Regrets (H20Vanoss) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 9 - Hiring Him

Tyler POV

I looked over the plans once again. It looked like a 2nd grader made them. My instruction was to create a plan to kill this powerful fucker and they come up with this?

"How the fuck do you think this is supposed to work?" I shouted.

Everyone in the room flinched. I could tell the person who created the plans, John, was nervous. I internally smirked as I saw the fear in his eyes.

"Well, u-uh I gathered information about him and his 'business'. The information showed that he d-didn't seem to be a large threat" John choked and stuttered on his words.

"They why the fuck would I give you TWO fucking weeks to gather information, then TWO more weeks to come up with them?!" I yelled. Calming down I spoke to him again "Tell me, John, do you value your life?"

He quickly nodded and took a step back.

"Then leave" I turned my back to him and I heard the door close. "get rid of him, he's not good for us" I instructed and some people left to do so

"Sir, what are we going to do now?" I heard Brock say.

"Were gonna make him do it" I never wanted to say those words.

"Really? He almost ruined us. Plus last time I checked, he wasn't a hitman" Brock retorted.

"Your right. He's not a hitman, but he'll still do it for the right amount of money" I already started planning out some things I wanted him to do additionally.

"Ugh, i'm only doing this because we have to get rid of that group. I'll have someone find out how to contact him and forward it to you" Brock said walking out the door.

I nodded toward him and sat behind my desk. I picked up the phone and called the basement, more specifically the cells.

"Bring the kid up, I want to discuss something" I hung up immediately

I leaned back comfortably and put my feet on my desk. I normally wouldn't put my feet up and ruin my desk, but leading heists can take a lot out of you. It would take away sleep more than anything.

I heard the doubles doors to my office open showing my two bodyguards that were always regularly stationed and a dark-brown haired kid walked in.

I knew full well he wasn't actually a kid. Even if he was younger than 18 he's been through so much shit it's make anyone a man, or completely crazy. Hopefully he would never snap in half like the others did. I have faith that he will stick around for a while

"You wanted to see me" He said boldly, he will make a good candidate for sure. I just hope he won't blow it for himself and do something stupid.

"You've been a prisoner at his place correct? What do you know about the area?" Leaning forward to look at him more, professionally.

"Basically the whole layout. I did many things for them there, but not by choice sir" He had the perfect blend of confidence and respect.

"Good, I have someone that your going to work with. Keep in mind he's not like us. He normally works alone. But he tortures and kills for fun. He's a crazy fucking dude so you cant get in his way or go against him in any way. He will kill you" I warned.

"Not like I haven't dealt with that before. Plus, I might pick up a few things along the way" He smirked. He's not scared. He doesn't know about him and what he's done.

"That was the plan. You can leave. I'll have you called down when I talk to him" he nodded and left.

I searched through my desk to find the kids file. Looking on the first page I noticed that not much information was given. I'd like more information about the people that work for me. Then again I couldn't expect much for someone who was taken for 10 years of their life. Shit, he was in that hell hole for just over half his life.

I stood up and checked over some last minute things about our heists when my phone beeped notifying a call being forwarded.

I reached into my pocket and put the phone to my ear. Almost regretting needing to call him.

"What do you want" His voice was so cold and emotionless.

I hated the way he just spoke to me, but I couldn't say anything about it. I loathed everything about working with him. I'm so used to people fearing and respecting me, and having no fear and no respect from him frustrated me. I've sent multiple people to try and find anything about him. I even spent hours scouring the deep-web trying to find a first name, but nothing came up.

"Delirious, I have a job for you to do. I will supply anything needed" I responded.

I heard him chuckle from the other side of the call "Don't you remember what I did to you?"

"I won't forget it, but ill forgive for now," I muttered. I really didn't want to do this "I'll pay 1.3 mill, supply anything needed."

"What's the job?" Any other hit-man would've taken the job immediately...But not him. Its why no body knows he's the one killing everyone. And why he's not a hit-man

"You have to get rid of a largely feared 'group' leader. I have someone who used to be a prisoner to him and he knows the layout of the b-"

"I don't need anyone else I can figure it out" He cut me off, his voice growing with anger. This fucker scared me, and I'm one of the largest and most feared 'group'. It should be the other way around.

"I'll add more money. Plus, you gotta at least want to have some fun. I don't care to much what you do to him afterward. As long as you keep him for a few months and train him. Do NOT break him, I need him back" I set down my side of the deal.

"Fine, but I will not hesitate to hurt him if he gets in my way. Now who is it I'm going after" His curiosity growing.

I leaned on my desk smirking. I knew he would come around eventually. I knew he would take any opportunity to kill this guy.

"You remember Mark Fischbach?"