BLOOD KILL

Chapter 1

Lucas pov
My entire body, from my hair to my feet, was doused with hot water. I was so tired from last night's party that I needed to calm myself because I knew I had work today. I stayed in the bathroom for a while, then came out, collected my white towel, and tied it around my waist. I went straight to my changing room and stood in front of the mirror, and sure enough, I looked good.

I heard my phone ringing as soon as I pulled open the first drawer to get my hair cream. I did not give a damn who was calling because I was not going to answer it until I was done, but it persisted. After I finished applying the cream to my hair, I went to the desk in my room and picked up the phone to check who was calling.

Fuck, it was Diego, my best friend, and I had missed 20 calls. That dickhead is probably calling me because of work, and I am not feeling it. I called him back, and he picked it up right away. "Hey asshole, what the fuck were you doing that you could not answer your goddamn phone?"Diego asked with a frustrated tone.

So, judging by the tone, the boss is very angry with me. "I was freshening up, can't I do that again? I would be there by ten," I said. "You better or the boss is going to whip your ass and suit up. The boss wants you to bring your own gun this time." And that was the end of the call. I went to my kit, wore a black boot, a black jacket, and pants, and got my AK-47, time to begin my day. I left my dorm, took my Ferrari, and drove.

I arrived at the headquarters, stepped out of my car, and confidently walked into the hall. I hid my gun in the mini bag I carried; it was red in color. A lot of people were working there. My boss makes his company look all good with staff, but nah, he ain't good-hearted. I entered the elevator and went to the top floor. As the elevator sounded and opened, I saw the boss at the side of the table, as well as my fighting buddies Diego, Reyon, Arnold, and Maron. We were the best the boss had, and he always sent us on missions. We were close friends, but Diego was my best.

That motherfucker, I have no idea what he did to become my best friend, but we are inseparable. I went to my assigned chair. The table was long, my boss sitting at the center, then to the left and right were six chairs equally. I took the seat at the left where Diego and Armod were already sitting. I knew the boss is going to be fucking angry...

The boss, with an angry tone, spoke, "Lucas, you are late again. The next time you are late, you are going to be in fucking trouble." His voice was so loud, and I could feel it going through my brain. Ouch, it hurts. "Okay, ok, calm down, so who do we have to kill that is making you so worked up?" I asked. For I always come late to meetings almost all the time, and I knew it hasn't gotten to his head yet. So I'm guessing something has annoyed him greatly.

Then the boss took a deep breath before responding, "Do you guys remember those people we made a deal with?" The boss asked, "Yeah, those assholes that tricked us and we did not even fucking kill them, what a shame," Reyon said with a smirk. Reyon always the heartless one, the one that always has a catchphrase to say while fighting. I learned from him. Marion teasingly remarked, "Oh, I like where this is going, boss. Say it, say we should go and tear their heads apart." "Amazing sense of humor, I assumed you were scared of the skull in the head," Arnold said to Marion while blowing his fingernails and acting like he didn't care for what was going on around him. Always keeping that nice but selfish character. "No, I am just afraid of the eyes; they are scary," Marion answered. "And you call yourself strong-hearted, what a pity," I then said.

Maroon is always the joker, but when it comes to fighting, he is very skilled. You might think he is stable and innocent, but that boy is one crazy nigga. "It is enough. Here's the plan: you guys would take the van, and I would send you the address so you could make sure to murder them all," the boss stated with an evil smirk. You could see the hatred in his eyes; that's how he always looked. His brown eye glowed  like a demon when he wants people dead. We all uttered "yes, sir," in unison.