City Rulers

CHAPTER 15

Violent content

I wake up from my sweet slumber and stretch my arms. My body feels amazing and all  thanks to Carlos massaging me yesterday.

Carlos!

I look around but don't see him anywhere. I rush to the bathroom and still don't see him anywhere.

I take out my phone and call his number. On the second ring he picks and I sigh in relief.

"You scared the shit out of me." I said.

"Oh love, relax. Good morning princess how was your night?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

"I had the best night and all thanks to you. What time did you leave?" I asked.

"A little after you slept I couldn't take your snores anymore." The fuck did he just say?

"I don't snore you dumpass." I defend.

"You had to say that but believe me sweetheart you do snore. It was like a tractor." He deeply chuckles and I get turned on by his voice. Damn me.

"Have a nice day Carlos."

"Hey wait it was....." I hung up cutting him short of his sentence. Good go the whole day thinking am mad at you.

When I think of Carlos I just smile at myself like an idiot. Am I falling for him? Do I even know what love feels like?

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I make my way to my truck after my breakfast with sarah which was pretty awkward. There's something that girl is hiding from me. I know her quit well.

I sit comfortably inhaling deeply. I love the smell of this trunk. The smell of fresh dug out soil. I have named my truck Vanessa. It was my first car and I hold some nice memories in it but Mike my Lamborghini is still my baby.

Liam: get your pretty ass to the warehouse sexy mama, the boys have something for you.

I smile at Liam's message am pretty sure I can guess what they have for me. Its really nice that Liam and Xanda has gotten comfortable with me over the past years.

I crank Vanessa up and make my way to the warehouse.
I find a nice parking spot and immediately recognize Liam's car, Wycky's car and Jack's car.

My most trusted men are all here. Let's have some fun!

I type in the pass cord to the private chambers and get in. I make sure to lock the door with another pass cord. So you must have guessed this place is heavily guarded, I totally give you that.

I turn around and come face to face with Ryan. Son of a dump bitch. He his tide to a chair and he has a scowl on his face, he is beaten up and has a busted lip, he looks like shit.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" I dramatically said.

"Oh wait let me guess," I place my fingers under my chin touching imaginary beards very deep in thought, "a piece of shit." I finally say with a smirk.

"So I got your message little Ryan but I decided to give mine in person. Am I not nice?"  I ask him again. 

"Aha you are even offered a chair, wow, the boys must really have it for you." I said smirking at his weak attempt to loosen the rope. Pathetic.

"C'mon boys on the ceiling now." I order and chair drops immediately and the next second is dangling from the ceiling. I have very attentive men.

"I don't like your shirt," I said touching the said shirt. "Where did you get it, it looks cheap." I taunt. 

"You won't touch me you bitch you know what will happen if you dare." He hissed at me.

I smirk, "you know what I like about you, you are a proud coward but you know what I hate about you, you being witty. Why do you have such a sharp tongue? Why do you have to call me a bitch? You know mama hate that word right?" I taunt like that vampire Rebecca in van helsing when she was taunting Shima.

"Go fuck yourself bitch." He shouts at me.

"You know I have changed my mind on what I hate about you. Fuck its the voice. Boys do you hear how stupid it sounds?" The boys only chuckle.

"Get me his tongue so he never uses it again." I take my sit and listens to his screaming as I smile to myself.  I feel like am Reagan in the walking dead.

After a few more minutes the cries die down.
"Look at your tongue, one word Ryan. Gross. But now that you can't talk give me a minute to enjoy the peace." I peck my ears as if listening.

"Aaaah that is as peaceful af. Now tell me sweetie what should  I do with you after you killing one of us?" I rhetorically ask.

"Fuck!" I curse mocking a hurt expression, "you can't talk so I guess it will be up to me." He looks scared and hurray mission accomplished. That's right baibe get really scared.

"Where do I start?" I asked more to myself.

Aha the spanner. "Let me see your fingers. Mmmm I don't like this one. Should we get it out. Somebody shout a yes." All the boys shouts yes and I turn back to meet a horror struck Ryan.

I put on the gloves and start taking his fingers one by one. Gross I know right. He makes this ugly sound, I slap him on the face. I take all the fingers I removed and shove them in his mouth making him gag.
Jeez bitch you have fingers in your mouth not the black man tool.

The boys take over. Jack start with his right leg and cut it out with a fucking saw machine. Ryan is in a lot of pain and it clearly shows on his face and the sounds he makes.

I want to pity him but the image of the man he killed crosses my face and the face of his crying mother and my anger start boiling at  a 1000°C . I order the next limp to be taken out.

By the time its out there's blood everywhere.
I get up and walks up to him and he's still alive. Tough shit.

"Clean this up. Crenate him." I say as  I make my way to my trunk.

Once am safely in I breath softly and turn the radio on. Music as always calm me down. I rap along with future and the weekend at their  track of rapping for  the low life cause that's how I feel right now.

Whoops *wiping sweat*
That was hot. Hope I didn't ruin your innocence with so much violence.

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