Chapter 1
Kell
It was a fucking shit storm. I was wading in disease-infested waters. Michael was dead, leaving me with his rabid followers who were in desperate need to be put down. I was my brother's second in command, and now I was the don. Sighing, I looked at Joe, one of the many who followed my brother and agreed with his methods.
“Please, Kell.” Joe, begged.
“Look at you beg. How many begged while you laughed?” I asked.
His eyes, full of fear, grew bigger.
“I’m not my brother, and the shit he did is over,” I added.
I've looked in the mirror more than once to make sure it was still me looking back. My dark short hair, short scruffy beard, and dark blue eyes and well-toned build was what I would always see reflected back. My brother kept his appearance neat with a suit, short well-groomed hair, and clean-shaven face. I preferred T-shirts and jeans it helped you blend in better.
Looking at Joe, I remember what I was doing, and why I was here. It was time to clean house. The family home also the organizations place of operations needed to be purged. I wanted to breathe clean air instead of the nasty stench these sick fucks gave off. They were a type of pollution in need of filtering.
“I can change.” Joe, cried.
“No. Diseases need to be cured. You’re like a fucking cancer, there is no saving you,” I spit the words.
Turning, I looked at Ivan. His dark head was bent as his tan hand reached for another body wrapped in plastic. Ivan served five years in Iraq as a sniper the man was built like a tank and ruff around the edges. I look at the bodies that littered the floor behind him. Before looking back at him.
“Ivan,” I called.
He nodded and started dragging away one of the bodies. The plastic wrapped around whomever it was, which made it easier to glide across the floor.
“Anything else to say?” I asked.
“I… I don’t want to die.” Joe, cried.
“And neither did all those women, but they did and so will you.” I stated.
Placing the barrel to his head, I pulled the trigger. Blood sprayed the walls behind him, and the loud echo bounced around the room. Pulling one of the ear protectors, I looked at the new heap on the floor. Just another puddle of blood that needed to be cleaned.
Running my fingers through my short brown hair I resist the urge to rub the dark scruff on my face. My breathing was slow, and even. The only joy I got in killing these animals was the retribution all those women deserved. Killing family was not something that shouldn't have been this easy. my heart stayed steady and strong as I looked at the carnage all around me.
Blood sprayed the walls in front on me the splatter almost like art. Staring at it, I think of why I was here doing what I was doing. They tortured, raped, and sold women. Each and every one of these sick fucks deserved this and more.
I needed a fucking break. A few of the pricks were running, and some were out having fun not knowing what was coming. The funny thing was at first, they were scared shitless.
I gave them a month to calm their shit as I put together a list of whom needed to be ended and a list of those who didn’t deserve to breathe.
“Kell.”
Turning I looked at Ivan, the only person I trusted.
“He went to the bar.” Ivan, stated.
Ah, my brother's second had taken off for a little R&R. He had no idea what was coming, but he would.
“Guess we’re going out. Have someone else clean this shit up.” i tell him.
As soon as the words left my mouth Ivan nodded and walked away, knowing he would be coming along with me tonight. I walked out of the room and headed in the direction of my office. This place was filled with fucked up memories. When I was younger, it was my granddad’s office.
He was a fucked-up piece of shit, and my father carried that gene as well. My brother and I were lucky as fuck to not end up like them. I wasn’t supposed to take this seat, so they only trained him.
They showed him how to do the nasty shit. I owed Jackal since he killed my brother and saved me from having to do it. Sometime soon I would need to make peace, but not until my house was squeaky clean.
I was lost in a world of pain and darkness as my head throbbed with the memories of all the fucked-up shit I witnessed. I headed to the bar while my mind was trapped in the past.
“We're here.” Ivan, announced.
Ivan knew since we’ve been inseparable since childhood and kept quiet. When my father’s underboss his second in command died, Ivan and his son were brought into the family home. My mother begged and pleaded with my father.
She was the reason Ivan was brought into the inner sanctuary. My father may have been batshit crazy, but he cared for my mom at times. She told him he owed it to Ivan considering his father knocked up one of the women they play with.
She was one who unfortunately found themselves in my father’s garden. He liked to call it that because they come to him as seeds. He would say things, and he would do things to shape them into something beautiful and perfect.
By beautiful and perfect, he meant hollow and tortured. Opening the door to the bar, I watched as the men gulped and tried to sink into the furniture. I didn’t see him and became disappointed.