the mafia

bang

Type parked 5 blocks away from akiras compound breathing heavily. He knew he needed to do this and quick.
Silence and quickness would be his biggest asset right now.
Type had the men in his head who were loyal to tharn.
Taking a deep breathe he had 2 hand guns in his hustler and his family knife in his sock.
Type hit his hands on the steering wheel.
Do this for tharn so he doesent have to.
Type closed his eyes.
I love you tharn. I love you so much.
Opening them, type got out to go under ground.
He knew of a hidden passage way into the compound he hoped akira knew nothing of.
Type needed the element of surprise.
Well, really all he needed was to get to the computer in akiras room.
Type was going to implement there plan.
Get in the compound, go to akiras room and get information that will bring him down.
They were going to honor mia and not kill him.
Walking slowly in the under ground passage, type looked up.
Seeing a grate, it would be right in the garage.
Gulping, type climbed the ladder.
Getting inside the garage, he stayed low and hidden with a gun to his chest sneaking around.
Surprisely, there wasent that many people around.
Type was getting a bad feeling.
Stepping quickly and quietly he saw a guard. Going to him he hit them over the head rendering them unconscious.
Looking up gun drawn, he narrowed his eyes.
Crouching down he disabled and took his gun bullets.
Standing up he slowly made his way to akiras room.
Walking from the garage to akiras, he had to render 10 guards unconsious.
Bending he grabbed a key from his sock.
Straightening up he turned to look around. Nothing.
Taking a deep breathe, he placed the key in the lock.
Drawing his gun he opened the door darting his eyes everywhere.
He didn't see anyone.
Once inside he momentarily hesitated looking to the empty couch where he had kissed akira.
Type made a disgusted gurgle.
Then his eyes went to the wall to shutter.
A memory flushed to where tharn was beating the crap out of him.
Type shook his head.
Focus type.
None of that matters.
Concentrating, he kept his gun up, eyes still darted around.
His eyes stopped when he saw on the desk akiras lap top.
Type kept the gun right next to him to sit and open the laptop.
He smiled when akira didn't change anything.
Types fingers moved quickly on the board viewing what he needed.
He placed what he needed in an secured email.
Smiling, he was done.
Type felt a twing of regret. Tharn was right. However, he did not want to have done this with him.
Shutting off the lap top.
Type turned to then see nothing but darkness.
Type moaned with his eyes closed rolling his head a bit back and forth.
Gulping, he moved his wrists and legs but he could tell he was tied.
Fuck!
"Aaaaw type...i knows yous awake. Open those pretty brown eyes."
Type took a deep breathe in.
Opening his eyes he saw akira sitting in a chair, leaned forward drinking from a vodka bottle.
He had a gun in his hand.
Type was in a chair a few feet from him, bound by rope around his wrists and ankles, his eyes looked narrowly at akira.
"Oh nows don't be giving me that face."
Akira lifted the bottle for type.
He shook his head.
Akira smiled.
Standing up he stepped towards him placing the barrel under his chin making his face go up.
Type breathed heavily keeping his eyes on akira.
"Open your mouth Type. Every one deserves a last drink before they die."
Type gritted his teeth.
Akiras eyes narrowed.
He leaned his head close to types.
"So ironic...don't you think.. Yourll open your mouth to suck my son off but you won't open for a good drink."
Akira leaned his head back downing the bottle.
Types eyes darted up and down.
Akira shoved the gun further into his chin.
"Open your fucking mouth!"
Type signed.
He opened.
Akira only gave him a little.
Taking the bottle away he threw it across the room.
He then took that hand to the back of types head gripping his hair pulling it back.
Type winced.
Akira looked to type eyes darted.
"You could have had such a great future here. Still can't believe you and my son. Fucking him destroyed your future. Now you get to die. Your also a complete moron for coming here. You served yourself to me on a silver platter."
Akira took the gun away placing it behind him to bend down to find types knife.
Straightening up he smiled.
"Mmm i see my son the romantic fixed your family's knife."
Akira ran his fingers across the lettering looking down.
"Did you know i knew your parents?"
Types eyes widen.
"You...you fucking didn't..."
Akira looked up to sway a bit.
"Oh dear boy. No. That car accident i had no hand in. No one did."
Type took deep breathes Calming himself.
"They were good people." He nodded.
Akira looked back at the knife to open it eyeing the blade.
Type struggled.
"Dont..."
Types eyes darted between akira and his knife.
Akira turned to eye type. They glared at each other.
Then Type hung his head in pain.
Akira stabbed type in the leg fully.
He stood a bit back retrieving his gun from behind.
Then he moved to stand in front of him drawing it.
Type breathed heavily, he looked angerly at him.
"You know me type. I'm not one for torture."
He cocked his gun.
Type shivered.
I'm so sorry tharn.
Then there heads went to the door when it flung opened.
Akiras eyes went wide.
Tharn was there with his gun drawn fuming.
Akira smiled.
"Ah my boy. Your just in time to see your lover get shot."
"You kill him, i kill you."
Types eyes darted between akira and tharn.
"Then i kill you tharn. Maybe were all suppose to visit the grave today." He darkly chuckled.
"Just let him go. Ill stay."
Type struggled.
"No tharn!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Type breathed shakily in and out gulping.
"Ooh a lovers quarrel."
Tharn looked to akira with narrowed eyes.
"Let.him.go!" He said again through gritted teeth.
Akira looked to the ceiling putting on a fake concentrated look.
He then glared to tharn shrugging.
"Mmm no!"
Bang.
Tharns eye widen.
Bang.
Akiras body hit the floor.
Tharn dropped the gun to run to type.
His head was hung. Blood started to come out his mouth.
Akira shot him in the chest.
Tharn quickly untied his wrists and ankles taking him out of the chair to sit on.the floor looking down at him, his face drenched in tears.
He slapped his cheek.
"God damn it Type! Don't you fucking do this! Wake up!" He cried.
He pulled types limp.body to his chest gripping him tightly to him.
"Fuck! Don't do this! I love you! Why did you come here without me!" He bawled.
Tharn rocked them back and forth has he cried his eyes out.