HIERARCHY [h.s.]

"Let's get one thing straight, sweetheart, I don't play for anyone but myself. I don't play for the money. I play to get ahead, to show lowlifes like yourself that I am and always will be on top. The best."

With every hollow click of her heels and the shifting of her position around the pool table, the boy grew in rage. She had no reason to talk to him the way she did. Her smirks were degrading, the way she stared at him while saying the most sickly things that could come out of a persons mouth made him want to do the worse and then some. But if he had an escape, he would have been gone years ago.

So, with no choice, he parted his lips, cleared his dry throat and spoke in a jagged voice.
"Is it too much to ask of you to tell me what these plans are?" His words were dripping in caution as he was more afraid of upsetting her than anything.

But all he was met with was silence. Hard eyes and silence.

She leaned forward, wrapping her slender fingers around the adjacent edges of the table with her jaw clenched slightly.

Finally, the words he feared came to life, leaving her lips in a slow monotonous voice.

"I want you to get rid of that pretty girl you always have on your arm. She's dead to me, and she should be to you as well. Get rid of her on your terms or she goes on mine."

And just like that, he could feel the heavy weight of a trigger pushed against the pad of his index finger, blood pooling around his feet while the echo of a body hit the floor in seconds.

[COMING SOON]