XI

Demon's POV

I swiftly step out of the car and slam the door behind me. The sun had set a couple of hours ago, and sky was blackened cascading darkness upon the earth. There wasn't even a moon out tonight, meaning it was completely dark. The only light seem to be coming from the bulb above the steal door leading to what appeared to the public as an abandoned warehouse.

The zip up my jacket to protect myself from the cold and walk up to the door, before swinging it open. Stepping into a narrow hallway with grimy walls, I follow the bend until I enter the well lit room where a couple of the guys were standing around in a semi circle covering a man that is roped to a wooden chair. A black mask is covering his face, and the only movement coming from him is the rapid up and down motion of his chest as he takes deep breathes in to try and calm himself down. I can practically smell the fear oozing out of his pores, and that’s just the way I like it.

I walk closer to the semi circle of five men. I dap Jay, Ronin, Alex, Ryker and Max. It's been a while since I've seen my boys but I can't even rejoice because of the eerie atmosphere hanging above us all as we know what is about to go down.

I turn to Ronin who was the one that called me here, “How did we find him?”

“He thought he was being slick by getting a new passport and shit, but he ain't know that we had guys posted at every bus deport and airport in the city.”

I walk up to Mike, the dead man walking, or should I say sitting? I crouch so that I am level with him, I place my hand on his head and shake it around a bit, “Thought you were being smart, hey Mikey?” I sneer out sarcastically. I am only met with a stifled whimper, that has all the guys cracking up.

I straighten myself out and walk over to the metal table that has a whole array of toys lined up for me to use. Beautiful shiny and sharp toys that no parent would want their child to even look at. Well it's a good thing I'm the devil’s child, cause he make sure I always got the latest ones.

I eye the vast options laid out before me before settling on the small yet exceptionally sharp knife positioned at the center of the table. Grabbing the knife, I head back to Mike and rip his mask off his face.

His pale face has red blotches around the eyes as if he had been crying and there was a string of mucus that he was violently trying to sniff back into his nose. Nasty motherfucker.

I crouch once more so that I can look at him in the eyes. They are alert and are filled with unadulterated fear. Just the way I like it, I love the look on my victim’s faces when they see that they are looking into the eyes of a motherfucking Demon.

“So this is how it's gonna work Mikey Mike,” I run the smooth knife along his pale cheek, making sure not to cut the flesh, “I am gonna ask you some questions and if I don't like the answer your blood will start dripping…you got that?”

Mike nods his head frantically as his answer. “Use your words Mike.” I say calmly, the knife still exploring his cheek. “Yes, I understand!”

“Good.” I stand up from the crouched position and look down at the top of Mike’s head. The fucker had a bald spot right in the middle of his head, the sides still had hair but the center was naked. I don't understand why people don't just shave all their hair when it looks like that.

“Who were you pushing information to?” I begin my interrogation. I twirl the knife between my finger unconsciously while I wait for Mike’s answer. This better be good.

“I wasn't pushing any information!” Mike squeals out. “I swear!”

I scoff out at Mike’s answer. I purse my lips while I look at him, as if I'm contemplating what to do with him. I feel like a parent who is looking at their child who just told them blatantly. Good think I'm not a parent cause I would be in jail for what I'm about to do. In a blink of an eye, I bring the knife down and watch as it sinks into Mike’s meaty thigh.

A pain riddled cry escapes his mouth as gapes in shock at the knife sticking out of his thigh. “Imma ask you one more time Mike, who were you pushing information to?” I ask again calmly.

“I'm telling the truth!” Mike yells out with tears and snot dripping down. I take a deep breath in before I grip the knife and twist it clock wise. A river of thick blood is now pouring down his thigh and onto the grey concrete floor.

“My patience is wearing thin Mike.” I say out while I walk over to the table once more. This time around I pick up what looks like a mini saw. The sharp teeth glimmer threateningly under the fluorescent lights.

I walk back to in front of Mike with the weapon in my hand and a malefic smile etched upon my face. Mike’s eyes widen in fear at the sight of my little friend in my hand. “This about to hurt like hell Mike.” I say, positioning the knife of his shoulder.

“Okay, okay!” Mike screams out, “I’ll talk, I'll tell you everything you want to hear.” We all look at him expectantly when he does start speaking. “Well damn, speak motherfucker.” I hear Jay chiming in from behind me.

“Okay, I was suppose to be gathering intel about the cartel for some guy named The Ripple or The Nipple, something like that.” Mike squeals out, “it was just suppose to be info about the shipments and how many men we got and stuff like that.”

“Wait hollup, hollup” Jay speaks out again, “Did you just say that the niggas name was ‘The Nipple’” I can hear the amusement in his voice, “The fuck kinda name is that?”

“Sorry Mike, did you rather mean The Ripper?” Alex questions, with a calculating look on his face. From Alex’s expression I can gather that this ain't good news for us.

“Yes, The Ripper, that’s what his name was.” Mike agrees energetically, “ you have to understand, I was getting paid $150 000 man.”

“Did you ever see The Ripper?” Alex questions while stepping out of the semi circle and closer to Mike, “Did you ever see his face?”

“No, I was just dealing with this guy named Rafael.”

Alex looks disappointed before he turns away from Mike and just walks out the warehouse completely. Taking it as my signal, I pull the gun out from waist band and shoot Mike right in the face. He was no use to us anyways.

“Someone get this shit cleaned up.” I say, turning away from Mike’s now limp body. At my words, Ryker and Max step toward the body and begin their job of making the body and any other evidence disappear.

“So how's that chick from earlier?” Ronin asks me, he has this excited gleam in his eyes. “She a complete pain in my ass, that's what she is.” I reply irritatedly.

“But you gotta admit she hot though.” Ronin says with his eyebrows wiggling up and down. I just look at him with a blank stare, not saying anything before turning toward the exit.

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It felt real good planting a bullet in Mike's skull. The fucker broke the most important rule in the cartel, he snitched to a damn rival. He was even gonna be their mole and everything.

It was a good thing he got caught out before he could get any substantial evidence against the cartel, but the damn rat ran away before we could punish him for his betrayal.

When Ronin called earlier saying that he caught Mike, I was happy cause it meant that I was gonna kill somebody tonight. You don't break the omertà and live.

Pulling the car into the parking lot of my complex, cut the engine of the car and grab the two pizza boxes and the six pack of beer that are on the passenger seat.

Opening the driver’s door, I step out the car and close the door behind me as I walk up to the entrance. I don't even bother locking my car because I would love to meet the fool that would have the courage to steal anything from me.

Before entering the crappy apartment building, I brace myself for whatever that stupid girl upstairs got in store for me. All she does is talk; I think as I walk up the stairs leading to my floor, she never stops talking!

And it's not like what she talks about has any relevance, all she does is ask questions that are frankly none of her business. Reaching the last step, I go fishing for the keys in my back pocket while the pizza and beer are balanced on my left hand.

When I find them, I head to my door and start unlocking it. As soon as I get in my apartment, I’mma plant myself in front of the couch for an hour or two, then I'll have to exercise all this pizza off.

As the door swings open, I am stunned at the sight before me. The stupid girl is sitting on the windowsill with the window wide open.

We stare at each other for a second while chilling breeze wafts into the apartment from the open window. The look in her eyes tells me that she is about to do something crazy. Before I can even react, she jumps out the damn window.

Placing the food on the floor near the door, I make a quick dash to the window to see if that idiotic girl fell to her death or not. To my dismay, when I reach the window I see that there is a fire escape outside the window and I see her climbing to the bottom fast.

Releasing a frustrated sigh, I hike out the window and chase the girl down the fire escape. I fucking hate this girl!

Amandla's POV

My feet clank loudly on the rusty stairs of the fire escape. I'm trying my best to go as fast as I can, but these rickety stairs are making me tread slowly due to a fear of one of these corroded stairs giving out under my weight.

Above me, I can hear the cluttering of Demon's shoes against the metal as he pursues me. Damn it! I shouldn't have wasted so much time snooping around in Demon's room, but it is too late for regrets now. I must focus on running far, far away from this place.

Stepping off the last step, I look left and right to find an easy escape route. Unfortunately for me, the sun has already set and this crappy neighbourhood doesn't have any street lights, which I'm literally looking into pitch darkness on either side of me.

With no time to spare, I just make a dash to the left, praying hard that I doesn't run smack dab into a wall.

Running blindly, I hear Demon hot on my trail. I have no idea how he knows where I am, it is so flippin dark that I can't even see my own hands. Does he have cat eyes or something?

The cold wind relentlessly slaps me in the face and I continue running as fast as I can. I can't even feel my face right now! That's how cold it is! Back home in Africa, we do get cold winters but this is another level of cold, and it doesn't help that I don't have a jacket on.

"Stop running now!" I hear not too far behind me.

"No!" I breathily shout back. "Leave me alone!"

"I swear you're gonna regret it if you don't stop now!"

As a reply I just release a loud farting sound with my mouth, showing him that I'm not taking him seriously at all. In the sea of darkness I see a small dot of light nearby, hope gushes throughout my whole body.

I make a dash for where the light is. Looking over my shoulder, I see that Demon is just a few feet away from me; the nigga runs so damn fast!

When I finally reach the location of the light, I realise that I am in fact in the parking lot of the building. Through a quick scanning of the area, I see that there is only one car in the parking lot and there are no cars driving past on the nearby road.

I hear Demon gaining on me, so I panic and make a dash for the car in the lot. Upon reaching the car, I try my luck and open one of the back doors. Expecting to find the door locked, I am pleasantly shocked when the door swings wide open. Wow! What kind of an idiot leaves their car unlocked in such a dodgy neighbourhood? Either way, thank you idiot! You just saved my life.

As I'm about to jump into the car, I feel something approaching from my left at a very fast pace. Before I can even react, my body is violently slammed to the ground.

An excruciating pain shoots through my chest. Tears instantly prick my eyes. It feels as if a truck just slammed into me and damn well broke all my ribs.

A pained groan escapes my mouth as I open my eyes and look up. My eyes take in Demon's furious face that is looking down at me. I try getting up to run away from him, cause the expression on his face says that he wants to murder me, but I realise that I am trapped under him. His legs are on either side of my hips and his hands are trapping mine above my head. If this was a different situation and if wasn't glaring at me as if I was the bane of his existence, then I probably would have been blushing.

"You're going to regret that." He gruffly spits at me before recklessly yanking me off the ground.

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So we got Damon's point of view!! Now we kinda know what's going on in his head.

Unfortunately our sister didnt get to fully escape, but she was so close though 😢

Please share your thought on this chapter, and i just wanna say thank you to all the people that have been voting and commenting, i love y'all ❤

Your girl, Kenny 😘