RUTHLESS :No Other

Prologue

RUTH

"Please.." the woman pleaded as I pressed the end of my gun against her forehead.

She was shaking and sobbing helplessly as she begged for her life on her knees before me.

If I were a normal person, I would have felt symphathetic of her.

I would have bothered to care--and who knows?
Maybe even feel horrible about myself...

but I don't.

Pity.

I don't do pity.

I don't give mercy.

Not easily at least.

I'm ruthless in every sense of the word.

You cross me, and I'll make sure you won't live to see the sun rise through your mortal eyes ever again.

"Please..."

Her sobs and tears are getting on my nerves.

Tears are for the weak,

and I hate weak people.

Actually, they, her and her sorry excuse ass for a husband are getting on my fucking nerves.

I pulled back and brought down my free hand to her cheek hard.

She collapsed face first on the floor.
She whimpered.

I want to know whose the fucker who thought he can just get away unscathed after stealing my drugs and killing three of my men.

"Shut.the.fuck.up!" I practically roared.

I turned to the man on my right, her husband.
Who was bound on his chair, bleeding and all.

His face all swollen from my beating,
thighs bleeding from the bullet I've imbedded with the very same gun I had pressed on his wife's forehead.

"Where is the location of this warehouse you said your comrads are taking my drugs and who do you work for." I demanded as I ran my fingers to the length of my silencer.

I had managed to beat his name out of him and shot some of not so useful but considerable enough information out from him too.
But the bastard won't still spill and tell me those two fucking questions already.
So I got her wife faster than normally possible., and so here we are.

"We can do this the easy or the hard way..."I said trailing off as I watched him glared daggers at me. Smiling under my mask, I continued.

"Neither would be pretty for you, of course. If you're smart, you'd choose the former and get this over and done with, be grateful for l'll end your life real quick."

"Choose the latter, I kill your wife and cover your body with bullet holes.. but of course, I'd make sure you're still conscious enough to feel five or more bullets when I do."

"Go to hell, bitch." he spat.

"Wrong answer." I said and shot him in his left arm. He half growled half scream at the pain. I grinned.

"Now, would you like to try again?"

"No. Bitch."

I sighed.

He's wasting his breath for stupid words he has no idea I don't give a damn about.

I pulled the trigger on his wife and shot her on her left thigh.

She screamed an ear splitting scream you'd think she's ruined her vocal cords already..

I turned to Diego again, smiling under my mask.
He glared murderously at me as his body shook with pain? Rage? I don't give a flying fuck.

"Still no?"

He remained silent. And he's no use for me if he remained so.

So I pushed off my black hood with my free hand, releasing my long black straight hair in tight high ponytail and pulled down my matching mask.

An indication that it'll be the end of the life of whomever poor soul was unfortunate enough to be against me... and behold my disarming beauty if you will.

He took a sharp intake of breath as he beheld me.

I smiled my cruel smile. He shivered.

"The latter then.."I said.

I turned back to his wife, sorry for her for having such a husband.. but not really.

I grinned evily down at her, unaffected by the pleading look in her teary eyes, the fear that shook her whole body and the heartbreak that choked her into loud sobs.

I decided to put her out of her misery, I pulled the trigger.

It was an instant, immediate death.

The woman laid on the floor in a twisted position with her blood rapidly pooling all around her.

I turned to Diego who's looking up at me in fear.

In fear for his own life, but not for his wife's.

I was just more than happy to level my gun to his gut.

His eyes widen, he was about to talk, then I fired, and fired, and fired until the breath left his lungs and his chest stopped heaving and he was as still as a rock.

I have emptied my magazine in his body.

Bullets well spent.

I don't care if he has decided then to talk.

He chose his fate and I don't go back on my words.

I looked down at his blood soaked almost unrecognizable corpse.

"You should have talked earlier, now it's too late. Pity." I told his lifeless body.

Feeling anything but symphathetic.

I nodded my head and instantly men emerged from the shadows and dragged away the bodies.

"Your father has called for you boss." Mark informed, emerging from the dark and into the light beside me.

"Very well." I said tucking back my gun to it's holster.

"Assemble a team for me. Let Stitch have some list of possible locations for this warehouse the junk was talking about and narrow it down. The fewer, the better. I want these theives crushed as soon as possible. Meet me in the meeting room by 3." I said.

"Yes boss." Mark replied.

I nodded and headed towards the door all the while feeling my men's eyes at my back.

They know better than to even look at me straight in the eyes.

I don't allow them to look directly at me, unless told to do so.. then they better fucking do. I'm not named Ruth for nothing...

I have, yet again, instilled fear to my men.

Well, they should.

Fear me.

For I am Ruth and I am Ruthless.

Now, what does the old man want from me..

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A:A~nnnnd there you have it! ^ ▽ ^/