Chapter 2 His death (Chapter two)

*Boss, where should Mr. Louie be taken?* Ralph asked.

*Tell them the ware house*

*Are we headed there?*

*Yes* Mickel said.

Ralph stepped on the accelerator and drive to the outskirts of the town. About two miles outside the town they he turned left and after some minutes they arrived at an warehouse. Mickel stepped out of the car. He stood for a while taking in wind and the walked towards the building as he stepped in, the smell of rotten blood hit him. *I thought I asked you guys to have this place cleaned, it stinks in here* He said and then wrinkled his nose. *Oh for fuck sake. I'm not staying in here, bring him outside.* Mickel ordered. He turned and went back outside the guards brought Louie who was tied to a chair, they removed the blind fold.

*Hey there,Mr.Louie. Did you have a nice nap?* He asked. Louie was frightened to the bone.

*Sir?* He could barely speak, his throat seemed dry all of a sudden and he felt cold, really cold.

*So,Mr. Louie, You're telling me that my sales went down by 67%, that means. The profit,just cut by $700 million. Is that a joke?* Mickel asked, his voice growing deeper with every sentence. Louie pleaded.

*I'm really sorry,I promise to triple the profit,please.Spare me*

Mickel frowned at his words.

*Mr.Louie you know how I feel about begging, I hate hearing those words.* his starr burning into Louie. Louie could swear his skin was burning. *But of course I won't hurt you. You're one of the best I have. so here's the deal. Triple the sales like you said, you have two months, if you don't, I'll be having your brains for dinner, you understand?*

Louie nodded frantically. He had peed himself, the voice had gone beyond that of a humans. *Oh come on, Mr.Louie. Get the man cleaned up and send him home* Mickel said to his men and returned to the car. Ralph knew he was headed home now. The days work was done.

*************************************************

She had just clocked off from the club after taking a huge warning from her manager. She didn't get it, why were they so scared of him. Yes he ruled the underworld,so what. she got home and had a cold shower. As she came out if the bathroom her burner phone beeped. she had another job. This one was a huge one . she was being paid $200 million in advance. she smirked. who was this expensive target. Checking the information,it was the nutjob from the club and underworld mafia boss, Mickel Vandolf.

*This could be fun, too bad it's a quick job* she sighed. she went to her closet and pushing her clothes aside,she touched the wall. *Access granted* a mechanical voice said and the wall behind the her clothes opened. inside were various clothes,she used for her mission, disguises, weapons of various kind. Both for her mission and for fun.She went by the name Carly Sinder, but her real name was Kasille Manning and she was a serial killing assassin that was known as red dragon. She killed both for fun and for pleasure and for money. Tonight was for the money and since it was going to be quick she wasn't going to enjoy it but she would enjoy the money. She got dressed. She wore black tight jeans and a black tan top. Black boots to match. She took a sniper. Her hair tied loosely at the back of her head. *Who said murder can't be done in style* she said smiling to herself in the mirror. She used the back door and mounted her bike in the garage and followed the coordinates sent to her. After her job,she'd be told where to get the money. She arrived, 3 blocks away from his house. She climbed a building and positioned herself on the rooftop that faced his mansion. She waited all set, she had removed the safety of the About fifteen minutes later, his car pulled up. She waited. He got out the car and began climbing the stairs. she out in the silencer on the gun as the the door opened, she fired, two at once. Both shots chest. At first he felt a shock then the pain,slow ,he fell to the ground. The guards around rushed to him and the others were looking for threats. Orders began Flying around, they sent out parties to find the shooter, but she was long gone with no trace. In less than an hour,it was all over the news that he was dead. Kasille got her money and went on with her life.

He wasn't dead but in the worst condition possible,the doctors battled to pull out the bullets and after that he was in a coma. The days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Everyone seemed relief that he was gone but he was still fighting for his life in a private hospital outside the country. Six months past and he wakes up but with no memory and a very weak body. He felt lost for a whole year and one day he snapped, everything came crashing back and he found himself filled with Rage. All this while, Ralph and a few loyal guards were there.

When he woke, he called to Ralph.

*It's time to go home, somebody has got to die. Call Felix and tell him, I'm alive and he should gather everyone.. We're gonna find out who hired for my death* His fists clenched tightly and his barely contained his anger.