Breaking Rules

Broken people tend to hurt others, or if not, they hurt themselves more. There are dark secrets that we don’t want others to know. We all have wounds that we can’t heal.

Same books, same titles, but different pages. We all have stories that we don’t read out loud. Same pains but different reasons.

Pain is what changes people. Some become rude. The others become playful. But most of them become silent.

They screamed out in agony. They had the impression that they were in Satan’s hell. They feel as if they were burned alive, while they are subjected to pain. And they almost die as they scream nervously. But the people who were responsible for their suffering had no sense of empathy for them. There was no sense of remorse. They have nothing but the desire to torture and murder them. The desire to have their own freedom.

The man holding the gun smirked. He amuses himself by playing with his gun. While the cigarette is stuck between his two fingers on the other hand. He appeared to be a lethal and dangerous person to mess with.

“Do you think we’re a bunch of fools?” he asked, pointing a gun at one of their pawns. While looking at those murderous eyes, the guy shook his head nervously, swallowing his saliva.

The other man, who was drinking a beer, shook his head. He massaged the bridge of his nose while closing his eyes. Boredom has taken hold of him.

He can hear their pawns’ pleading voices. He chuckled inanely as he drank from the can of beer once more. He drew his gun and fired at the man who had screamed. He was irritated. His head was already throbbing from the man’s piercing howl. He was a jerk. He just looked at that without emotion on his face.

The man’s body was lying on the dirty floor where they are. As a result, the blood flowed to the floor like water. He didn’t give a fuck about it, not even a blink. That’s how vicious he is.

“Will you two please stop being morbid? Even if only once?” The man with a cigarette in his hand stated.

“Dude, stop being gay,” he said while playing with the canned beer on his palm.

“I’m not gay, you fucking asshat!” the man said in a monotonous tone and puffed his cigarette. He puffed the smoke from the cigarette and looked at the two. They were busy torturing their pawns again.

He shook his head and boring watched the two torture their pawns. It’s not new to him to see those two being a devil themselves. They’re all a fucking demons trying to hide from everyone. He smoked the cigarette for the last time, the two killed the rest of the crew of the man they were fleeing. So it was normal for him to see them being too brutal in torture. This is a normal thing for them.

He licked his lips before getting the attention of the two. The two looked bored when they look at him, oh come on. Not even a smile huh.

“We have a problem…”

“Give me a second. I want to be wasted before I hear your fucking nonsense problem.” It knocked over a bottle of vodka that had just opened.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I said we, it’s not just mine,” he scowled. He looked at the other guy who was just silently looking up while his eyes were closed.

The man looked at him and hissed. It even pointed a gun at him. “Fucking get out before I shoot you on your head,”

He was confused so he muttered his what. But he cursed loudly as the man shot him. Fortunately, he quickly dodged the bullet that was coming for him. Be glared at the man.

“Bloody fucking hell?”

“Fucking solve the problem. Or the next bullet will be on your head.”

He just shook his head again as he walked away from their basement. Like what the fuck? It’s not just his problem. That’s a problem for the three of them. But guess what? He will just solve it alone. That’s unfair. So fucking freaking unfair. He would rather stay at a bar and flirt with different women than do what he was asked to do. Ah. He suddenly wants to get laid and bang some women.

But he still has work to do. Damn. Damn his twin brothers.

“Whatever.”

He has already reached his destination. He is leaning against a pole and counting the time. He smiled playfully before getting his gun. His target was on the other side of the street. Currently getting out of a restaurant. He readies it while putting a silencer on the gun.

He directed it at his intended target. His alleged perpetrator was only a short distance away. He was no more than five meters away from the man. Shooting the man from that range wasn’t a bad idea.

If people will look closely, they could notice him holding a gun. Someone might recognize him since he was just wearing a black mask that only covers half of his face. But he doesn’t care about it. He prefers this so that his work is not boring. Well, he can actually use a long-range kind of gun and stay on a rooftop or farther than that. But there’s no thrill if he will do his job from a far distance.

“Only weaklings will use a sniper, this one is so much fucking better,” he thought as he saw his target come to a halt in front of a car. He lowered his gun and moved closer to his target. This is much better, approaching the target and then pointing right through its head.

He stopped when he was already in front of the man. The man looked at him, parting his lips in shock. He removed his mask. Then he grinned when he saw the man in front of him looking at him in fear.

“Miss me, fucker?”

He raised his hand holding a gun. He pointed the gun at his target.

“Cosa Nostra,” he grinned more when he got the reaction he wants. “Montefeltro-Valmarana…”

“Welcome to hell, bitch…”

And he shoots him in the head right then and there. He smiled emotionlessly as he watched the man fall to the ground. The blood is strewn across the floor. He licked his lips before looking at the girl who had witnessed him murdering his prey. He could tell she was staring at him from the start. Looks like he has some audience, huh.

Her terrified eyes and trembling lips were visible to him.

Before putting on the mask again, he gave her an evil grin. He threw the silencer into the trash as he walked down the street, concealing the gun he was holding.

“The world is full of darkness, baby. Don’t expect that it will always be colored in a rainbow.

He heard an approaching police vehicle. They were, as expected, late. He sighed and put his hands in his pockets. Associates are really a bunch of fucking jerks.