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I was just supposed to be following a lead on Victor Valentine... but I guess I really can't help myself.
I let out a sadistic laugh when the man on the other side of my gun, double my age, started crying like a scared little girl. He was huge, too. Tattoos, buzz cut - real tough guy. But I guess any sane person would react this way after watching one single man kill your all 8 of your friends.
"Keep it up, and you'll be seeing your friends again real soon," I taunted, pressing the barrel of the gun harder into his head. I had him sitting on a chair in the warehouse. It looked busted on the outside, but after a few doors, you find this little join with leather couches and a bar. The Red Wolves hide out.
The Red Wolves work with Valentine - I know that for a fact. However, they made the mistake of being more scared of him than me, and now all but one are dead.
"I swear," The man gasped again, his voice trembling, "I don't know where the bastard is. He never works with us directly. He sends a guy."
I suspected that. A powerful drug lord like Victor Valentine wouldn't be doing his own dirty work. His people have people, and I suspected it'll be a long way up the ladder. But then again, I'm a animal and when I've picked up a trail, I sniff them out eventually. No one can hide from me.
"And this guy is expected...?" I let it hang for him to fill in the blanks.
He opened up his mouth to talk, but the door was opening. Finally. I pulled my other silencer out of its holster and aimed it at the door. Wait... Who the fuck?
I was expecting some rugged low life with greasy hair, or maybe a guy in a suit with a stick up his ass. Not some blue eyed, blonde baby doll. She walked in and immediately froze at the sight of my gun aimed at her. Her baby blue eyes widened as she took in the scene, plump heart shaped lips parting slightly. She looked... out of place.
"You?" The last gang member growled before me. He knows her?
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