Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Dance of Death

TW: Gun violence, Murder / Homicide, Blood

»»-----¤-----««Mallory's Pov»»-----¤-----««

After driving for a good few minutes, I finally reach my deserted warehouse. I park discreetly to avoid attracting any unwanted attention. Even though it's deserted, Sparky is inside. If I slip up and they catch a glimpse of where I am, it's over. 

Those damn bastards actually infested one of my warehouses huh?

I step out of my car and casually rest against the hood of my vehicle. "Fuck." I mutter under my breath and I hear the distinct click of my lighter before I ignite my cigarette. As I take a long drag from my cigarette, I inhale deeply, feeling the smoke fill my lungs. With a gentle exhale, a misty cloud of smoke envelops me, swirling around before the wind carries it away. I keep thinking of what Bethany said earlier. I am well aware of the risks involved, and I understand that the potential negative outcomes outweigh the positives if I were to enter that place on my own. But I can't just stand here and wait for Bethany with backup. 

I toss my cigarette onto the pavement and extinguish it with my heel. I push myself away from the car and gradually approach the warehouse. With utmost caution, I ensure to navigate discreetly, steering clear of the exposed path. Instead, I choose to linger in the shadows, a task made effortless by the night's embrace that blankets the entire city. As I inhale, the chilly air sends a refreshing sensation through my lungs, gradually cooling them down. Above me, the night sky is adorned with countless stars, resembling a masterpiece by Van Gogh. However, I come to a halt as a notification on my phone catches my attention.

"Boss, I'm in position." 

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Where are you?" I scan my surroundings, searching for any sign of Bethany's whereabouts. Knowing her resourcefulness, she probably positioned herself in a spot that's practically invisible. Bethany's expertise in sniper rifles and survival surpassed anyone else's, which is why I have complete faith in her abilities. She's as near as my own shadow can come. As I gaze downward, a minuscule red dot dances back and forth, beckoning for my focus. I shift my gaze to the right, narrowing my eyes in an attempt to trace its origin. The slender red laser beam extends all the way up to a vacant building in the vicinity.

I send a text to Bethany with an amused grin on my face, "Looks like you've found yourself a comfy spot."

"The backup team will be arriving a bit later, but still in time." She informs, followed by, "I'm watching you closely, boss. Just give me a signal when needed."

As I inhale deeply, I cautiously approach the side of the warehouse. With most of the windows shattered or missing, I find a gap to sneak a glimpse inside. Just one look is all it takes for a surge of rage to ignite within me. I glance over and spot Sparky tied to a chair, her top torn from the struggle, and a slightly swollen lower lip, likely from a punch to the face. I narrow my eyes and strain to identify the individuals standing beside her.

Like a well-choreographed routine, the warehouse doors swing open and a fresh wave of individuals step inside. This time, around a couple additional gentlemen join the scene, all donning sleek black attire just like the initial pair. Towering at a height of approximately 6 feet or even taller, these newcomers exude an air of confidence. However, amidst the group, there are a few smaller figures, measuring in at around 5'7.

Oh fucking great.

Frustration fills me as I strain to decipher their conversation, their words just beyond my reach. Determined, I must find a way to eavesdrop. Stealthily, I navigate towards a discreet back exit, silently maneuvering my way around. But as luck would have it, one of the guards catches my eye, and a quiet curse escapes my lips.