17

SON OF THE DEVIL

~STEPHAN

I could have sent my men and stayed back to watch. I could have sent assassins or even paid mercenaries to wipe out the whole of Shacktown.

But I wanted them to bear witness and I knew they were watching. I came here for blood because I needed to blow off steam. That was all there was to it.

I was curious as to where this circus was going. The place reeked of alcohol, mixtures of sweat, sex, and blood. It looked worse as well.

This was the upper echelon of Shacktown. The Laughing dogs had killed their way to this tower and had never come down.

They lost a lot of men but gained a lot of followers in the end due to their victory. It was impressive for a gang but not for me.

They were worms, all of them and they did not deserve to die from my bullets.

The walls were painted with obscene words and graffiti. There were splatters of blood on the walls. There was a huge golden chair with the top skull of a dog with an enlarged canine etched on the top.

It seemed lik