You're mine, brother.
Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a simple black jacket and jeans, he carried himself with calm confidence.
“Now which one of you fuckers wanna go first?” he said, almost bored, like he was asking about the weather. “I have somewhere to be.”
The scarred man froze, knife still in hand. “How the fuck did you get in?”
The stranger shrugged. “You have very shitty security. And what’s with the bushy side house for kidnapping? Y’all don’t have fancy houses around the city?”
The two men exchanged a quick, nervous glance. The calmer one reached for his gun, but the stranger moved faster than I could track. A single silenced shot rang out, and the calmer man dropped with a hole in his forehead.