Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Thirteen

The moon hung low in the night sky as I prowled through the dimly lit streets, my senses heightened by the intoxicating scent of blood and the thrill of impending chaos. Gérald's proposal had led me to join forces with the Crimson Mafia, and now I found myself on a mission to eliminate a rival faction that threatened our dominance.

The small mafia group, known for their cunning tactics and territorial expansion, had become a thorn in the side of the Crimson Mafia. My job was simple: kill the mafia and find out if they knew anything about the other mafias.

As I approached the rival mafia's hideout, hidden within the shadows, I could hear hushed whispers and the occasional clink of weapons. Their false sense of security made them easy prey for someone like me.

I moved silently through the darkness, my crimson eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. The scent of human fear filled the air, a symphony that heightened my predatory instincts. My footsteps echoed softly as I approached the entrance, concealed by the cloak of night.

With a swift and silent motion, I entered the hideout, finding myself surrounded by dimly lit corridors and rooms filled with henchmen unaware of their impending doom. My heart raced with anticipation as I navigated the labyrinthine structure.

I located the heart of their operation—a room where the leaders gathered to discuss their illicit plans. Peering through the slightly ajar door, I observed their meeting. A group of men, adorned with various tattoos and scars, discussed their next move with arrogance and confidence.

I stepped into the room, my silhouette cast against the wall like a haunting specter. The air thickened with tension as their gazes turned toward me, their eyes widening in realization. Fear painted their faces, a sight I relished.

"I've heard you've been causing trouble for the Crimson Mafia," I said, my voice dripping with menace. "That ends tonight."

I heard a voice in my ear coming from the thing Gérald made me put in.
"Hello,"

"What? How can I hear you?"

"Wow, he really didn't explain anything. Well, it is me, Isidor. The chip in your ear is how we will communicate. Gérald!"

"Yes,"

"Why didn't you explain this?"

"I don't know. I did feel like it." Oh, Gérald, you never change.

"All right, whatever, are you in there?"

"Yup, hiding behind her."

The room erupted in chaos as the henchmen reached for their weapons, but their futile attempts were met with swift and deadly precision. My movements were a blur as I incapacitated them one by one, leaving a trail of broken bodies in my wake.

The leaders, realizing the futility of resistance, attempted to flee. I pursued them through the labyrinth, a relentless force fueled by the thirst for power and the desire to secure the Crimson Mafia's dominance. Gérald and I had our backs pressed against each other as we turned and shot all the mafia fools. That was all I could say to describe them as fools. They would all die.

In a final confrontation, I cornered the leader, his trembling form silhouetted by the dim light. His plea for mercy fell on deaf ears as I seized him by the throat, lifting him off the ground with an effortless display of strength.

"Tell your kind that the Crimson Nightmares rule the night," I whispered, my voice a chilling promise. With a swift motion, I snapped his neck, leaving his lifeless body crumpled on the floor. His blood would be sour. Drunk bastards like him always tasted terrible. Gérald gave me a nod of approval as he dropped another ground to the ground.

As we exited the hideout, the echoes of the Crimson Mafia's victory reverberated through the night. The rival mafia had been eliminated, and the city would soon learn that challenging the Crimson Nightmares came with a grave price.

My allegiance to the Crimson Mafia had proven to be a great decision, but I couldn't shake the feeling that darker days lay ahead. The shadows clung to me, whispering secrets and foretelling a future steeped in blood and chaos. Gérald lifted his hand for me to bump it.

"I call that mission a success."

I nodded and smiled. "Payment?"

"Of course, me, lady," He lifted his arm to my mouth as I sank my teeth into the soft flesh.

"It's been a while; the Kroviask is back in business. Ready to kick some asses?"

"You bet." A call rang into my phone. I checked the ID; it was Aram.

"Hello, Elizaveta here."

"Yes, it is Aram. Mission success?" His voice was cold and stern.

"Affirmative."

"I know you guys just finished another mission, but there is a doctor who has been working against us. He killed four of our men with fake medicine. I will send you the address. He wouldn't have anyone there. Kill him."

"Copy, on our way." I lowered the phone and looked at Gérald with a smile on his face. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"He wants us to be like a doctor who has been working against us; it should only take a minute."

"Hell ya. It is always the doctors who think they can get away with things."