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I kick him in his stomach again as three of my men watch him, he was screaming but no one would hear him in this abandoned warehouse in the middle of the woods. I grab his hair lifting his head up he had so many bruises and blood on his face that I did and some of my men did that I ordered, "please...I am sorry please-" he said begging for mercy, "You should have thought about what was going to happen to you as soon as you putted your dirty hands on my sister." I cut him off, he looked pathetic. "Because of you tom she has bruises all over her body. Her face. And my sister is fucking stupid for moving with your ass knowing you where a good for nothing but I don't blame her. She fucking loved you and you took advantage of her." Tom was just crying not even looking at me, what a pussy. "You wanna know what else Tom? When I found out you have been hitting my sister she fucking begged me to not do nothing to you", Tom looked at me. His eyes red from crying but I wanted them to be red from blood.
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"Julia I-...I love her", brave pussy boy. But it would make it more fun killing him. I kick him in his face and he falls from his knees to the ground once again, all he did was scream of pain which mad me happy seeing him like this. In pain. Just like he had put my sister in when he would punch her, slap her, push her, throw shit at her, but he deserves worst than I am putting him through, right now also-
ring ring ring
It was my younger brother Camilo, I was more close to him than to my other two brothers. I answered the phone, "This better be important" one thing I hated was being interrupted while I was speaking or was doing something like killing this asshole for example, "Where the hell are you? the masquerade ball has already started and it's late you said you would get here at 8:00pm and it's 8:30-" I cut him off, "Yea yea I will get there", I said annoyed, rolling my eyes, then I looked over at Tom who looked already half dead laying on the ground.
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"Hurry up people keep asking me for you" Camilo says before hanging up, asshole acts like as if he is the oldest. I look over at Tom and I sigh as I pull out my pistol from my right pocket then I look over at him and point my gun at him, "I will make this a quick death for you since I am in a hurry" before he could react I shot him in the head, I looked at three of my men and gave them a nod giving them a sign to clean the bloody mess and I walked out of the warehouse. I drove home in my black mustang. I dressed up for the masquerade ball, I wore a slim fit black suit and put on my gold Rolex watch. And touched up my black hair and got into my limo and my driver drove me there, I got out my phone and texted my brother Camilo,
Me: will Antonio be there?
Camilo: would you still go?
Me: do I have a choice?
Camilo: no not really if mom's here when she wants all her "precious" kids here.
I groan as I put my phone back in my pocket. I hated my brother Antonio who was the oldest at 35.
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I was 31 and Camilo was 28 making Antonio the oldest, he beats me at 4 years not that it matters, all that did fucking matter was the fact when I was dating my now ex girlfriend Jenna, he was fucking with her behind my back. I hated them both because I actually loved Jenna.. just to find out she was fucking around with my brother. My own brother. The most two people I fucking loved and trusted went behind my back, ever since I didn't believe in trusting anyone or loving anyone because in the end, they stab you in the fucking back. Finally we had made it there, I stepped out of the limo and walked inside the big mansion...a ballroom adorned with twinkling crystal chandeliers, the soft light casting an elegant glow over the attendees and women wearing dresses with they're jewelry having a mask that covers they're eyes mostly everyone had one and men wearing tuxedo suits. I didn't bother getting a mask. No fucking thanks.
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People greet me and I greet them forcing a smile knowing dam well all I wanted to do was go home and perhaps go to a bar would do. Me and my brother camilo talk, "When are you gonna make shit up with Antonio" Camilo said taking a sip of his glass of red wine on his left hand, "Never. After the shit he pulled. He's dead to me" I said coldly looking over at antonio from far, watching him talk and laugh with other guests. He acted like nothing happened, Fun fact; even when I caught him banging to my now ex girlfriend he didn't even try to apologize and just laughed it out. A girl went to his side, she had a white long dress that sparkles with a high ponytail, she had blue eyes and pink dyed hair. she was my brothers girlfriend Amelia. "I am so sorry to interrupt, but Camilo can we go for a dance", she said to Camilo and he looked at me, but before he could say anything to me, "Go." I say with a small smile, my brother Camilo after all did deserve a dance. Then his girlfriend drags him to where couples were dancing not even giving him time to leave his drink down, guess she really wanted that dance.
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