Murder, Blood, Kidnapping, Mentions of Drugs, Drugging, Guns, and Violence
11pm
Hans walked in and saw you sound asleep in bed. He came in to wish you goodnight as he had some "business" to attend to with a lesser known British gang. He walked over and smiled as he saw you snuggled under the covers, breathing steadily. Hans leaned down and kissed your forehead.
"I'll see you shortly, my little Liebling"., he stood up and left the room, quietly shutting the door. Two of his henchmen, grabbing a gun for themselves and one for Hans, chucking it over to him., "pass me the bullets"., he said, pointing to them.
They did as he said and Hans began to load the gun, every few seconds looking back at the room you were in. "Lass uns gehen!"., he bellowed out to two of his henchmen he was going with., they both listened and at once started walking towards the door, behind him. Hans got in the passenger side of the car, one got into the driver's seat while the other got in the backseat. As soon as they but their belts on the driver set off.
As Hans' men joked about the events that were about to occur he sat in silence, looking out the window, enjoying the sight of the lights as they drove fast a fast speed. "So this man really believes we're buying drugs"., "apparently so"., "even though we've never expressed any interest in buying any type of drug".
"Yep"., the driver said nodding and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he turned the corner., "idiot"., Hans muttered. An hour and a half later they had arrived at run down Victorian home. Hans made sure the gun was loaded and put it in his waistband as the three of them scrunched up their noses.
Hans let out a deep sigh and did up his suit button., "lass uns gehen"., just like before his henchmen walked behind him as Hans walked up to the door and knocked on it with the toe of his shoe., "who is it?"., called a deep voice behind door.
"Gruber"., Hans said, fixing up his suit. The door opened and a disheveled man in his late 20s opened the door. He had chocolate brown hair and a beard with brown eyes. He had on an oversized white T-shirt with beige khaki trousers and no shoes or socks.
"William, I presume?"., Hans sighed out, silently judging him., "just Will, mate. Step in, won't you?"., Hans gave him a nod and stepped in along with the others, not planning on staying long. "So we have some weed over here. It's laced with-".
"We don't want the weed that has been laced"., "ah, you want the good shit. Good choice, follow me, it's upstairs"., Hans once again nodded and the three of them followed the man as he walked up the stairs. Hans looked back at the two men and gave them a quick motion.
The two of them got what he meant and darted their eyes around every room they passed. They walked down in the basement and Hans took the loaded pistol from his waistband and cocked it. The man whipped around and his eyes widened at the gun.
Hans pressed it against his forehead and without any hesitation at all he pulled the trigger, watching the blood spatter everywhere and he wiped it. Hans saw stacks of money on the shelves and cleared his throat as he put the gun away., "get the money and meet me at the car"., Hans said as he just casually walked up the stairs as if he didn't just murder someone.
He leaned against the car and reached into his pocket, getting the packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He brought it to his lips, taking a puff and blowing the smoke out. He took his wallet out of his pocket and opened it, looking at a photo of you.
