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Natural Born Killer

~ Highly Suspect

Flame

I still can't believe that my father sent Nacho and me on a mission so close before Christmas, after all. Nacho next to me yawns as he continues to observe the storage hall. This is the fourth day in a row that nothing has happened, and this pisses me off. We got nothing at all, I wipe my face, Sophia has already called me three or four times to ask if we'll make it back in time for Christmas. And I honestly answered her with, I don't know. But now it's clear that I don't gonna make it after all, it's Christmas Eve tomorrow. Not that it bothers me that much, because I'm not into all these holidays. But normally, I always celebrate with my sister. I sigh deeply, the only thing that drives away the boredom are the memories of the day, or rather the night before we left. A grin creeps onto my lips, at least now I know that I was right. And Snowflake's face is even prettier with my cum all over his face, oh and how pretty he was. Nacho pulls me back to reality when he nudges me in the side, I turn my head to him. "What?" I ask quietly, Nacho furrows his brows. "I just wanted to pull you out of your daydreams before you start drooling. Or before you get a hard-on, because none of us want that. The only cocks I want to see are my own and that of the handsome cop's son." Comes from my best friend, I roll my eyes.

"Oh, shut up..." I say. Nacho laughs, "What? I'm serious, brother, I don't want to see your cock. Not even when your pants are still on." He says jokingly, I snort in amusement. "I don't want to show you my cock either... even though I'm sure it would shut up your big mouth." I say just as jokingly, Nacho runs his hand through his hair. "But seriously, who were you thinking of?" He asks, I sigh. He's been trying to get that out of me for months, I just shake my head. Nacho shrugs his shoulders, "It was worth a try... even though I still think it's Snow." I roll my eyes. "You'd better concentrate on the job..." Nacho groans annoyed, "nothing's going to happen anyway. I might as well be at home helping with the Christmas preparations right now." He says, he's right. But a job is a job, no matter when or who. There are no holidays at the work we do. Nacho folds his arms in front of his chest, "I mean, we haven't seen this guy yet either. And the handover is not scheduled to take place for a few hours. So why are we here already?" He asks me, I click my tongue in annoyance. "Hermano, I don't know either. At the moment, I'm just following orders, just like you and the rest of the members." I say, Nacho suddenly grins. "Well, have you pissed off your daddy again, Flame?"

His tone is sarcastic, and I snort, "I always piss him off, you should know that by now. But this time it has nothing to do with me, he met Tero." I say, Nacho licks his lips. "That bad?" he asks, "yes, Tero really tried everything to make father like him. But Sophia is father's little princess, and no one is good enough for her. The end of the story was that Sophia was pissed at our father. And father was pissed at the whole world...it was a very quiet meal between me and Tero. When Sophia and father both stormed off." I explain to him, Nacho laughs quietly. "Oh shit, really that bad?" I nod dully, "so bad that Sophia is probably spending Christmas with Tero." Comes from me, Nacho looks at me. "You know you always have a place at my family's table, right?" he asks, I nod slightly. "Thanks brother..." Nacho grins, "oh... Má is always happy to see you." I smile, yes, Mary is a good woman. My gaze flickers to the long hall when I see a shadow creeping around it. I grin, "showtime..." whisper as I grab my gun.

Bored, I lean against the cold wall of the warehouse into which we dragged Diego Perez. After we overpowered him in the dark, Diego is one of the Vipers' most familiar faces for us. Because he's always made a big deal out of been a Viper, Nacho cracks his knuckles. Before he gives Diego another hard blow to the jaw, this little rat is playing tough. And doesn't want to tell us anything, but so far we've got everyone to talk. Nacho clicks his tongue loudly while I smoke a cigarette in peace. I run my hand through my hair, "come on, Perez, just tell us what we want to know. And you're fine out..." comes out of my mouth in a lie. "I'm telling you shit, Hernandez," says Diego after spitting on the floor in front of Nacho. Nacho growls angrily, "if you hit my shoes, Cabrón... then you'll lick them clean." Nacho says as he looks at the stain of a mixture of spit and blood. I silently put out my cigarette on the wall and take a few steps towards the others. Nacho pulls away slightly from Perez when he sees me coming towards them. "If you don't want to talk, Diego, then you don't need your tongue anymore. I bet your boss would be happy if we sent him your nicely packaged tongue, what do you say? Does he like a red or a blue bow more?" I ask quietly threateningly, I don't raise my voice. I learned early on that screaming doesn't help in most situations. Diego laughs maliciously, "fuck you, I'm not afraid of you." He replies, Nacho grins amused. "Then you're dumber than I thought, Perez..." comes from my best friend. Sighing, I grab the garden shears that are on the small trolley next to Diego and turn them slightly in my hand before I walk towards Perez. "You know, Diego, I've always wanted to know if these things here."