TrickShot

Z-1

miss me with that bullshit.

-king's dead

This is some bullshit.

I'm a fucking mob boss, the job should be cushy. But is it?

Fuck no.

In hell there are plenty of gangs all full of creatures and dangerous beings. It's exciting down here. You do what you want, when you want. Anyone tells you otherwise, you kick there ass.

Which is exactly what I'm two seconds away from doing. A rather simple mission. Take money for the amulet. Get the amulet, keep the money. Kill the guy if need be. It was a deal with another gang around here somewhere. Send two dickwads out to complete it and they fail.

"So. Tell me what happened again?" I say quietly while pacing around the entrance of my gangs building.

The dumbass swallows rather annoyingly loud as his heartbeat quickens.

It should.

I don't even remember their names. Marwell and Lake or some shit.

"We were at the club. When the guy you told us to go after, arriv-" he started until I cut him off.

"The guy? You dont know his name?" I monotonously question.

Before he can open is mouth, I question the other. Running a hand through my hair, I pull one of the throwing knives out on the garter on my thigh.

"Do you know his name?"

He's afraid.

Confused.

He doesn't know.

"You've both failed." I feign calmness while twirling the knife around my finger.

"War, it-" one of them tries to negotiate.

Letting the blade lodge itself in the middle of his chest, I cock an eyebrow.

"Who the fuck told you to talk? It's too late. Grab your guns." I state while walking to them.

Lightly gracing my finger tips across their necks, I whisper in the first dumbass's ear, "Aim at his head."

The only sound being their heartbeats, breathing, and my heels on the marble entryways.

Going to the other, I grab his chin and whisper in his ear also.

"His head. Aim." Voice as soft as velvet.

These two are easily six foot and kind of built. I personally think they could've been something great if they werent so.... stupid.

"Both of you." They look at me with glazed over eyes.

"Shoot." As soon as the command leaves my lips, I go up stairs away from the blood that is now covering the floor of the entry way. To a humans  it would've been as if I teleported, yet it was just a stroll.

If I'm running the show, it'll be a damn good one. No time for fuckups like that.

This ain't what you want.

-kings dead