1 What?

"Oi, oi, oi! Wake up! This is boring can we kill him already?" a voice spoke.

"We don't have permission to kill the newcomers, remove the blindfold."

It was pitch black, suddenly I felt hands on either side of my head firmly removing the dusty cloth which they used to blindfold me. I saw a rather tall figure, my vision was blurry but I was able to make out some of it.

The room I was in had stains of blood in all places across the room, the apparatus were tainted with blood as well and the room reeked of nicotine. In front was a gentleman who wore a murky skirt and a rather exquisite moustache. Beside him, was a female wearing a rather outsized t-shirt with jeans and a beanie along with stains of cocaine all over her.

"Excuse me, sir! Can we get you some water, food, perhaps a mint?"

"Stop pestering the hostage! The boss will not be pleased if there are casualties on our new recruit."

"Aww, damn it! Too bad, I wanted to see the look on his face when I tore open his neck."

"Sorry about my colleague, he doesn't know anything about making acquaintances. We don't use our real names here but everyone calls me Lil Dookie, It's a pleasure to meet you. He is called Skirt Skirt,"

It was rather hard to breathe with the aroma of weed as she approached me. A third figure entered the room. It was another feminine; she too had a beanie and wore a t-shirt with a picture of a chicken with a pan along with khakis.

"The hell are you two goofballs doing down here?" she shouted.

"Nothing much, Lil Nug. The boss asked us to look into this fine young fellow and evaluate him whether he would be good for our family."

"Is that so? You! My name is Lil Nug, I'm one of the three commanders amidst our family. Pray do tell, what individual in the right mind would be this psychotic to join our little club?"

I was trembling, but I let out my anger saying;

"Little club? You are not a part of a club. You people are insane; you have murdered hundreds of lives just because your boss wanted you to. I don't want to join your crazy family. You all act like gentlemen when you all are mass murdering sociopaths."

"You people? That's a lil' harsh don't you think? I'm sorry, man, after what you have seen we cannot let you go....Oh I almost forgot!"

She turned to the door she entered in and spoke;

"What was it that we had to do?"

A figure appereaed from the shadows, he was wearing a dark cloak.

"It's a code red."

"Fuck! It's code red. Let's go immediately. Hopefully we will reach our destination in time."

"Skirt, come on! The boss is captured, let's go!"

The whole crew was in panic, alarms going off, an armored truck pulled up outside where they took me.

"Let's hope it's not the worst case scenario."

Everyone is panicking, it would make sense for them to behave like this since the leader of the number one ruthless mafia there is, is down. I was in the truck with the three people from the tortue room. We arrived to a club. Lil Nug pulled a M16 from the truck and shot the door open; they broke the walls too with a huge feminine bodyguard.

"Search this dump for the boss! Kill anyone who remain," Skirt Skirt shouted.

All of a sudden we heard shouting

"OH NO! PLEASE...NO!"

"Boss!" Lil Dookie exclaimed, she kicked the door down and pulled out a pistol from her waist.

I was in shock to see all the wreckage and damage one mafia caused. It looked worse than suicide bombing site. I entered to see a man in his twenties wearing an army general's uniform, face deep in a woman's' breasts.

"Now why would you cover most of your beauty with such a small cleavage, dear? That's just terrible! You know, you would make an excellent trophy wife. Oh how I would long to return to my humble abode after a lengthy day of work to only rest on your pillowy like chest."

"Boss!" Lil Nug exclaimed.

"Oh hey, guys! Lil Nug, Lil Dookie and Skirt. What on earth is my family doing here?"

"We came to rescue you, sir," Lil Dookie replied.

"Rescue? Rescue....rescue. Oh yes, I am in need of help. Quick, Lil Nug"

"Yes, sir"

"Quick note down this lovely woman's number."

Lil Nug immediately shot the man in his head in frustration. I was in shock to see the subordinate just shoot the leader of a mafia. Their leader was on the floor bleeding. Suddenly he rose up and said;

"That was harsh don't you think, Lil Nug?"

"Sir, we drove to rescue you and you were, not to sound rude but, fondling a woman's fun bags the entire time!"

The man looked pale and he let out a small snicker. He burst out laughing

"You called them fun bags!!!!"

I was confused. This is the leader of the scariest mafia there is. The boss is a mere joke. He was rolling on the floor laughing. Another figure appeared from the corner, he had multiple wounds from head to toe.

"GET THIS PSYCHO OUT OF HERE! PLEASE! When we captured him, he was surprisingly calm. He didn't beg for his life or try to fight his way out. He simply asked for the bartender with the huge chest. When we laughed at him, he slid out of the ropes and killed every one of my friends and did this to me!"

The leader ordered the remaining to be killed instantly; a second later he dropped his head into the bartender's chest once again and left to the armored truck with her. Immediately there was screaming, gunshots and columns collapsing. I passed out in shock to be awoken in a solder's arms. He instantly dropped me onto the debris after I woke up. It appeared to be the dark figure from the torture room, instantly he vanished. I looked around to me find bodies everywhere with along with a piles of bullets scattered across the place. Lil Nug approached me and pulled me up.

"This is the worst case scenario. Sorry to bother the interview with this. But the boss keeps getting himself in all sorts of situations; all of them end him in fondling a woman's breasts."

"Why do you continue to help him?" I asked.

"He is our boss. Don't get me wrong he would've and could've escaped if he wanted but he chooses not to all for the sake of a woman's chest."

"I saw you shoot him; how come is he not dead?"

"Oh that? That's simple. He caught the bullet."