There. I killed him. I killed the biggest mafia gang-leader in the whole of America – the unbeatable, the invincible. I looked at my hands, all bloodied and bruised. Although my abdomen was trying to counteract my hormones right now due to the gunshot wound, the adrenaline kept pulsing relentlessly in my veins. But at the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but think that I just lost my only family member- not that I actually cared. My older brother. Surprise, not.
I looked at his body. The face was unrecognizable as I didn’t realize what I was doing while I recklessly punched him. It was blue and black and purple and crimson. But, as I said, I had the least amount of remorse for his death – if at all. One day ago, I was nobody. Now, I am the leader of the strongest gang in America, not to mention, the most wanted by the useless cops.
My only worry at the moment is how to hide his corpse. His allies are going to go haywire when they find out that ‘The Rafe Sliverne’ has safely landed in hell. I sprayed alcohol everywhere to erase my fingerprints- even on Rafe. Then I carefully pulled on my rubber gloves and picked him up and threw him in the plastic covered trunk of his car. I sat my chair heaters (butts- for those who ain’t that clever) in the passenger seat. I removed the styrofoam cover from the delicate yet menacingly hazardous box that contained Atropos’ scissors to cut the thread of life. In sweeter words, a bomb. Having the job of an electrical engineer on sides had its own perks. I quickly activated it to five minutes.
I had no time. I pushed the car to the edge of the cliff I stood on and fled on my ninja bike. All I had to do know is grab the attention of the police as an innocent under the circumstances that I don't get caught.
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