C4 Chapter Four

LOGAN

Ever since i was a kid,i liked the thought of squeezing life out of a person,to have the power over someone by holding their life in my hands,well,not just anyone but people who stand in my way and pose threat,my father has always been proud of me,he says when he looks at me he sees himself when he was my age. My father is a Don,which makes me an Heir, aka prince of the Mafia.

"So what's the next step?"

My cousin Jaime asks as he leans against the house's bar counter, while throwing a knife in the air and catching it. Jaime is a double orphan,his parents were killed when he was just ten years old,my father took him in and trained him with the rest of us 'The Chosen Ones'. He's really good at what he does,Kombat and Snipping,he's fast and ruthless,which gained him more points from all the Fathers.

The Fathers are the five elders in the Assassins Mafia but now they are four,the original number was six but unfortunately,they lost one who was Jaime's father and the other one was killed for committing treason. In the Business they were known as "The 666222" which is triple six triple two.

Sometimes,I tend to think my old man prefers him to me when it comes to carrying out important tasks because he follows the plan accordingly,step by step,while i tend to act on impulse sometimes,which can mess up things in a split second,but the good part is i always have backup for my mess,which ends up benefiting us more than the original plans.

It still frustrates the Fathers but there's always a gleam of proudness in their eyes, although it still isn't acceptable to the organization to stray away from the rules and do whatever the fuck you want.

"We take them all out at once." Will,another one of us answers

"I don't think that's a good idea." Jaime objects

"Why not? That will mean less time on them and spare time for us to take care of the rest of our tasks."

I watch them both while tracing my upper lip line with my index finger.

"Jaime is right." I speak for the first time since the topic started.

Both of them turn their heads to me

"We need to out them one by one,keep making them think they're killing each other for the empty southern mafia prince position."

The Mob as they call themselves are our rivals,once upon a time we were allies,until they betrayed us by attempting to end my late grandfather's life,who was the don at that time, just so they would take over the entire region. My grandfather was a genius though,it didn't take him long to smell a rat bitting more than he could chew.

His best friend Edgar,turned out to be the rat,who was charged with treason,earning him a bullet between his legs and eyes. In the Mafia,there's no pardon for traitors and no spot for the weak.

As children of leaders,we are trained at exactly eight years old and our first kill is at Twelve. Since we were all trained at the same age,both male and female,every person is experienced in their department and knows the rules. No Room For Failure.

On our last day of initiation,we are expected to kill without batting an eye, those who fail or hesitate are proven to be useless and are eliminated right away, it's a fight for survival,kill or be killed.

There's one chance though,if you fail the 'Machine Task' which is killing,you are given exactly two weeks to prove you are worth saving and that's coming up with something you prove to be useful for. Some end up as hackers, spies, strippers to seduce and lure men into our traps, bodyguards if they're good at fighting,gumblers or something else that's profitable to the organization.

"So,two down, three more remaining." Will runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

In the Mafia, people tend to step on each other in order to get to the top,It doesn't matter if it's blood or not,for power, people betray each other. As for me,the only person I trust completely is Jaime and after years of analyzing,i made an exception for Will, he's loyal to the point where it gets annoying sometimes. He doesn't ask questions when you need him for a personal mission,and personal missions can get one Exiled,it's a risk the organization doesn't like.

We are mostly split in groups of five for our missions,but as for us,we are three and it's been like that since back then.

He just goes along with the flow,he's now one of the triple Zero. That's 000, Myself,Jaime and him. He replaced someone we were close with,who got exiled from the Mafia.

"We take care of number three tonight." I stand and walk out of the doors.

Music blasts in all six corners of the club,the Mob usually hangs out from here,it's become more like their territory because it's in the side of their ground. I watch the VIP section with a cap worn down to cover almost half of my face,we need to be very careful because tonight,luck might not be on our side,we are outnumbered.

Not like that's ever been a problem to us,but this is their territory,one mistake and all of them will surround us like a pack of wolves.

"10 o'clock." Jaime's voice reaches me through earpiece

"Is the girl ready?" I ask

"Yes,everything is set."

"Matt, gives her the go ahead."

"Done."

"Remember Nila,no slipperies,no mistakes."

" Got it." She says

Making a mistake on the biggest transaction or task comes with consequences,you pay as agreed from the "Fathers."

As planned, the girl manages to seduce the little fucks for a potential threesome. They make their way to the back door,then we execute our plan. The little shits are so lip tied I lose my patience and almost beat one to death, We are about to switch to plan B when someone sees us,a girl.

"Where the fuck is Shad? he's supposed to watch the fucking door." I whisper angrily

"I'll deal with him later."

The guy we cornered takes advantage and makes a run for it, abandoning his lover.

This is why we only go on missions just the three of us.

Jaime shoots him in the leg,he drags him back while I go after the little mouse whose company is a big unwelcome risk.The girl gasps as I slam her against my chest with a grip on her hair with force. She hisses and I whisper in her ear

"Your turn now,baby girl."

Her eyes shut due to the pain of my grip and I smile as veins strain against the skin of her perfect throat,i breathe in her scent and the beast inside me growls, I pull her hair harder,mesmerized with how her throat works up. Yes,I'm a deranged fucker,so what?.

"What do we do with him Hell?"

My hold loosens on the girls hair but not enough to make her escape my hold.

When we are in our mafia zone,we call each other by our lable names. Where I'm Hell,Jaime is Sin and Will is Kill.

"Get him in the truck."

"No,no,no." The guy whines in protest but Kill hits him with his gun in the head, causing him to pass out.

The girl mummers something in my palm so i focus back on her.

"Hmm,what do we do with this one?"

Her head is still upwards,I pull and tighten my grip on her hair again, her face contorts in pain as her pink lips part,her eyes find mine,fear lurks in them,the site calling out to my inner beast like a siren,i dart out my tongue and lick her throat,tears cling to her lower lashes and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"And the girl?" Sin asks

In this case,we kill any unwanted witnesses but something stops me from doing the same to this one.

"I think I've found my new favorite play thing."

Her eyes widen and tears finally stream down her cheeks,she starts to claw at my hand and I hiss at the scorching pain,what's fucked up though is that my dick strains against my jeans at her fight. I let go of her hair and use one hand to hold her in place,I do things quickly and before she can scream,I slap my spiked hank over her nose and in a second,her body slumps against mine.

"I don't think the old man will like this." Kill says as he leans against the door of the van with his hands crossed over his chest.

"Let me worry about that." I say as I put her in the back seat of the van.

"Sin,call the clean up crew to get rid of this mess."

Tonight wasn't supposed to be a kill,but we had to do it anyway,which will piss the fuck out of the Fathers

We get in and drive off.