Falling for the devil.(+18)

Play with fire.

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Warning contains :The following chapters contain description violence and blood, including strong language and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised, as the content may be disturbing to some.
At the warehouse.
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The night air crackled with tension as Hunter led his crew toward the dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of town. Shadows flickered along the walls, and the faint sound of machinery hummed from within, mixing with the distant pulse of the city. Hunter's icy blue eyes gleamed with anticipation as he surveyed his crew, each member clad in dark gear, faces set with grim determination.
"Remember your roles" Hunter commanded, his voice low but dripping with authority. "Stay sharp and follow my lead. We're ghosts tonight."
As they moved closer, Hunter relished the power coursing through him. The adrenaline was intoxicating, and he could feel the devil inside him stirring—itching for the thrill of violence.
''Alec, can you loop their surveillance?" he whispered, barely audible above the sounds of the night, a wicked grin playing on his lips.Alec nodded, fingers flying over his handheld device. "Give me a second... Got it! They're blind for the next five minutes" he said, flashing a confident grin.
"Blaze, you're up-" Hunter ordered, nodding at Bryan. "Get us in."
Bryan stepped forward, planting explosives on the door's hinges. With a silent countdown, he pressed the detonator. A muted blast sent the door flying open, smoke billowing into the night.
"Let's go!" Hunter urged, his voice laced with excitement as he led the charge into the darkness.
Inside, the warehouse was cavernous, filled with crates stacked high, their contents hidden in shadow. The scent of gasoline mingled with the low hum of machinery, pulsing like a heartbeat. Hunter's instincts kicked in as he quickly scanned the area, heart racing with anticipation for the violence to come.
''Isaiah, check the perimeter for guards" Hunter ordered, his eyes locking onto a flickering light at the far end of the room.
"On it," Isaiah whispered, disappearing into the shadows.
Hunter moved deeper into the warehouse, flanked by Marcus and Rico. The low rumble of voices echoed from an adjacent room, a stark reminder of the danger lurking just beyond the walls.
"Dante, let's find out what they're hiding," Hunter said, motioning for Dante to cover him.As they approached a large crate marked with Cortez's insignia,

Hunter's heart raced with anticipation. He motioned for Rico to stand guard while he and Dante pried the crate open. The lid creaked as they lifted it, revealing stacks of cash and drugs, but that wasn't what caught Hunter's eye.
In the corner of the crate, a small, dusty box lay hidden beneath the larger piles. Hunter's curiosity piqued; he reached for it, brushing off the dust. "What the hell is this?" he muttered to himself, a frown creasing his brow.
Before he could investigate further, a sudden shout echoed through the warehouse. "Hey! What are you doing in here?"
Hunter's lips curled into a predatory grin. "Everyone, we're compromised! Move!" he yelled, adrenaline surging as he drew his weapon.Chaos erupted as Cortez's men burst into the room, guns drawn. Hunter fired first, taking down the closest guard with lethal precision, relishing the sharp crack of the gunshot and the man's shocked expression. The air exploded with gunfire, ricocheting off the metal walls.
"Get to cover!" Hunter shouted, ducking behind a stack of crates. Bullets whizzed by, but he thrived in the chaos, laughter bubbling from his throat as he reveled in the violence. This was his world, and he was its devil.''Bryan set up a distraction!''Hunter ordered, his voice cutting through the chaos, eyes gleaming with delight.Bryan quickly grabbed a flashbang from his belt, pulling the pin and tossing it toward the center of the room. A blinding light erupted, followed by a deafening bang. Hunter used the momentary confusion to leap out from behind cover, his eyes scanning for targets, heart racing with the thrill of impending death.
"Rico, push left!" Hunter barked, coordinating with his crew as they maneuvered through the warehouse.
"We need to take them down before they alert the others!"
As they fought, Hunter's mind raced with exhilaration. He was in his element—adrenaline pumping, danger surrounding him-and the darkness within him flourished. He caught sight of Marcus engaged in a brutal struggle with one of Cortez's men, and without hesitation, Hunter surged forward, delivering a swift kick that sent the thug sprawling.
"This is too easy!" he laughed, the sound echoing off the walls as he took pleasure in the chaos unfolding around him.
Finally, with a decisive move, Hunter disarmed the man and sent him crashing to the ground. "Get out! Now!" he shouted, urgency mingling with the thrill of the fight.
Hunter stood in the center of the warehouse, his icy blue eyes scanning the carnage around him. Bodies of Cortez's men lay strewn across the floor, blood mixing with dirt and broken glass. The stench of gunpowder and sweat hung in the air, but that wasn't what occupied his mind. No, he had a decision to make, and it was time to send a message.He got his shirt off and without word, Hunter pulled a silver flask from his jacket pocket, unscrewing the cap with a calmness that unnerved even his own men. He took a slow swig before handing it off to Xander, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Hunter: *"Bring me the gasoline."*
Isaiah was the first to respond, his usually stoic face showing a flicker of curiosity as he handed Hunter a heavy canister. Hunter's fingers wrapped around the handle with ease, and without a second glance, he began to pour the gasoline over the crates,the guards,the bodies, and even the walls. Each drop was deliberate, almost methodical, as if this was more than just destruction—this was a statement.
His men watched in tense silence, their eyes flicking between each other as the smell of gasoline filled the air, thick and suffocating. No one dared question him, though. They knew better. This was Hunter in his element—ruthless, precise, and without mercy.
Hunter: *"Burn it all."*
His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that hit them all like a brick. Xander's lips curled into a smirk, his respect for his friend growing even more, while bryan chuckled under his breath. This,this was why Hunter was their boss. This was why they followed him without question.
With a flick of his wrist, Hunter pulled out his lighter, igniting a small flame. For a moment, he simply stared at it, the fire reflecting in his cold blue eyes like a devil staring into the depths of his own soul. Then, without hesitation, he tossed the lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
The flames roared to life instantly, devouring everything in their path. They climbed up the walls, consuming the wooden beams, and curled around the lifeless bodies and the alive one.The heat intensified, the crackling of fire echoing in the warehouse like the growl of a beast unleashed.
Hunter stood at the heart of the inferno, unflinching, a dark silhouette against the burning chaos. He lighted a cigarette with the fire beside him like it was the most logical thing to do after all that chaos.

His men watched in awe, a mixture of fear and admiration in their eyes.
Alec whispered under his breath, barely audible over the flames: *"Damn... that's why he's the boss."*
Hunter: *"Let this be a reminder to anyone who thinks they can cross me. Cortez isn't the only one who can play with fire."*
With that, Hunter turned on his heel, walking away as the fire raged behind him, his men falling in line without a word. The warehouse, the bodies, the guards,everything would be reduced to ash.
But Hunter? Hunter would rise from it, more powerful than ever.