My Wife Is a Hacking Mafia

Chapter XVII

Lisaʼs POV.

"What did I fucking tell you?" I stomped on this bastardʼs face. I kicked him once again before hearing a pitiful whimper from him. "What did you say? Didn't I tell you to be fucking quiet?" He mumbled as I grabbed his face.

He's crying. What a pitiful sight.

If you can see him right now, you would be more engaged. Both of his legs are unable to walk and stand. If I can describe it more specifically, he's all tied up.

He's filled with his blood. Still alive, barely.

I look at him once again, "You irritate me." Before spitting on his face, "Was chaining your tongue not enough for you to shut the fuck off?" I shouted. "Or do you dare me to cut it off fully?" I showed him a knife — He cried, practically screaming for mercy more loudly, shaking his head.

"You moron —"

The door swung open, "Lisa, that's enough." I laughed and shrugged at V. He scrunched his nose at the looks of our warehouse, and you can't blame him. It is indeed stinky and messy. "I'll take over this now. It seems that he's devoted to not saying anything about the location of his hideout."

"I can't seem to track it either, and I had to force him with my own hands." I rolled my eyes, looking at the man who was lying down on the floor

"What's his status?" V points at the man.

Let me see, "He's a pedophile and drug addict. He hired somebody to bring two girls to his place."

He nods, "What else?"

"He kidnapped two young girls and locked them in his basement. Shortly after they met death, after being vandalized and raped, he also took pictures of the victim's sufferings;" I told V. "Well ain't he so adorable?" I sarcastically let out, throwing the pictures on the floor.

V walks up to him and kneels, trying to maintain their height. He grabbed his hair and snickered. "Now, aren't you a dirty little pig?" V took a knife out of the desk and returned to the man on the floor — he then pointed the knife to his neck. "If you don't say it. You know it's going to cost you your life, right?" He slowly points at his eyes.

The man once again screams for help. V and I looked at each other —  we started laughing uncontrollably, "Look at him, give some mercy." I grabbed the knife — "Because I won't." I laughed before piercing through his left eye.

"Ahhhh! Please, stop!" He screams in torture. I removed the knife from his eye in exchange for my finger. In my mind, there is a moment where I want to take his eyeball out. I poked the inside of his eyeball, making him squirm and scream uncontrollably.

"That's what she said." V jokes.

"Make her stop, please! I'll tell you everything you want to know, just please!" The chain on his tongue is loose. He must be close to splitting it in half.

I retreated my hand from his eyes and went over to the sink to wash it. "About fucking time. Now, where is your address?"

"03 Samcheongdong-gil Road. You can see it on the last gate of the subdivision! It's a simple white and maroon house. The only one! So please don't kill me!" V pats his head, complimenting him. He pulls out his gun in the process. The man cried, "Please don't. You promised to let me go."

"What can I say?" He points it to his head. "It's meant to be broken." He shot him twice in the head and told me it was for him to make sure he was dead — wow, I didn't know this rookie had it in him.

***

It felt like we had just killed that man today. But actually, it was yesterday. It's Monday, the end of month one. Not sure how to spend it, other than Jennie.

Jennie has been clingy, and I like it. "Lisa, hello?" My thoughts were interrupted by Jennie, who was waving her hand in front of my face. "I've been asking about your nails, it's dirty, and you better clean it."

Jennie points at my fingers. My nails do indeed have dirt in them, but that was blood from yesterday night — I'm still tired and sleepy because of it.

Yesterdayʼs details got taken care of, and I'm sure some of our group went there today. "Sorry, I had a bruise inside my nail, it's healing now, "I smiled at Jennie

I will never tell this girl what I'm doing in my life. I can't, and I'm scared. She will leave me and get scared of me. She will look at me like I'm some monster.

Nobody wants to be with a psycho.