Mobster Reborn: Ch.1-Betrayal
Sunny held his breath, shrinking into a trash-filled alley. He tightened his grip on the machete, the only thing he could trust.
“Those damn animals, why choose such a path?” he thought, swearing to skin them alive if caught. He peeked outside, hearing no signs of danger, and relaxed slightly, though the pain from his wounds reminded him of his vulnerability.
“Damn, 57 cuts and still standing, but I’m no god,” he mused, realizing he needed to find a back-alley doctor fast. Just as he stepped out, Sunny’s pupils dilated, and he rolled away just in time to avoid a lethal attack. A samurai sword quivered in the wall .
“Bravo, truly spectacular!” The voice came from the shadows, revealing seven figures. Two young men led the group; one, bespectacled and bookish, oozed nerdiness, while the other, a burly figure with a centipede scar on his face, exuded menace. The others, brandishing machetes and sporting red hair, looked like typical gangsters.
“You knew I was in there?” Sunny’s hand subtly shook the handle of his knife as he stepped forward.
“Sunny, let’s keep our distance,” the scholarly young man warned, knowing full well Sunny’s ferocity. He pulled out a handgun and a small device, smirking, “You’re out of touch, Sunny. Ever heard of high-tech?”
Sunny halted, eyeing the traitorous underling. “You planted a tracker on me?”
“Exactly! With someone like you, we had to take every precaution,” the young man said, ignoring Sunny’s murderous glare.
Facing the barrel of the gun, Sunny felt a sense of defeat. If he still had his strength… “Who’s trying to kill me?”
The young man taunted, “All your smarts, and you can’t figure it out? I thought betraying you might have been a mistake, but now, I’m sure I was right. Remember the guy who talked business with you three days ago?”
“You betrayed me over some drugs?” Sunny was livid, recalling a man named Ma who wanted to sell drugs on his turf.
“Drugs bring in millions, Sunny. Following you, we barely scraped by. It’s your fault for not seizing the opportunity,” the young man lectured.
“Whether I’m lucky or not isn’t for you to decide,” Sunny retorted, eyeing the distance between them, and charged.
The young man’s face turned pale as he fired, but after three shots, a flash of the blade left him armless. Then a kick sent him flying, agony erupting in his abdomen.
Sunny wanted to finish him but had to fend off the others. Exhausted and wanting rest, he lay on the ground, struggling to keep his eyes open as he looked up at the night sky, his vision fading.
“Fucker!” The young man got up, supported by his minions. The scarred man watched with a grim fascination.
“Get away!” The young man shouted, approaching Sunny’s body with hatred. “You cost me two balls; I’ll make sure you die a horrible death!” He stabbed repeatedly into the corpse until it was unrecognizable.
Dropping the knife, He ordered his men, “Get a trash bag for this.”
“Huh?” the men blinked.
“Pack it up, or you’re next!” he snapped, turning away and then ordering another, “Buy some dogs.”
The gang, including the scarred man, shuddered, realizing the gruesome plan.