Suits and Secret (Vegaspete)

Chapter 8

Vegas

The bike pulled up  silently away from the dusty warehouse, Vegas hopped off the bike, checking his guns before attaching one to his waist and held the other in his hand, sneakingly observing the place before he entered, camouflaging with the walls.

Stealthily, he moved along the dark corners of the warehouse observing, as they laugh and boast about the products the stole from us, fucking idiots, he grinned pointing his gun at the ones furthest away from the group, quickly there bodies drop alerting the other idiots.

"Show yourself" one of the idiots shouted as they began to point their guns all over the place, I wanted to laugh so badly because of how stupid the looked. One by one I shoot the ones around the entitled bragger as I walked out of the shadows as he was the only one left, I smiled looking at his bleeding comrades before shooting the idiot in his leg and surprise surprise the fucking idiot passed out, I wonder who your boss is to have such a coward like you.

Gosh that was too fast, I wanted it to be fun and exciting and it was so boring, I started to yawn as the minor house bodyguards' began to clean the mess and retrieve the stolen products.

"Sir, one of them is alive"

One of them spoke to me as a cocky grin spread across my face, "Bring him to the safe house" I spoke as he bowed and returned to the warehouse. I put on my helmet and rode the bike out of the area i previously parked leaving a dusty trail behind.

Vegas arrived at his father's office , his face void of any emotion. The mansion was gloomy and filled with so much negativity you can't even smile in here, I'm happy Macau is mature enough to understand the circumstances and find happiness elsewhere other this fucking hellhole.

Entering the room, he immediately hang his head low waiting for his father to give him permission to speak. The said man has his chair back facing Vegas as smoke left his mouth, the sound of the chair swiveled around altered Vegas that he was given permission.

"All men down except for one as we are going to extract information from him. All stolen products were retrieved and are currently inside our warehouses, no damages were done to any of our products" 

Exactly how short he expected it 3 sentences or less, "Dismissed" no emotion in that sentence as his chair spun around, I left the room sighing as I went to hop on my bike and rode back to the safehouse only thing i can be happy about right now. What will it take for this man to be proud of me?

WARNING GORE DESCRIPTION AHEAD!!!!!!!!!!

Arriving at the safe house, The bodyguard's outside bowed and immediately followed him to that room. "He is inside the room, we are awaiting orders to wake him up Sir" The bodyguard by the door spoke as Vegas nodded before he opened the door, His eyes went to his already prepared Hazmat suit, he grinned before putting on the suit, fitting his glove he spoke with a spine chilling deep voice, "Wake him up" with that he watched as they pour cold water onto there hanging victim. The idiot woke up screaming like the bitch he already is.

"Now am going to ask to questions, you are going answer am i clear?

"Fuck you"

Vegas smiled which creep the bodyguards out but they were used to it, Vegas began to look at his torture tools, his eyes immediately settled on a set of pliers, Vegas knew exactly were he would start from, his victims leg, Vegas held the pliers up smiling to the man who look entirely scared, He slowly walked to his hanging victim standing in front of him before stabbing the pliers right into his calf, a scream emerged as the bodyguards looked away from Vegas who was using digging the pliers into the man's calf.