Bad Kitty (Zarry)

Chapter 49

December 28th 

Fifty men all together, hiding under a mansion roof with the big man in his office only to deal with drug calls and planning new sells that won't get much pay for what half his men earn on daily bases. It's not that he doesn't want them to gain a whole lot of his cash, he just can't trust any of them with how they spend their shit or what they build up for only to back stab him for his drugs. 

Marcus Skyes is a man of many names, a man with spy's around to hurt those who have stolen nor ran away from deals they haven't paid off. Feared from all around the world, known for what he does and also appreciated for the work he has put his life into. 

The bravery of this man will never die down, no matter how hard people try to ignore the fact that he walks the same planet as everybody else....there's no such thing as 'Avoiding' when it comes to the big boss himself. 

Taking on any challenge that is randomly thrown his way, breaking into minds of stuck up teens and mentally challenged wannabe's. There's no escaping when he's already got you under his watch, there's no pleading for a life you will have to give up when he's got it all in his hands. No one has survived Skyes living style, sure he's had plenty of welcoming hookers and cunt licking girls that don't work for shit.

 Sure he's beat and tortured them roughly, he's taken them from their families, lit them on fire while they were sleeping, drowned them in their own filthy bath water, you name it...he's probably already done it. 

Skye's never once thought about letting somebody go because of his guilt, he's never felt bad for anybody before. He can watch an Eighty year old man fall and break his hip, he still wouldn't care. 

His laughter and amusement is what brings life into the man, watching others in pain and desperately calling out for help...that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. 

He loves watching others suffer, loves hearing them scream and cry, loves seeing how their eyes tear up when dying. He can't help it, he's an evil man with a cold heart. 

Which brings us to his office room, the man who works behind the wooden blood stained door...Had been working on his laptop, setting up dates and appointments for his shipping's to begin.

 Setting out twenty pounds of coke, having three of his best men work for him as he puts most of his trust in them. Why can't he attend? Because he's got other plans with a beautiful, sassy, feisty, kitty boy. 

''Stone! Get your fucking stink ass in here, now!'' 

Skye's yelled over his barking pup that was locked up in a cage. Annoyed of it's hauling and weeping, he wanted to jab a pencil through it's eye only to watch the blood seep from it's face. 

Why bother buying a cheap little mutt when he's got a perfectly well being cat in the other room, that's right...because he's gotta train another dog for outside since one of his attack dogs had died late last night, cause of death...old age.

''Yes....yes boss? Is there something wrong?'' 

Stone had been shaken up from the other night, his boss choking him out over nothing but the coke stains up his nose. 

''Take this fucking dog outside, let him run around and teach him a few new tricks. I don't want to  be hearing that fucking bark all day. He's getting on my damn nerves, kind of like how you and your bitch partner get on my nerves. Not doing shit right, i should have murdered you both after having trouble with that fucking cat like cunt in the other room! Jesus fucking Christ, get the fuck out of here before i literally end your life on my white carpet.''