Revenge of The Mafia Boss (Boyxboy)

Twenty - Four

Eight long ass weeks have now gone bye and today is the day. Marcos is going to pay for what he did.

I've had my crew build a hidden bunker near Marcos place. It was finished a week ago and it's perfect. I've been watching Marcos day to day pattern. Right now it's four O'clock and he's at the gym.

The place I'm currently waiting outside at. My men at one entrance, with me at another. This man is dying tonight. Black, blue, bloody and electrified.

I've got a duffel bag on my shoulder. Inside of it are a few items I'm gonna use against Marcos. Also there's a large metal pipe sticking out of the open zipper because it wouldn't fit with it closed and I need it. It'll come in handy.

On my belt I have my walkie talkie, taser, zip ties and black velvet bag with a zip tie lined on its edges.

Time is ticking. I'm behind a small curve in the building but right next to me is a window. Peeking in I can see Marcos getting off the treadmill.

Wiping his face but now he heads to do some bench presses.

I mentally groaned and pressed the back of my head onto the wall. This shit is taking for ever. It never takes this long for me to kidnap someone. Normally a max of an hour. It's now almost been two. This man does like to take forever especially if females are around and taking another look in, they definitely are.

There goes my quick kill.

3 hours later

He's done. He's finally fucking done. Here he comes through my side. Is he not gonna shower either? What a fucking tool.

5.....4.......3.......2......

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I grab the bag from my waste and pull it over his head quickly zip tying it shut. He's swinging his arms trying to defend himself from what going to happen to him. I pull a the metal pipe from my bag and hit him.

He's out cold lying at my feet in front of me. Just a few more hits to make sure he's out. I grab the walkie talkie from its holder and press the button. Holding it to my mouth I tell my guys to bring the car around.

I picked up his sleeping body and flung it over my shoulders. Dead weight.

Justin had the car in front in no time.

"Justin the truck." he popped the trunk open a little to late or either I threw Marcos at the car to early because either way his body hit the trunk, shut it closed and fell on the ground with a hard thud. "Team work here guys. Is our killing game off or what? We never disfunction like this. We always hit our mark and we always work well what's going on today. Pop the trunk back open. I'll wait a little longer this time."

Justin popped the trunk a second time and I waited fully for it to open before I picked Marcos up and tossed him in. I slammed it shut but it popped back up and so did he. "Ah you mother fucker!" He sat up and grabbed his ankle.

"Oh shit my bad dude. I thought you were fully in there. Do me a favor tho and shut up." I grabbed my taser sticking it straight on his neck sending painful bolts through his body as he writhed in pain. Thirty seconds of volts and three punches to his disgusting face and he was back out cold.

Pushing him completely into the car and slamming the truck shut I walked over to the side of the Cadillac and got in the passenger seat.

"You know boss. I think our killing game is off because since when do you shut your victims feet in the trunk door?"  Justin chuckled a little.