Sonny^
Sonny's POVThe D'Amodice boy was different, I could see it. I'd known he'd been tracing me along with his brother for quite sometime. However I was quite untraceable, that I already knew, so I planted some information in the public records to see if he'd chase me.
Anyone else would have checked the location with worthy sources, brought backup to the stakeout and had at least five other people with them strategically placed so that what happened wouldn't have happened. He didn't though, and I wasn't sure why.
His file spoke of a trained killer, an assassin, a person who wouldn't make such big mistake, but before me tied up in front of me unconscious about to pay for his sins.
I did shoot at him on the roof top, and he did fall off of it. He should of plunged to his death and he would of if I hadn't of known he was going to be there.
I'd shot him and watched with sick satisfaction as his body was flung backwards with the force of the bullet. Leading over the edge he disappeared down I watched as my... colleagues caught him, and hauled him into the back of the van.
Once we got him back to base, I made sure that the bullet embedded in his chest was removed. I couldn't let him die so soon.
I wanted him to die, I needed him to die. However, he was not going to die easily, no, his death would be slow and painful, just as the deaths of my brothers and sisters were.
He was transported to his cell by my men and he hadn't woken up yet. He didn't look like a killer, when asleep. He didn't act like a killer on the rooftop either, but I knew that he was one.
Lost in thought I almost didn't notice the boy wake, looking around his cell and moaning, he had taken a bullet to the chest after all, as soon as I did though I schooled my expression.
'Oh, James, you're awake.' I started when he turned his bleary eyes to me.The D'Amodice boy scowled when I spoke, disliking something I'd said or perhaps just disliking me, a harsh change to the soft features he held when asleep.
I expected him to ask where he was or even how he got there. He didn't though, I had underestimated him and his capacity for common sense. So instead I spoke again.
'You are now being held by me and my men, I assume you know who I am?' He nodded, still refusing to speak.
'I'm going to kill you James.'
'Harper.' I looked at him with confusion 'My name is Harper' he finished with a defeated sigh, ' I was supposed to kill you.'
I nodded along as he spoke, on his file it read his name was James Harper Dark, I wondered why he preferred his middle name over his first, but decided not concern myself with such trivial matters when there was a much bigger task at hand.
'I'm well aware... Harper.' He nodded along as if he'd gathered that much already. I didn't doubt that he'd worked out everything that had happened the entire time he was unconscious. He seemed smart, of course not smart enough though because then he would have noticed the fake information I planted in the records in the first place.
'One thing I don't understand,' he spoke suddenly, 'is why on earth you saved me after trying to kill me just to threaten to kill me again. Seems rather pointless.'
'Because, you deserve to pay for each and every life you took.' I replied, once again surprised when he nodded along with my words as if he agreed with me.
Standing from my chair placed in front of the bars of his cell and turning I spoke again 'I'll see you tomorrow Harper, try not to bleed out, it would be such a shame to end our fun so early.'
I turned back for brief second, observing that the boy had closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, like he was meditating. Preparing himself for the night ahead.
I walked out the room, guards stepping to the side and holding open the heavy metal door. As I strolled out, feeling much less confidant then when I walked in, I brushed past a rugged looking man, a man who I'd seen a thousand times before.
He had permanently bruised fists and carried a bag that I knew was filled with all kinds of weapons. He strode into the room with the blonde boys cell with my missing confidence. A grin fixed on his face as he showed his brown teeth through his cracked dry lips.
I hadn't even made it upstairs before the first wave of wicked laughter and grunts and screams of pain began. Whether they were Harper's or not I didn't know.
I caught myself feeling bad for the boy before reminding myself, he was a killer. The son of the most well known murderer in the game. He deserved it more than me, more than my dead colleagues, my dead family. The only person who deserved more was his father. The devil himself.
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Scion
ActionScion: the heir of a notable family. His family is one of the most influential in the world, and he was born to kill. Harper is an assassin working for the D'Amodice, his fathers mafia. Follow his journey through love, jealousy and morality as he a...