Wilder's P.O.V.
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I had a D-ranked mission for my last mission of the day which was to kill someone. I hopped off my fiery red Ferrari and walked up to Alex Garcia's home.According to the report I got, Alex Garcia was a member of our mafia and he was a goddamn traitor. He gave the Russians our plans for 50 million dollars. He had no wife or kids and lived alone in his house.
I knew his bedroom was on the third floor of his house so I climbed a tree. I could have just unlocked the front door with my lock picking skills but hey, I was bored.
'Huh, the window is wide open. Easier for me then.' I thought.
I then jumped from the highest branch and grunted when I lifted myself inside of the window. I was now standing in Alex's bedroom. I could see him laying down on his bed and could hear him breathing quietly.
I took out my pistol and used the back of it to knock him out cold. I then dragged him out of his room and kicked him down the flight of stairs. He tumbled down the stairs and when he finally reached the bottom of the staircase, a pool of blood started to form under his head.
I knew that was not enough to kill him so I just shrugged and got into the elevator. Once I arrived at the bottom level, I picked up the traitor with my gloved hands. I hoisted him up onto my shoulders like a sack of potatoes and made my way to the front door.
I kicked open the door with my right foot and walked out. I put him in the back seat of my car and speed off into the night sky.
When I arrived at the abandoned building, I first searched for any weapons on him. I didn't bother to tie him up with some rope because it was boring that way. I liked to have fun. After that, I splashed a bucket of ice-cold water on the traitor's face.
Where did I get the bucket of water you may ask? Well it was a gift from the author. Anyways back to the story.
Instantly, he opened his eyes and before he could even blink, I punched that bastard in his face. I grinned sadistically when I heard a crack.
"Aaaaahh!" The traitor screamed as he flew several meters away from me due to how strong I punched him in the face.
He slowly sat up as he cupped the left side of his jaw which was beginning to swell. I casually strode to the man and kicked him in his abdomen.
He groaned in pain. He tried to get back up but I stepped on his hand hard. Blood splattered all over my black combat boots and some of it splattered on my exposed ankles. I frowned in disgust.
I brought out my pistol and shot the fucker right in the head.
I would torture him, but I was not in the mood after his blood touched me. I left his lifeless body there and walked out of the abandoned building. I didn't have to worry about his dead body being found as I knew the clean-up crew was coming in a few minutes.
I ran a gloved hand through my black hair and sighed. I made my way to my red Ferrari and sped off home.
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"I'm back bitch!!!" I shouted as I entered the mansion.
"Ugh. I thought you finally died." Luke groaned when he heard me.
Despite what Luke said, I could see the relief in his eyes.
I sighed and walked over to Luke.
I hugged his smaller frame and lightly kissed him on the lips.
"No homo right?" Luke asked.
I laughed and replied, "No homo."
I mentally rolled my eyes. According to Luke, he was straight. Sure, and pigs can fly. Luke just won't admit it. We were best friends, well more like friends with benefits.
Two years ago when I was 14 years old, I ran away from the orphanage where I lived. The people there abused me and I couldn't take it anymore. I realized how stupid I was when I realized I had no money.
Lucky for me, just three days after I ran away, I met Luke. Luke was the son of Armani Castello, the underboss of the Italian mafia. He had snuck off without his bodyguards and was surrounded by three men.
Me being me, I fought off the men while Luke ran away.
I was beaten up that night and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found out that Luke begged his father to take me in. Luke and I were raised in the mafia together. It's been two years since then and I was 16 years old while Luke was 17.
"How did the mission go?" Luke questioned.
"Great. Where is Armani?" I asked.
"Dad left to New York an hour ago for a business meeting. Something to do with the Russians."
The Russian mafia was the Italian mafia's sworn enemy.
I nodded and said, "I'm heading off to bed."
"Okay."