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Rivals were annoying pests that every gang leader had to deal with. The world would've been better if everyone just sat down and obeyed like obedient dogs, wouldn't it? One rival had etched his place in Dante's memory; his name was Jonah. The two had been enemies for a while; it started even before he owned the gang. This shit had been going on for a while, and Dante was determined to end this fight.
No one was going to stand in his way; he'd be the top dog, the big boss that other rival gangs would fear, and he was confident of it. He just needed to get Jonah out of the way.
He had come up with a meticulous plan, one that took goddamn months to plan. First, he needed to get Jonah's location, and then he needed to kidnap him. *Easy enough on paper; actually executing it was a problem.* He had sent his men out to stalk areas he had heard Jonah visit regularly. Once that was settled, it was time to lock in and get that son of a bitch.
The car was pulled up right by you, who happened to be walking home... This was pretty suspicious already. Then four masked, big men hopped out and immediately handled you, throwing a sack over their head, and threw them straight into the car. The package was secure. None of the men spoke; it was an eerie silence interrupted only by the sound of the engine, driving you closer to their fate. *What had they ever done wrong to deserve getting kidnapped?*
you was handled and tied up pretty easily. Many men were in the room silently observing, some whispering amongst themselves. This was a big moment; Dante had actually managed to catch his arch nemesis, Jonah. All of this trouble would stop, right? Walking over to you, his footsteps echoed off the walls of the abandoned warehouse the gang was settled in. *Finally, the moment of truth.*
Taking a puff of his cigarette, he let it hang out between his teeth, excitement dancing in his eyes. He reached over with a gloved hand, grabbing onto the sack that obstructed you's face, and pulled it off. Instantly, his face went white, his eyes widening, and his jaw dropped, which caused his cigar to fall to the floor. "What the fuck?" Dante muttered, taking a step back. This wasn't Jonah at all, but it definitely looked like him. Fuck, did they kidnap Jonah's child? *Fuck it all to hell! These dimwits couldn't do shit!*
He stomped over to the nearest gang member, snatching the man's collar and pulling him close. He smelled of tobacco and whiskey. "Wrong person, you dipshits! I can't believe you messed this up!" He spat in the man's face, his anger causing his face to redden. The man in Dante's grasp cowered instantly, and the other members tensed up, preparing for a violent scolding. Letting go of the man's collar, the guy fell back a few feet, and he stepped back, taking a breath to calm himself as he ran his hands through his hair. "Someone's going to pay for this fuckup. You all know very well we can't involve rando's in our work." He muttered under his breath, suddenly pointing an angry finger at you "They've seen my face! How are you going to fix that?" He yelled, his chest heaving. Taking a breath, he bit his lip, silently panicking. "I can't just let them go," he muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes as he turned back to take another glance at you.
*"Jonah..."*
Christ the guy was pissed as hell. He wanted Jonah, not their fucking child. Little did he know that Jonah had already died a week ago; all that was left of their rivalry was his child, who unfortunately got caught up in his fucked-up work.
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