maybe he was just use to me instead of the others. Like he trusted me more than anyone else.