The Body Guard

Him

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, well the way to one's fear is a bullet through their god damn skull.

I could almost smell the stench coming off in waves, their stench of fear, towards the barrel of my gun.

The man who sat in front of me quivered in his shoes crying, whimpering, begging to be set free.

"P..." the man's dry lips puckered itself unable to form any more sentences as his teeth gushed out in his own blood.  "Wa..."

"Get the man some water."  I ordered.  Sure I may have stained my hands with blood or have watch their eyes disappear from my sight but I wouldn't deny a man's last dying wish.  If he wanted water then I would be obliged to give it to him.  

With one of my own dressed in black nodded his head meekly bowing to me not once making eye contact.  They know the rules.  And no one will ever dare disrespect more importantly betray me.  Sure I may have gone over the deep end with this one but tonight is his last night he shall ever see the sun rise if he makes it out that far.

This man, this disgusting piece of shit dare to cross me, dare to take what was mine to begin with.  

When he came to me the other day asking to leave me, to leave this organization, I could only think of one thing, that there is only one way out and that is my way.  No other way will cut it.  It is either through my bullet through the head or a bullet from them through their mouth.  Either way, you will leave in a body bag.

He must've been an idiot when he was begging to leave, begging to move on with his life.  He must have think friendship is a good reason to get out, well he is dead wrong.

"Boss."  The man, my man who I had ordered for a glass of water handed me that before returning back to his position.

Five men had occupied this very room.  Was it for my protection!  Hell no.  I can very well protect my own.  If I had it my way they'd be shitting god knows what.  They are here as a witness.  A witness of what happens if they not only wanting to leave but double crossing me too.

"Here."  Handing him the water, the man drank it greedily quenching his thirst.  Good now maybe I can get some answers.

"Than..." He proceeded to speak but my fist made in contact with his nose.  He grunted in pain.  "Pl..."

"Shut the fuck up."  I growled not wanting to hear this pathetic excuse of a man plead.  I didn't need no beggar.  Fuck no.  What I needed was answers.  Damn answers and he will give it to me or he will wish he was dead.

"I trusted you."  I spat, glowering at him.  His head was bent down and he was heaving.  That was the only thing I could hear.  The rest of my men who stood around the room stood still not showing no sign of emotions, weakness.  That is all there is to it.  Emotions they are a sign of weakness except for that one emotion that blinded me.  That turned me into a fool.  It made me weak.

"Albert, where the fuck is she?"  This time my voice hushed itself trying to contain my anger of wanting to gauge his eye balls out for even thinking he could just glance at her.

Unfortunately for me he did more than just glance.  He did more.

"I...I don't know."  He mumbled more to himself.

Standing straight back up with my hand in my pocket I fumbled with my keys wanting to keep my hands occupied while my other hand was waving a gun around like some kind of tennis racket.