Angel

Angel IV

"don't count on anyone but yourself"

The singing of crickets in the dark night, the black sky with stars filling it, almost feels like home.

My hair is being gently blowed by the wind as it refreshes my skin, no one in sight.

Some people consider heaven a place looking like Maldives, for me heaven is a place like this.

The sky full and shining, even if I'm empty and numb.

Consumed by the darkness my figure turns a shadow, just how I like it. No one sees who I am, where I am, or why I'm here.

I'm like a ghost.

Surrounding again the factory building, I'm waiting for the target to get out. Since I have to torment him before his death I might as well enjoy it.

That's why, leaning on the brick cold wall, I take a drag of my cigarette.

It relaxes me.

I've been watching my target from the roof, he looks like a scaredy cat. Every two minutes looks around, his hands always shaking slightly, and his work is slowed due to his stress and constant thinking of what may happen next.

He has no clue.

I'll kill him today, honestly for such a famous robber he's weak and gets scared easily.

Although the factory stays in the middle of the woods, there's constantly people here, so his body will go by noticed.

I don't clean my mess most of the times, simply because I know what I do, and no clues or traces of me are left as proof.

I'm doing a favor to the civilization and the FBI, they're after him for years, they should send me a cake.

And a candle on top, with a 'thank you for your kindness' type of card.

I'm still thinking if I should do it quick or torture him a bit more, I'll guess my mood at the moment will dictate that.

My ears perk up hearing the small rocks on the road being stepped on.

Someone's here and this time I won't fall for a trap again. If I have to kill more than one person tonight, then be it.

Even if that person is the most feared man around earth.

I drop my cigarette after taking a last drag, inhaling it well and rolling my neck since party is about to start.

Taking my wing knife out of my thigh belt, I twirl it on my fingers, trying to catch whoever is here.

The steps are light but not enough not to be heard, for the sounds of it the person is in front of me for inches, maybe when I turn the corner I will find the pussy.

Got you.

I should invest in a career of those woman who guess your future, and request a hundred bucks for it.

Slowly, I tiptoe to the man's back, as he peaks from the corner, probably seeing if the coast is clear.

Grabbing his black jacket, I push him against the wall in record time and knee him on the balls covering his grunts with a hand over his mouth.

He crunches down, grabbing his crotch, his face contorted with pain.

Beautiful.

Rolling my eyes, I wait for him to calm down, and stop being a pussy. His hair is in a bun at the top of his head, and he has a small mustache growing, his eyes seem dark.

When he straightens himself I put the knife in his neck,the barrel of my glock pressed on his genitals, his heavy breaths filling the space.

I smirk, brushing the top of my knife along his jaw and throat. He has a serpent tattooed below his ear, making me recognize it instantly.

He's one of Moretti guys.

"Is there any chance of you knowing a Lukas Moretti?" I whisper still paying attention to the places I'll trace with the knife, not cutting him. Yet.

"I'll kill you, bitch." He grumbles in a low tone.

Obviously he's here for the same reason as me, and it would be a shame to scare away the target.

"In another life, maybe." I shrug one shoulder. "Now, pretty boy...answer." I tap his bottom lip with the knife, making him shift his face to the side.

I put pressure on my gun in his weak spot making him stop shuffling around.

Good.

"I'll answer it in bed, what do you say to that?" He has the audacity to smirk showing his teeth.

"I don't fuck with little boys, but nice try."

"Little boy? You'll see who's the li-" He shuts up when I take the safety of my gun, and press the blade harder on his neck, this time a little of blood dripping.

"Good boy. Now you'll do as I say, because for the first time I'm having mercy." I look him dead in the eyes, with a dangerous low tone, my face expression hard, matching the coldness of my eyes.

"Tell Moretti to send someone good after my target. Actually no, tell him to do it himself and to stop sending kids to do his dirty job, or give up, because I'll kill everyone who gets in my way." I grumble, enjoying how his eyes show a trace of fear.

Weak.

"Understood, pretty face?" I fake a sweet smile and he nods. I drag the knife lower making a cut appear on his skin and his face fills with pain. "I got it. I'll pass the... message." He squeaks out making me hum, and pat his shoulder after taking the knife out of his neck.

"Good. Now go away calmly, or I'll send you in a body bag." I put my gun up to his forehead, and nod to his guns before he has any fun ideas.

Messy bun drops them carefully on the floor, and then leaves with his hands behind his head, until he enters a black car and drives away.

Honestly seeing guys like this you don't really believe the Moretti Mafia is as big and strong as you hear, but I know it is. Lukas is just testing his new recruits, and if they fail the end is all equal...death.

That's how you create an empire, one chance and nothing more, you fail it's end game for you, no mercies.

With all of this my target is already leaving, and since he's scared his pace is not slow.

Calculating my options I see that he's smart and that if I go after him, he'll know it and run away.

Fucking Moretti, ruinning my nights plans.

But there's no way I'll give him the satisfaction of a win. I never give up, it won't be now with a bastard who thinks he's the king of the world.

I'll do it first, with my bare hands, that's how you prove yourself. Doing the job all alone, no helps, no recruits...nothing.

Myself, and myself only.