Invader (Mafia story)

"I want every single one of them dead," Justin's deep English voice rang out in the dark room. His men were dressed as officers, wearing a bullet proof vest under neath their white buttoned up shirts. He walked past each one of them, stopping at the youngest, "Make me proud." He whispers, moving out to the house. Justin jumped in his black SUV, driving down to the house, leading the cars behind him.

The tattooed man watched gunfire blow off the door handle of his rivals house, his men entering. Justin waited for the blood shed and the screams. His eyes narrowed in on a small figure wearing a ripped green and white dress, tripping over her feet. He quickly pulled his gun out but saw the figure double over and hit her head on the cement. Justin winced "Can I get someone out here, a girl has escaped but she's on the cement ground 'and...fainted" He said into the walkie talkie.

This story is mature, I don't care how old you are. You have been warned. 07/30/2017
-Mira