Silent But Deadly// COMPLETED✔️

XXX - "Tux For Soldier"

The basement of the complex where the prostitutes live is where we keep the people who haven't been so nice. For example: A woman did her service but the man refused to pay. Since he didn't pay a woman for her work, we gather some guys to take him and hold him here so we could teach him a lesson. We also keep men who didn't pay for drugs on time, but that's usually it.

Soldier and I walked down the stairs with Richard and a couple of my members in tow. The horrific smell of the basement filled my nostrils and I coughed a little bit, Soldier sneezed. I'm never going to get used to this goddamn smell.

We walked past the many doors until I stopped at one where the screams of agony were coming from. I brushed my fingers through Soldier's fur for comfort and used the other to unlock the door.

When I walked in, Joe was in a tight dark blue shirt that showed his muscles quite well, his icy blue eyes held fire and the smirk on his face was devilish. His fists were bloody and the man before him was drowning in his own blood, along with purple and blue bruises along his face.

Joe's head shot up to me when I walked through the door and his smirk grew bigger, "You're fucked." He spat. He grabbed his leather jacket and stood in the corner with Richard and I stood in front of the bloodied man. Soldier sat next to me and eyed the man dangerously, and I held a scowl behind my mask.

"Please, please I'm so sorry. I'll pay, I have the money," the man breathed heavily. Soldier barked loudly in response and the man jumped back in fear.

This man, this man disrespects a woman's work and thinks he can get away with it? Now that is just rude, because a woman puts her body up for sale and pushes away her self respect just to make a living. This man doesn't know how much dignity a woman has left because of this line of work, so I'll make sure I give him the best death he'll ever receive.

"Name," I demanded as I grabbed a hammer from the silver tray.

"Frank V-Vintes," he stuttered.

"Franky! Well what the fuck did you think you were doing?" I faked enthusiasm.

"I-I'm s-sorry, please, I have kids, I have a wife-"

"A wife you say?" I asked innocently.

He had a fucking wife?! Does he not have any respect for women? Fuck how did his mom raise this dude?

"Y-yes," he said hesitantly.

"So you decide to marry a woman who gave birth to your beautiful children, and you decide to cheat on her with one of my girls, AND you think she doesn't deserve payment?!" I yelled in his face.

"I-I'm s-sorry," he cried.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to Franky," I said as I swung the hammer in front of his face.

As he started opening his mouth I slammed the hammer into his knee cap, and instead of words coming out he let out a scream.

"You think," I swung the hammer around absentmindedly, "That you can just-"

I swung the hammer into his other knee cap and he let out cries of agony. I set the hammer back down on the tray and instead grabbed the machete and admired the way it shone in the very dim lighting of the room.

"You shouldn't mess with a girl Franky," I said innocently.

"I know, I know," he sighed sadly.

"If you knew, then why would you decide against it?" I asked as I stood behind Frank and did a couple practice swings. I even shook my waist in the air to make it seem like I were golfing which made Richard and Joe chuckle in the corner. Soldier's panting was heard and I couldn't help but think that I loved that dog.