I sit on the couch in between Max and Marissa sighing as I stare at the three tied up bloody figures. I put one of my guns away but keep one, twirling it in my hands. I stand up tossing the gun back and fourth while pacing slowly in front of them and I stop in front of one point my gun at him and roll my eyes when freezes and I see the fear in his eyes. I drop my arm back to my side, groaning loudly.
"I'll make you a fucking deal. I won't kill you if you can return the money plus interest and the drugs." I stand in front of the middle putting my hand on my hip.
"W-we- we used them- them already. Some were so-sold." He stutters out and I put my other gun away pulling out my knife from my belt, take the blade out and stab it right in between his kneecap, causing blood curling scream. I take my other knife from my boot and repeat it with the one on his right then I put my hand out to Max. He places another knife in my hand and I stab it in the same place for the last guy. They scream out again, one begins crying, and another throws up. I give them a straight faced look staring at the leader in the eyes, the effect of this whole torture scene doesn't affect me anymore I've been through this and have done this a million times. At this point I'm actually bored.
"Well that was a stupid idea. How am I going to get my money back?" I raise an eyebrow at them as if I'm waiting for an answer. "Here, I'll be nice. You pay the money back with interest and pay for the drugs you took with interest as well. Sound fair?"
"We... Don't.... Have money." The crying one sobs out and I grab the knife in his knee twisting causing a disgusting cracking sound, more screams.
"Now how is that my fucking problem?" I look at his face smiling and step back, looking at all of them the other two staring at me in fear. "Go look around the house maybe they're hiding some shit." I look over at Max and he nods his head getting up. "Want to tell us now if there's any money or others in the house? Because if there is and you fucking lied this will go one for so much longer and so much worse that death will seem like paradise."
"One.." The one that threw up chokes out and I look at him. "One person... My girlfriend. Don't... harm her.... Please."
"Where?"
"Upstairs.. Third room on the right." He says and I look at Max he nods his head and walks up the stairs with his gun in hand, I nod at Marissa and she nods back getting up walking after him.
"You were quick to rat her out anyway we'll see. Now listen guys I get that you wanted to live the high life but you stole from the wrong person. Now tell me who gave you this idiotic idea?" I sit on the couch crossing one leg over the other and begin scraping off some dry blood on my hands waiting for them to talk. When I don't hear any sound I look up to seem them shaking their head. "Come on guys don't try to be hero who was it?" They shake their head again and I take a deep breath trying to relax. "Do you know who I am?"
"Aria.." One says.
"Excellent, Aria?" I brush my hands together to get the flakes of blood off.
"Aria... Mon-Montano, leader of the Lost Souls. We didn't think you'd come!! Maybe somebody else but not you!!" One of the screams out.
"Where's the fun in that?" I laugh and look up at the stairs as I hear loud crashes then Max and Marissa come to the top of the stairs holding a blonde girl with both arms. She keeps struggling and they look at me with the most irritated look and I point to the bottom of the stairs and Max sighs in relief letting go of the girl. Marissa let's go as well and the blonde girl comes tumbling down the stairs. She lands on her face and I stand walking over to her stepping on her hand. "Hello." She looks up with angry face and I tilt my head with an eyebrow raised, I know this girl. "Tie her up." I say stepping off her hand and sitting on the couch again.
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Gang leader Vs. Gang leader
General FictionLife has become a monotonous routine for Aria and Xander. They became rival gangs long ago and have been at a stalemate that doesn't look like it will end. Becoming murderers at a young age causes a lot of trauma and regrets that are beginning to c...