Young G! Part five: Go for the kill.
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Seated on his desk chair at the side of his bed, legs propped up comfortably, Alex was going over a few documents his father had left for him, and he scannend the pages carefully to make sure he didn’t miss a thing.
For once, he was alone on a late Friday night, his parents out to that fancy club for a swingers night or something of the sorts, and his sister was staying the night at her boyfriends place. He was happy indulging himself in the peace and quiet of his home and with a content sigh he turned the page.
His head snapped up at the sudden sound of the front door slamming shut and footsteps moving closer, and suddenly Aila rushed by his room with heavy breaths.
“Aila?” He called out, sitting up and discarding the folders to the side. “Aila? What happened? Why are you home?” Quickly he made his way out of his room to hers, eyeing her cautiously as she rummaged through some drawers. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
With a wave of dismissal she shook her head. “Nothing. I’m fine. Go back to work.” She sniffed audibly and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’m fine.”
Alex sighed and brought up his hand to her shoulder, nudging it gently to turn her towards him and she pushed back before fully facing him. “Do not touch me.” She spat, tears streaming down her heated, and surprisingly bruised face.
“What happened to you?” He called out, hands moving to cup her face cautiously. “Aila, come here.” He pulled her in for a hug and kissed the top of her head repeatedly, heart beating wildly in his chest and his breathing quickening at the sight of her. “Was it him? It was, wasn’t it?” He spoke angrily. “That fucking scumbag.”
“Alex, no. Please... don’t..” her tiny hands gripped his shirt in her fists and her look was pleading, the stream of tears never ending. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt. It.. it was a mistake. Please don’t.”
With a heavy sigh and a final ferm kiss to her head accompanied by a whisper of “you’re gonna be okay” he drew back to quickly ease himself out of the room, phone already in hand to make a call.
His house was unimpressive, just like he was, Alex decided. He’d never liked him, and he’d always known he was a shady fucker who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Tonight that would change.
His eyes glazed over his surroundings; no one in sight, and he held up his hand to motion his fingers towards the front door, causing his three companions to step forward and pound it.
“Open up scumbag.” Alex dragged, scrunching his nose and biting his lips. “I know you’re home.” The door opened, just a crack, and his sister’s boyfriend peeked through the opening, eyes wide and bloodshot. “Fuck off Alex. I’m busy.” With that he moved to shut the door, but one of the men stopped him by pushing it back firmly.
Impatient and filled with rage, Alex kicked against the flimsy wood of his door and he stepped in, hand fisting his shirt at the chest to drag the guy with him.
He threw him to the ground before motioning for a chair, and soon enough it was placed down nearby.
Two of his men worked him in it and Alex stepped forward to hit him in the face with the back of his hand, a nice starter.
“You are pathetic. I’ve known it from the very second you stepped into my house and It’s gonna bring me so much pleasure to take you apart. Piece by piece.” He struck him again, this time with his fist, and a second time with his full strength. “She is my sister!” He called out angrily, accompanied by another set of harsh blows. “My sister!”
The guy stammered his words, coming up with an excuse to dismiss the situation and Alex caught him off with a slap to the face. “Hold him down. Hold him down!”
His body was shaking, chest heaving and the shot of adrenaline coursing through him caused his ears to ring. This was the moment, the very moment he would go from target practice to using his skills on an actual living, breathing human being. And he would take pleasure in the fact it was him.
His hand trembled as he reached out for his gun, suddenly the weight of it was heavy in his clammy palm and he held it up demonstratively as the man squirmed in the grip of the others.
Alex smoothly worked a silencer on the end of his weapon and with a heavy breath he cocked the gun to prepare it before aiming it at his victims foot.
He shot him in his left foot first, lips curling into a satisfied grin as he whimpered and cried out in pain. Then the right one, and finally one of his knees.
“You have no idea how much I’m enjoying this.” Alex mused, stepping around the room lightly. “I feel much... lighter. More relaxed.” He laughed and aimed for the other knee, quickly releasing another shot with a smile.
Then he stepped forward, gripping his hair and he yanked his head back to bring his own face closer to his. “This is fun, don’t you think? I’m having fun.”
He pressed the gun against the corner of his mouth and he scrunched his nose with a growl. “Open your mouth. Open your mouth!”
After a little struggle, his hand worked the gun into his mouth and he stood up straight, lifting his chin with a arrogant look, eyes slowly trailing down the man’s entirety before settling on his eyes, and after a long moment of silence, nothing but the sounds of his own heavy breathing and the whimpers of the man below him, he pulled the trigger; his final shot.
He took a deep breath and tucked away his gun before straightening his clothes, and with a final glance at the now lifeless figure he turned on his heels and calmly left.
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