64. X-rated Plotting.

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"Boss, please please I'm begging you, I didn't mean to shoot the young lady, she just popped out of nowhere." The idiot begged profusely. Saliva oozing out of the corner of his mouth, irritating the shit out of me.

Cocking the gun, I placed the metal on his skull and spat without remorse. "Say your last prayers."

"Boss, please... I'm begging you with everything I own. You know I've been serving you for quite a while now and I won't just slack off, but the whole thing was a miss calculation. I had my gun out for Luciano. I was aiming for his chest as you instructed before she emerged out of nowhere and got in the middle of it all." He cried helplessly.

My chest tightened.

How could this idiot ruin the plan I've been strategizing for months? Months! What was so difficult in shooting someone? Aim, pull the trigger, fire. And down, the person goes.

Fucking asshole, I cussed at him.

These past few months, I have spent it, cooped up in my hole, strategizing on ways to make Luciano crumble. I intended on making his life miserable until death even became too honorable for him.

Alas, that's what birthed my plan.

So earlier today, I picked him out of the rest of my henchmen to execute the plan. When it came down to smartness and swift calculations, I shouldn't have. But then, he was useful in being my eyes and ears in reporting everything going on in Luciano's life.

He was part of Luciano's henchmen, and also mine.

So when I went to pick him up today from Luciano's villa, the plan was to trail Luciano down to wherever he was going and then, he'd shoot.

Not that I couldn't do it myself. In fact, I'd love to be the one behind the trigger of rendering Luciano lifeless but now wasn't the time.

For now, I planned to render him incapacitated for months, just so I could use that to my leverage. First, I'd intercept his cargo coming next week and cart away all his goods. Second, I intended on infiltrating some of my henchmen into Luciano's, just so we could gradually take them down and I'd make his Empire, mine. However, this idiot ruined it.

As early as 4 a.m. this morning, I was eager to see to my plan, but he called, saying Luciano wasn't out of the house yet, until around noon. That was when we started trailing him and the young lady, that has caught his fancy for the past couple of months.

We drove at a safe distance, knowing fully well that Luciano was a smart ass, and he could notice when anything was amiss in a matter of seconds. Eventually, they pulled up in front of a florist shop, and I was fucking excited.

I instructed this dimwit to get his ass out of the car and shoot Luciano twice. One on his shoulder, the other on his chest, then we'd speed off and watch our plan unfold as Luciano becomes bedridden, but what did he do?

He fucking shot a lady.

And I hate killing ladies. Especially a pretty one at that.

"Boss, Please." He choked on his tears while I smirked.

"So you don't want to die?"

"N-o, no..... I don't." His voice trembled.

Relishing the way his whole body was quivering like a fat ass lady undergoing orgasm, my smirk deepened.

"So how am I sure you won't flop the next plan?" I asked him and he immediately brought his finger to his tongue.

"I swear on my grave, Boss. Nothing will go wrong this time."

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