Wildfire

(13)

Kenneth Deora

I had completely refused to do any press until further notice. But I probably should've.

Every time I thought about it I heard breaking glass and my mother's screams. I pictured the flowing blood and my mother's pale face.

"Look what you did! Kenneth! You- you killed your father." Her eyes wide, staring at me.

I hated the sight of blood. And screams. It scared me in a way that was hard to explain.

It reminded me how my mother left the second she was on the line. How she took the staff so no one told the police that I didn't- What if you did?

I fucking hated violence.

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Mariana Montanari

A hit on the head with the back of a gun was enough for an adult man to black out.

I'm just glad Gianna hacked the cameras around the alley.

By the time I was done tying up the first brother, the second one had walked out. He saw me walking towards him and straightened up.

That was a lot of confidence for someone who is 5"10 if I was being nice. I saw the shock in his eyes before I started moving but that wasn't enough.

I wanted fear, then terror, and then desperation. And I will fucking get it. All 8 of them would die and go to their rightful place which was hell. Where I would let them have peace until I found them down there.

They might have been spawns of Satan but I was Lucifer's daughter and they were gonna feel it.

The chloroform kicked in and he let his dead weight fall on me. "Are you okay?" Gianna asked through the ear piece.

"Yes. Not the first time he's crushing me." I managed to get him in the trunk and tie him up. Usually I didn't usually do the kidnappings myself but people under me work for the mafia and not for my revenge.

"You gotta stop with those jokes, Riana." I mocked her before turning the keys. "Maybe someday." She scoffed. "You know I can hear you right?"

"I know. These are my set ups. You can hear it if my neighbour sneezes." She was right. Anything technical and you blindly go to Gianna. Her set up was actually immaculate and too fucking unnecessary for now.

"Well, disconnect this. I have work to do."

A beep ended the connection between us and I dragged them into the empty warehouse.

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I stepped back. Looking at my work and two men tied up on chairs.

Christopher and Norlan's only achievement in life was being born and spending their dad's money. They just spent it at the wrong place.

"Camila, Darling!" Norlan the younger one of the two chirped, already starting to butter her up. "My boys, how are you?" She got them drinks.

Lesson: Anyone who gets drinks on the house from Camila is trouble.

I had heard about these two. And nothing good. I had seen the girls when they were done. Some of them ended up being hospitalized, beaten to the point they were barely recognizable.

"We'll be better once you give us something pretty." The older one replied coldly, cutting straight to chase.

"Christopher, always straight to business. Go around, take a look, take what you want." Camila went back to her conversation with the dirty blonde still buttering her.