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"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?!"
"Enlighten me."
"Fuck you!"
My legs were free. Mustering the remaining strength I had left, I used all brute force to kick him in the face.
He skillfully swerved me, his hands finding their way to my neck. F...
"You can be a king, Or a street sweeper, But everyone dances, With the Grim Reaper." - Robert Alton Harris
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"Bring the new recruits."
My clamoring voice resonated with demand, echoing through the ears of my workers as they rushed to meet my command.
Legs crossed, I sat with superiority on my throne-like chair, looking down at their distant, flinching faces.
I observed discreetly as a shadow begins to emerge from the blackened gloom surrounding us; dressed in leather as he begins to swagger confidently towards me. His dark clothes and pale skin clashing in perfect synchrony as he comes into view, still half cloaked in darkness.
Ruslan Ivanov, my personal consigliere.
Lighting a joint, he turns to stand beside me.
With the cigarette between his faint pink lips, the lit end glanced off his fair skin, illuminating against the dullness.
The pungent smell of toxicity beginning to itch my nose between every breath. I always did hate the smell of those diseased substances.
The orange fire danced against the dark scenery as he inhaled the drug. Radiating ferociously, the only source of light showcasing his chiseled jaw and frowning slit brows.
"Pakhan is going to kill you." He muffled hoarsely after his long puff.
"For what, my dear?" I replied playfully. A hidden smile tugging on the corners of my mouth.
"You know what." Covering his face in a cloud of ashy smoke, he exhaled tiresomely.
"Hmm." I hummed, focusing on the dark silhouettes around me. "We'll see about that."
Moments later, four scrawny bodies entered the safehouse. Gingerly prowling further into the abandoned building as their curious eyes begin to wonder around the premises, absorbing the sight until they finally land on mine.
They all cower in fear, immediately allowing their wavering eyes to fall on the ground.
Silence filled the darkness, echoing their heavy panting and the thundering of their frantic hearts beating against their cages.
A smirk rippled across my face as I begin to inspect their quavering bodies.
Their respected bowed heads met the floor as they stood in their martial posture.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." I bellowed coherently as I uncrossed my legs, beginning to ascend from the darkness and into view.
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