Lucas pov
My entire body, from my hair to my feet, was doused with hot water. I was so tired from last night's party that I needed to calm myself because I knew I had work today. I stayed in the bathroom for a while, then came out, collected my white towel, and tied it around my waist. I went straight to my changing room and stood in front of the mirror, and sure enough, I looked good.

I heard my phone ringing as soon as I pulled open the first drawer to get my hair cream. I did not give a damn who was calling because I was not going to answer it until I was done, but it persisted. After I finished applying the cream to my hair, I went to the desk in my room and picked up the phone to check who was calling.

Fuck, it was Diego, my best friend, and I had missed 20 calls. That dickhead is probably calling me because of work, and I am not feeling it. I called him back, and he picked it up right away. "Hey asshole, what the fuck were you doing that you could not answer your goddamn phone?"Diego asked with a frustrated tone.

So, judging by the tone, the boss is very angry with me. "I was freshening up, can't I do that again? I would be there by ten," I said. "You better or the boss is going to whip your ass and suit up. The boss wants you to bring your own gun this time." And that was the end of the call. I went to my kit, wore a black boot, a black jacket, and pants, and got my AK-47, time to begin my day. I left my dorm, took my Ferrari, and drove.

I arrived at the headquarters, stepped out of my car, and confidently walked into the hall. I hid my gun in the mini bag I carried; it was red in color. A lot of people were working there. My boss makes his company look all good with staff, but nah, he ain't good-hearted. I entered the elevator and went to the top floor. As the elevator sounded and opened, I saw the boss at the side of the table, as well as my fighting buddies Diego, Reyon, Arnold, and Maron. We were the best the boss had, and he always sent us on missions. We were close friends, but Diego was my best.

That motherfucker, I have no idea what he did to become my best friend, but we are inseparable. I went to my assigned chair. The table was long, my boss sitting at the center, then to the left and right were six chairs equally. I took the seat at the left where Diego and Armod were already sitting. I knew the boss is going to be fucking angry...

The boss, with an angry tone, spoke, "Lucas, you are late again. The next time you are late, you are going to be in fucking trouble." His voice was so loud, and I could feel it going through my brain. Ouch, it hurts. "Okay, ok, calm down, so who do we have to kill that is making you so worked up?" I asked. For I always come late to meetings almost all the time, and I knew it hasn't gotten to his head yet. So I'm guessing something has annoyed him greatly.

Then the boss took a deep breath before responding, "Do you guys remember those people we made a deal with?" The boss asked, "Yeah, those assholes that tricked us and we did not even fucking kill them, what a shame," Reyon said with a smirk. Reyon always the heartless one, the one that always has a catchphrase to say while fighting. I learned from him. Marion teasingly remarked, "Oh, I like where this is going, boss. Say it, say we should go and tear their heads apart." "Amazing sense of humor, I assumed you were scared of the skull in the head," Arnold said to Marion while blowing his fingernails and acting like he didn't care for what was going on around him. Always keeping that nice but selfish character. "No, I am just afraid of the eyes; they are scary," Marion answered. "And you call yourself strong-hearted, what a pity," I then said.

Maroon is always the joker, but when it comes to fighting, he is very skilled. You might think he is stable and innocent, but that boy is one crazy nigga. "It is enough. Here's the plan: you guys would take the van, and I would send you the address so you could make sure to murder them all," the boss stated with an evil smirk. You could see the hatred in his eyes; that's how he always looked. His brown eye glowed  like a demon when he wants people dead. We all uttered "yes, sir," in unison.

Each of us had a different clothing style.
To avoid being noticed, it had to be completely black. I always carried my beloved AK-47, while the others each had a preferred weapon that best served their needs. Diego always drove our black van; he is the best at doing stunts and dodging cars when we are pulling off a major heist. The dude always gets full of himself when driving and doing crazy stunts. Next time he does that, I am going to smack him; maybe it might just reset his brain. We got inside, and the van's GPS showed us where their hideout was.

After a short while, we came to a dim alley where we saw a bungalow with poorly lit lights, which made our task easier. "Ok, this is the plan," I spoke. Then, before I could finish, Diego spoke, "Asshole, why are you the one making the plan?" "Because I fucking know how to; I am the best in that, and you know it." "Whatever dude, just be fast. I have an appointment very soon," Diego said while glancing at his watch to check the time. Who the fuck checks the time on a deadly mission, what a dick. "Appointment with a hoe," Maron teased. "Shut the fuck up before I shut it for you," Diego threatened while giving him a deadly eye contact. "Whatever," Maron said.

"Guys, we are in the middle of a mission; leave your bickering for later, so you better shut the fuck up," I said. "Okay, so, what is the plan?" Armod asked. "Okay, Reyon, Armod, you take down all the men, and I will look for their leader, Diego Maron..." Before I finished, Maron cut in, "Why are you pairing us up, dude?" "Just bear with it. You guys are backup, make sure to be behind me," I replied. "Great, just great," Diego said. "Ok, guys, let's go," I said.

I stealthily tilted the handle of the door and saw it was open. I opened the door while the rest were at my back. The place was quiet, no sight of anyone but their door was opened weirdly. "Ok, guys, simple and quick," I said. and quick," I said.

The next minute, a door opened, and guns started being shot. "Ok, baby, let's see how well you work," I said to my gun. We started shooting, guys falling, and blood being spilled. More and more men were coming. It's like they knew we were coming. "I thought this was going to be simple," Reyon said while shooting his gun. "It's simple, you're just a whiny baby," Maroon teased him while being surrounded by three guys and shooting them in the head. "Guys, handle them; I am going inside," I told them.

I ran inside, shooting my guns at the men as I went.

I saw someone almost close to me pointing his gun at my head. "So you're the dickhead that could not keep your deal," I said, raising my gun up, holding the trigger. "You guys need to learn how to let things go, you know," the guy said, not showing any emotions, but a slight smirk came from his mouth. "I know we are letting it go by killing you," I said with a smirk. "Why don't we handle this man to man without the guns?" the guy suggested. Is he a fool? I ain't playing games here, but he wants that, alright. "Really, just to give you a heads up, the gun will make it quicker, no pain, but that one you would be crying for your maker," I said with a smirk. "Now drop your gun," the guy said. "Drop yours first, nigga. I don't trust you," I said. "Okay, we'll drop them at the same time," he said.

We dropped our guns, and I gave the first punch, making him stagger. I took it as my opportunity and started punching him, not waiting for him to regain his position. I punched his face so badly that he started bleeding and had a black mark on his eye. He punched me a couple of times, and I dodged. Then he got me on my nose. "Okay, you're good," I said, and he smiled.

He gave me some blows on my tummy which made blood drip from my mouth. Who the heck was this fucking leech who thinks he can punch me without dying? "I'm going to send you to your maker," I shouted with pain and anger in my voice. I got so angry I started punching him, giving him blows from left, right, back, all the places he could imagine. I used my right leg to kick his groin, and he fell flat to the ground. I smiled as he was feeling the pain down on his manhood, the perfect spot to bring down a man. I wasn't keeping my side of the deal. I beat him up so much that he couldn't get up from the floor. I took my gun and shot him.

I came out of the house and saw the guys already waiting for me by the van. "What took you so long?" Diego asked. "I was fighting with my hands," I replied. "Well, we have been waiting here for a pretty long time; you were so slow," Armod said, looking at me to see my reaction to what he said.
He knew my reply wouldn't be sweet, but he still wanted to test me. Luckily, I wasn't in the mood. "Not a word, Diego, I am driving," I said while trying to hide my wounds. "Yes, sir," he said and hit me on my arm. "Whoever fought you did you dirty. Are you sure you can drive?" he asked. "Of course, dickhead," I replied. Then he gave me the key, and I opened the van, taking the first aid kit to clean my wounds. It didn't hurt much, and it wasn't a heavy flow, just a few punches. The guy could fight, but he wasn't fully strong. Good heavens, I ended him. I noted that he wasn't boring while fighting; I would have stayed longer. We entered the car, and I started driving. "We started our day by killing, so fun, let's do it again," Maron said. "Maybe very soon, you're next," Diego said while shaking his head. We all laughed at Diego's comment; this was our reality. We were a group of skilled and deadly assassins, always ready to take on any mission that came our way.

As we drove away from the scene, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was what I was born to do, and I was damn good at it.

But as we drove further away from the bungalow, a thought crossed my mind. Were we truly doing the right thing by taking lives? I mean, yeah, when those people deserve it. Were we truly justified in our actions, or were we just pawns in a game of power and control?

I pushed these thoughts aside, focusing on the road ahead. For now, all that mattered was completing the mission and getting back to the headquarters in one piece. Whatever doubts or questions lingered in my mind could wait until later.

As we drove on, the sun began to rise, casting a golden light over the city. And in that moment, I knew that no matter what darkness lay in my past or my future, I would always be a killer at heart. And that was something I would have to live with for the rest of my days.