Fernando quickly smacks the man's hand up into the air, with the guy reacting by pulling on the trigger.
"the fuck!"
Fernando stands up, and as he grabs on to the man's wrist, he uses the heel of his shoe with full force on the man's kneecaps, a weak spot he learned to attack when he was being groomed to be a hitman years ago, the guy buckles from the pain, and yells out in agonizing pain.
"fuck!"
but Fernando doesn't let go of the man's wrist, he then puts his knee on his back while doing a rear wrist lock and twist lock.
"Not only did you waste time in trying to kill me, you didn't tie my legs, and you're shitty knot on my hands gave me a chance to free myself."
Fernando, without holding back, he pulls the man's arm up until the sound of the bone enpty echoes in the empty warehouse, the man cries in pain.
"Please, no more!"
Fernando stands up and kicks the gun away from
the man's reach, and laughs.
"Why are you crying? you are the one who came after me with he intention of killing me."
he kicks the man at he side of his rib and angrily shouts.
"it is one thing to come after me!"
he points at his unconscious sister.
"You made a huge mistake hurting my sister!"
the man who is crying in pain, said.
"Sorry."
Fernando responds coldly.
"No, you are not, but you will be."
Fernando positions himself at the side of the man's face and gathers as much force as he could when he soccer kicks him, leaving the man completely limp on the ground.
"I was having a good time with my sister, but now you've ruined it by dirtying my hands."
he kneels next his head to listens closely, and hears that he his barely breathing. He stands back up to take off his shirt.
"I can't risk leaving fingerprints on the gun."
he grabs the gun he kicked away using his shirt to
cover his hand.
"Even if I tell the police that are under the Sabatoni's payroll and tell them I'm Brandon's son, they'll still run fingerprints on weapons."
Fernando points the gun at the man's head and says,
"I've got nothing profound to say, but you fucked up."
he pulls the trigger and watches the bullet make a small hole in the back of the man's head through the ski mask, and as the blood makes a small puddle around his head, he thinks to himself.
"before calling the police, I need to make it look like this guy gave me a good beating."
he throws the gun away, and puts his shirt back on.
"alright, no holding back, or they'll know."
he takes a deep breath and punches himself in the ribs, trying not to hold back, he groans to himself.
"that wasn't enough."
he takes rapid breaths and once again punches himself in the same spot, he wraps his arm around his rib, and slumps over in pain.
"yeah, that should do."
he straightens himself up, but he feels a sharp pain in his ribs, he winces.
"shit that is going to leave a bruise."
he tries to shake off the pain.
"I'm not done, I still need to my face."
still trying to nurse his ribs with his arm, he readies his other arm to punch himself in the face.
"you've done this before, you just need to do it quick and not overthink it."
he hypes himself up by breathing rapidly and yelling.
"aaaaaahhhh!"
he nails himself at his right cheek, he grimaces in pain, and through his gritted teeth.
"fu-aaaaack."
he spits out blood.
"I accidentally bit the inside of my cheek, when I punched myself."
he spits out blood again.
"one of my eyes should be good enough."
he makes a fist and looks down at.
"I'm going to regret doing this."
he yells as he swings his fist upwards across his left eye, and upon making contact he angrily curses out loud.
"fucking, fuck!"
he spits out blood again
"one more time in the eye, and I'll call it quits."
he does it one more time, but this time, he felt a cut right above his eyelid, he closes his left eye and grumbles.
"yeah, I'm definitely going to regret that tomorrow."
he then makes his way to Christina, who is still unconscious, he kneels in front of her and gently caresses her cheek.
"hey, Chris I need you to wake up please."
since she doesn't respond, he goes behind her and begins to undo the rope that was binding her hands, he sighs.
"she should have her phone on her, unless that fucker confiscated it from her."
after untying her, he tries not to move her, since he is unsure how hurt she is because of the crash."
he digs through both her pockets for her a phone and apologizes.
"sorry sis, I've got no choice but to do this."
he finds her smartphone and presses on the power button to take it out of sleep mode, he notices that her phone is thumbprint protected, he grabs her hand, and apologizes again.
"sorry sis, I promise I'm only going to call police and not invade your privacy."
he places her thumb on the screen, and it unlocks, he sighs in relief.
"I'm glad it worked, or I would have to leave this warehouse and look for help."
he quickly dials the police, and upon answering his call, he replies in pain.
"is it possible to trace this call, me and my sister were kidnapped and I have no idea where we were taking."
the operator asks.
"yes sir, the police are on their way, can you tell me where the person who kidnapped you is at?"
he answers, trying to sound shaken by the situation.
"he's dead."
the operator continues her line of questioning.
"do you know who did it?"
he thinks to himself.
"I didn't want to use the Black Hoodie yet, but I've no choice now."
he answers.
"yeah another man, wearing a black hoodie, black face mask, black sweatpants and black shoes, came in and killed the man, he then freed me without saying a word."
as Fernando hears sirens in the distance, she responds.
"okay sir, just stay where you are, police officers will be arriving shortly."
he hangs up.
"there is no point in talking with operator anymore."
he kneels in front of Christina and gently caresses
her hand.
"please be alright."
he hears a couple of footsteps approaching, and then a male officer shouts a command with his handgun drawn.
"hands up."
Fernando still nursing his rib, raises one hand.
"officer, help me and my sister are hurt."
the officer gives the same command.
"raise your hands."
he raises both his hands above him, while whincing in pain, he thinks to himself.
"I'm gonna have to use it, if I want him to make him listen to me."
Fernando asks.
"want to know who is my dad?"
want to know who is my dad is a code you use to police officers under the Sabatoni's payroll, and they usually answer back with who is your father, the male police officer looks at him and asks.
"who is your father?"
Fernando sighs and then points at himself and Christina.
"our father, is Brandon Sabatoni."
they all look at each other in disbelief, and then the officer asks.
"do you have any I.D on you to confirm."
he shakes his head.
"I don't have one on me."
he looks at Christina and thinks to himself.
"I think her I.D and Drivers license is in her car."
Fernando takes out Christina's phone.
"here let me call him and he'll confirm who we are to one of your superiors."
he quickly scrolls through her contacts and finds Brandon's number under Daddy, he presses on the call button and after a couple of rings, Brandon's voice comes through.
"princess, I'm a little busy right now, I'll call you later."
Fernando responds.
"Brandon it's me Fernando."
his voice gets serious.
"son? where is Christina? why are you calling and not your sister?"
he answers.
"me and Christina were on our way back home and some crazy guy crashed into us, and we hit a tree."
he asks, concerned.
"are the two of you in the hospital."
he replies.
"the thing is, I don't remember much, and I woke up with me and Christina tied to chairs in an empty warehouse."
he asks, with a hint of anger in his voice,
"since you are calling, I'm assuming you took care of this bastard who did this?"
Fernando answers.
"no sir, I was out of it, until some guy in a black hoodie came and killed the guy, he then untied me and left without saying a word."
he goes silent for a few seconds and replies like he is aware of who he is.
"black hoodie huh?"
Fernando thinks to himself.
"he should know, since I've been paying a guy to wear my black hoodie attire when from the small time Marchetti family, to attack drug dealers working for the Sabatoni's, while I was in prison.
he pauses and then asks.
"so where are you now?"
he replies.
"this is why I called you, I'm still at the warehouse, but can you call police chief and let him know that there are some police officers trying to confirm that we are your kids."
he then asks.
"can you ask one of them to give you their name and badge number, I'll make sure they take you both to the hospital and keep them from harassing you."
Fernando asks the male officer.
"what's your name and badge number."
he answers.
"Richard Hall, badge number 850357."
he asks Brandon.
"did you get that?"
he replies.
"yes son, this matter will be resolved quickly."
after a few minutes, the police officer recieves a call, and he looks at him.
"yes sir."
he motions the other officers to lower the weapons, and he approaches Fernando.
"hey everything is fine now, we'll personally take you and your sister to the hospital."
Fernando points at Christina.
"please be careful with her, I don't know how much she was hurt in the crash."
the officer makes a call.
"we got two injured civilians, we need medical attention A.S.A.P."
he then asks.
"so care to explain in detail what happened?"
Fernando goes into everything that happened since the guy crashed into them, the police officer reacts when Fernando mentions, the guy wearing the black hoodie.
"just to let you know, you are very lucky, this guy in the black hoodie has been causing trouble with the Sabatoni's business, and it's strange since he usually attacks dealers, instead of saving strangers."
after the paramedics arrive and carefully put Christina in a lift, the officer asks Fernando.
"don't worry we'll give you lift, and escort the ambulance to the hospital."
as they are leaving the warehouse, Fernando turns back and see two officers carrying the guy he killed, and asks Richard the police officer.
"what will you guys do to his body."
he answers.
"we are going to dispose of it, just like your dad ordered."
Fernando thinks to himself.
"looks like Brandon is going to hide this incident from the family."
he enters the backseat of the police car and wonders in his thoughts, as they make they escort the ambulance.
"Imma have to pay Alonzo Marchetti a visit sooner rather than later, if I'm going to continue my crusade as the Black Hoodie."
he sighs and looks out the window.
"he's done a good job if they are aware of the Black Hoodie, and it should take away any future suspensions off from me, since I was in prison when he started."
he leans his head against the police car window and slowly drifts off to sleep, thinking.
"he already held up his end of the deal, I hope he doesn't try to cause me problems when I go see him."