The Bastard Had A Screw Loose

My men tracked down Ferrari's location to a gym not too far from my sister's college. From prior investigation, he lived close to the area, perhaps for an easy commute.

When the driver pulled over at the gym, I couldn't help but wonder who went to the gym at two pm.

"Boss, the area has been secured, you can step out." Elio said from outside the car. As per my line of work, I couldn't be seen or photographed by regular civilians. I had to remain faceless, which meant that I couldn't be at any of Jas' college events.

And not just about that, it was a needed safety measure, and the only time I ever did show my face in public, was at Camille's party, and that was inevitable, because I was trying to meet Richard.

Of course, at the party I was more than careful to not get photographed.

Elio opened the door for me to step out, my men from the other cars formed a tight wall around me, making me stand out much more than I wanted. Fortunately, this crackhead was at a quiet gym, and barely anyone was there.

Inside, I had my men wait outside to guard the perimeters, just because I had business with the prick, didn't guarantee I wouldn't get jumped at.

When I stepped inside, my eyes caught sight of him immediately on the bench press, he slapped on a black shirt and shorts that highlighted his biceps and thick thighs.

I had a gym at home where I worked out, but I was sure that I did not look like that when I worked out. For a minute, I just stood there, watching him flex his muscles while he exercised.

All the anger and resentment I had melted like butter in an instant. I mean, I wished I caught him in somewhere sketchy, that'd make it easier to just pull the trigger on him. But he was just working out…

Damn him!

He cheated on my sister and had the balls to carry on his workout routine without giving two fucks!

"Ferrari!" I called out angrily, drawing his attention, he got off the bench press and stood up straight. He took a step forward and I took one back, keeping a distance between us.

"You finally stopped gawking…"

His voice was deeper than usual, and it infuriated me how he must've moaned into another woman's ear, while Jasmine waited for him to come back. My rage grew so rapidly, that I reached into my jacket and pulled out my silver pistol.

Ferrari looked unfazed. Too unfazed.

"What do you think you're doing, Coco?" He asked in a teasing tone.

"Where you at a hotel last night?" I interrogated, "And you'd better not fucking lie to my face Ferrari."

Surprisingly, he replied, "I was at a hotel. I didn't know you kept tabs on me."

"Son of a bitch." I hissed and aimed low, at the dick that sat in-between his legs. The other two people at the gym laid flat on the ground the moment I pulled the gun out.

They would be a pain to handle later, it was just their bad luck that they had to be in this gym when I was inside. Usually, I went with the option of intimidation, a small scare here and there to get them to shut up.

But some were stubborn, and when it got out of hand, they had to be 'handled' by my men. It wasn't pretty, but it was quicker.

I raised my voice, "You lied to Jas, didn't you?!" Of course he lied to her, he was at Camille's hotel, where he fucked some random bitch.

Calmly he took some steps towards me, "Calm down Coco—"

I didn't let him finish, acting purely on my angry I pulled the trigger and shot his left leg. He closed his eyes and fell on one knee, but he didn't make a sound to show he was in pain.

"Damn, you actually shot me Coco." He sounded more surprised than angry, with a mix of amusement in his tone. He even tried getting up and coming at me, with the bullet still in his leg.

What the hell was this man made of?

"You can screw whatever bitch shameless enough to spread her legs at your command, but you cannot cheat my sister." I angrily spat out, watching as he actually managed to stand on his two feet.

"Stay down!" I yelled, startling the witnesses on the floor into dropping the phones they held.

Ferrari chuckled, "Bitch, huh." He took a step forward despite how painful it must've been, then slowly trodded towards me.

He's crazy. If he had that much strength why didn't he just stay down? Was he trying to get killed? What the hell was this man's problem?

I was the one angry, he was the cheater, yet he made it seem like I was the bad guy here.

"I said stay down!" I pulled the trigger and shot his other foot, and this time he fell onto his knees and I could see he was struggling by how he clenched his jaw.

I stood over him, my shoes stained with his blood, and then I pointed the muzzle at his forehead, "Stay the hell away from my sister, I don't want to see you anywhere near my family. This is your final warning." I threatened and then turned to leave.

However, Ferrari held onto the muzzle and pointed it directly at his forehead. His eyes lost any humour, and his grip was so strong it was hard to believe he had just been shot. Twice.

"Sorry Coco, but I'm not done with seeing you. If you want me gone, pull the fucking trigger and take my life." he stated, laying his claim.

A chill ran up my spine. He was a fucking suicidal maniac!

I withdrew my hand, leaving the gun in his hands, then left the gym. Thankfully I was wearing gloves, so there was no trace left behind except the two witnesses who would be taken off shortly.

Ferrari had a screw loose, and I knew better than to stick around those radical types. Jasmine was better off away from him, and I would make certain they never saw each other again.

The rest of the day was spent in the office. Serpiente had a plethora of cover-up businesses meant to hide their existence from the public eye. I shuffled the days spent in the office and the days spent carrying out my gang duties.

Today, I planned to used the rest of my hours working through files. The business wasn't mine of course, but I planned to make enough money to start up my own company.

I was almost there, if I could close this deal with Richard, then that dream could become reality. Then, I'd be a step closer to leaving Serpiente.

I checked the time, it was already eight pm. Six hours since I shot Jas' boyfriend at his gym. For some reason, I couldn't help wonder if he was able to get treated. I did tell my men to call for an ambulance, but what if he had died from blood loss before they arrived?

Had I gone overboard?

My thoughts were disrupted when I received a video file from Elio. I had asked him to fetch the CCTV footage from last night's event. Things wouldn't end with just getting at Ferrai, I had to send a little threat to the bitch who he got involved with.

They all hurt my little sister, and none of them would go scot free.

I reclined into the seat and tapped play on the videos, checking each and every one carefully, reliving the night.

"What?" I gasped and went back ten seconds, uncertain of what the hell I just watched.

But when I watched the video clip three more times, my heart dropped, and my brain went dead. This couldn't be happening, no, there had to be some sort of mistake here.

I watched the video, and caught Ferrari stepping out of the hotel room with the 'bitch' in his arms. However, this time, I was able to steal a glimpse of their face, and when I did, all my memories from last night came rushing back.

"It's me."

I pinched my forehead, I was the person who Ferrari hooked up with last night at the hotel!