I waited patiently for the sound of the gun. I feel blood rushing through my veins, tonight I was going to make yet another kill. It was just as exciting as the first time my father and I went to war. I was sixteen and to be a man, I had to kill one of the guards. I was terrified at the sight of how much blood gushed out from the open wound. After my second and third kills, I felt absolutely nothing. I didn't feel any guilt or fear, I killed and did whatever I wanted without any emotion escaping from me.
Tonight, I was going to take down Salvatore. Our feud started when his men disrupted the delivery of some of my goods, thereby slowing down business for me for over two years now. I asked he repaid the loss he cost me and he refused. Things got ugly very quickly when our men got caught up in an open fire. I lost two of my men and I had to avenge their deaths. I had to bury their bodies myself and break the sad news to their families. It was one of the hardest things I had to do. I swore I wasn't going to rest until the person who killed them was dead too.
I couldn't wait to see the look on Salvatore's face. I was going to end it all tonight and all his outfits were going to be mine. I glanced at my wristwatch, it was five minutes to eleven pm. Once it struck eleven, the first gunshot was going to go off, which was the sign that my men had successfully breached Salvatore's security, and they were in his house. I hid behind the bushes a few blocks from his house. I couldn't get a clear view of what was going on, but I had my gun loaded and ready to fire. My knives were safely tucked in my sheath.
At exactly eleven, the first gun shot was fired, followed by a couple more. I could hear screams and shouts from Salvatore's guards. I came out of the bush, guns in both hands, ready to fire. While my men dealt with the guards, I decided to move into his chambers. It took me months to get a ground plan of what his home looked like and what his routine was like. Right now, he was having his bath, most likely surrounded by ladies from the finest parts of town. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I broke down the door. The cries and shouts would probably get to Salvatore, but he'd be too carried away to know what happened, and he'd be slow to act.
His house, just as I was informed, was dimly lit. I found my way to the stairs and moved to the second floor where Salvatore's room was. Without any warning, I broke the door and let myself in. The shock on his face was just the same way I had pictured it to be all this while. His bald head sunk into the thick folds of his neck. His large owl-like eyes comically widened even more when I pointed my gun at him, and he tried to sit up in the bathtub but it was too slippery. The ladies shrieked and I almost rolled my eyes. This was the reason why women weren't allowed in my clan; they were too soft-hearted and weak.
"Leave" I order
I watched the half-naked ladies scramble for their clothes and run out of the door. Good riddance anyway, I couldn't have any of them witness me killing Salvatore.
"You think you can just walk in here and do as you wish?"
Now, Salvatore was out of the bathtub with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"You know how things go. Kill by the sword, die by the sword."
I don't like to give a long speech before I kill, I had other important things to do.
"Not if I kill you first", he quickly reached for the gun in his cabinet and pointed it at me.
I've been in this situation too many times and I knew just what to do. I covered the space between us, our guns still pointed at each other. Everywhere was silent save for the running tap and Salvatore's deep breaths.
I drove my elbows into his ribs, the sound of broken bones confirmed that I made a good hit. He stumbled to the ground and I quickly tackled the gun out of his hand. He grunted and tried to get up, but the floor was too slippery.
Now, I had both guns pointed at him. He put his hands together in a plea position but it was too late, my heart could never be softened. I put the guns away and drew out my knife. I could remember the deep cuts I saw on my men's body. I was going to do the same thing to Salvatore.
In one slash, I cut him from his throat to ear. He tried to scream but I severed his vocal cords so he only made a strangled gurgling sound as he held his throat. In a few minutes, he would be dead.
Just then, a high-pitched scream came from the corner of the room. I dropped my knife and moved to the tiny figure in annoyance. I thought I had ordered all the ladies to leave the room. How dare she stay behind?
"Who was that?" Lochan, my right-hand man, asked as he rushed into the room.
"Do you want me to deal with her?" He asked as he drew his knife.
I put my hands up, refraining him from moving closer to her. I never allowed the killing of women. It was unacceptable except in cases where it was necessary. The lady had her head bowed, and her body rocked from the horror she had just witnessed. I kissed my teeth and thought about what to do. I was running out of time. I had only a few minutes left until the authorities arrived at the scene.
I grabbed her by her tiny arm and ordered my men to leave the building. She was going to be punished for disobeying me.