-1Derek was leaving his house and getting into a limo. He was white and had a bad temper. His hair was short, blonde and he wore a long trench coat. He was the leader of a gang he started called The Masked Murderous. He is a stealthy assassin and is extremely good with knifes. He sat back in his limo and told the driver to drive. He started the car and then stopped it.
"What the fck you doing?!" Derek said pissed off. Then the door to the limo flew open and a member of his gang got in.
"Why the fck you here?!?" Derek said getting even more pissed.
"Boss…..I got some bad news." The gang member said staying close to the limo door. "Someone died."
"Who?!" Derek said getting a little nervous.
"It……..w-was you best friend…….Tom was killed." The member quickly got out of the car and left. Derek started blankly not saying a word. There was a long silence.
"Take me to my appointment." Derek said with pain in his voice. His eyes started to turn red and so did his skin. He was getting more pissed off by the second. He poured himself some wine and drank it in one gulp. He held the glass in his hand and starred at it. He then smashed the glass in his hand. He sat back in his set and looked out the window. Minutes later they arrived at there destination. They was at a small restaurant. The driver got out and opened the door for Derek. Derek got out and walked inside. He looked around the poorly designed restaurant for a man. He found him sitting in a back corner. He was a little old in his 40's and was eating. Derek sat across from him and put hand on his head, covering his red eyes.
"Where have you been." Said the man.
"Paul I am not in the mood. Don't raise your voice to me ever." Derek said.
"What!" Paul said. "You don't give me orders boy. I run this and you don't do nothing." Paul continued to raise his voice and yell for another 30 seconds. Derek started to grow tired of it and reached in to his trench coat. He pulled out a sawn-off shotgun and blew Paul's head clear off. Derek got up and walked out to his limo. A women screaming was heard from inside the restaurant.
"I want to know who killed Tom, and I want to know now." Derek got back in his limo. He picked up the phone and called Michael. A informant who worked for him. "Who killed him?"
"Who man? Millions of people die everyday." Michael said trying to be funny.
"Btch if you don't tell me who killed Tom I will come over there and cut your balls off and shove them up your ss!!" Derek said viciously.
"wow man calm down." Michael said scared. "it was a hitman named Logan Miles. He works for the Luca family. It happen at a church. Is that good?" Derek hung up the phone.