Sniveling gang rat

Martil’s pov

“There is a sniveling rat in our midst.” I said to Kaleb whose arm had been wrapped up with bandage, kicking the door open.

My eyes darkened at the sight that waited in front of me. The prisoners…my prisoners had been killed. The male’s throat was ripped open, blood spilling everywhere.

The lady? Her death was a bit merciful. Although she was naked. It meant she was probably fucked before being killed. Fury clouded my vision as my pulse struck inside me with anger.

“Did you know about this?” I turned to Kaleb sharply.

He took a step back cautiously, obviously scared of my anger that was threatening to explode.

“Grave, you know I’d never do this.” He quickly said. “I’d never rape a woman no matter what.”

I stared back at the corpses. The blood that coated the ground like the United States map was still fresh. It meant the killing was done hours ago at most.

“Fucking bastard!” I turned the tables over in anger, everything hitting the floor harshly.

Loud bangs, scrapes, weapons smashed against the hard ground, worsening the anger that I felt. It had been so long since I got played like that.

I didn’t know what exactly pissed me the fuck off the most. Was it Rafe, the ghost who suddenly came alive? The trap I walked into with my own legs and without thinking? Was it the fact that a traitor had been laying low in my gang and I couldn’t even sniff him out? I felt useless and that angered me to the core.

“Martil…” Kaleb called.

That was his mistake. I hurled a knife at him. No, it hit the space on the wall that was right above his head. Kaleb froze in fear.

We may be best friends but lines are never crossed, especially when I was boiling.

“Find the motherfucking bastard for me!” I yelled, the veins in my arms and neck pulsing to let out my annoyance.

Kaleb ran out immediately. It was practically useless anyway. For the rat to have killed my prisoner, he’d been tipped that I was coming for him. He’d have bolted. Fucking coward.

Everyone could feel my fury. The heat burnt off my body as sweat ran down my arm. I rang the emergency bell that required every single person to assemble.

I sat on the chair at the far end of the hall while I waited for them. Each of them hurriedly filled the space. My head was bowed down.

The table in front of me had a gun and two knives on it. It wasn’t enough but I just wanted to deal with the Judas myself.

Kaleb joined them with a frown. He knew what it meant.

“One of you made me bleed.” I said, without raising my head.

But I could hear the way their heads turned towards one another as they raised unspoken questions in confusion.

“One of you made me crawl out in my own blood.” I continued, twirling the knife on the wooden table.

Their faces were tense now. They now knew the business was serious. Oh, I wasn’t joking or pulling pranks. The traitor would realize that soon enough.

“You made me a target. You watched bullets rain on me and you think I wouldn’t find you?” I raised my eyes upwards.

A few stepped back involuntarily. My eyes were dark and filled with bloody anger.

“There is a viper in the Vultures gang. A slimy rotten worm that would be cut into pieces.”

Kaleb scoffed, “Figlio di puttana (That son of a bitch)” he cussed in Italian.

“Let this be known.” I stood up, holding both the gun and both knives. “You do not betray me and keep breathing.”

I shot the gun and threw both knives at the same time towards the gang’s sign that was hung against the wall. The knives landed at both sides of the shot bullet.

“If that piece of shit is your brother, let him be aware that there are plenty of reasons why I am called Grave and I’d love to show him just one.” I turned around and left.

Kaleb followed me. While some dispersed and others remained in the halls, either gossiping or afraid to return to their spaces as they aren’t safe anymore.

“Did you find him?” I asked.

Kaleb sighed. “No cameras. No links at all. I couldn’t.”

“Alright.” I fetched my phone out of my pocket and dialed a number I hadn’t called in weeks.

The line rang for two seconds before it got picked.

“Boss.” It was a female, a very good one.

“Ink, I need you to find someone for me.” I said,

She made a tick sound, obviously excited. “Who is it?”

“A corpse breathing leech.”

“A traitor?” She asked.

I nodded as if she could see me.

“How long do you need?”

“Fifteen minutes.”

Yes, she was that good. Kaleb was still learning from her even though he was good too. The only thing was he can’t get leads if he didn’t have a link like cameras and sorts.

I hung up, tossing the phone on the table violently. I sat down on the wheeling chair and pressed my hands to the back of my head.

Silence stretched between us. Kaleb just watched me from where he stood. He definitely had plenty of things running through his mind.

“Do you suspect me?” He finally asked.

“I wondered if you knew.” I replied.

“Fuck.” He muttered, looking away. “I had no idea, Martil. I didn’t know.”

I sighed. “I believe you.”

He wouldn’t do such when he knew what I was capable of. Kaleb was a wicked man himself. He wouldn’t betray me. He was the second in command. He wouldn’t.

“Who is that Rafe?” He asked again. “You seemed to know each other very well.”

I exhaled, leaning back against the chair as it twirled me around slowly. How would I explain who Rafe was to him?

“It is a long story.” I simply answered.

“Who is he?” Kaleb wouldn’t let it go.

My phone rang, cutting the conversation short. I slid the answer icon and put it on loudspeaker.

“The leech isn’t in your main gang.” Ink stated.

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’m afraid he is a man of your western land, Grave.” She answered.

My grip tightened against my phone as I maintained eye contact with Kaleb who also looked shocked.

“Thank you, Ink.” I stood up after receiving a file on the traitor from her.

Whoever that nigga was, he was definitely dead.