??BAD BOYS
DON’T HAVE
HEARTS??
《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON ONE
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Sometimes water is better than blood.
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[# Chapter Sixteen — //Unedited//
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“That’s the Füçker that made you cry?” Neon had stood up to her himself a glass of orange juice. His eyes were focused on Christopher, who seemed to be regretting his life decisions. “Want me to b**t his *ss for you?”
“I’ll help. This pu$$y almost got me fired from the bakery I’ve been working at,” Bandit slid his jacket off, it revealed a wolf tattoo on his right arm. He covered his ears and turned his head from side to side, then cracked each and every one of his knuckles. The look in his eyes could burn through a ton of steel. “You thought I forgot?”
“So you’ve been Füçking with this low life?” Carnage shut his phone and rised to his feet. He turned his neck a few times then rolled his shoulders back. He turned to look at Meira, she was standing with red cheeks and nervous eyes.
“No… We didn’t do anything,” she stated lowly. “That’s why he left me, because I didn’t want to have s*x with him until we were married.”
“Baby, how do you know these guys?” Christopher was now slowly backing away seeing the boys starting to surround him. “Particularly, how do you know these three?” he referred to Carnage, Venom and Bandit.
“She’s my sister. Got a problem with that?” his blood felt hotter than lava, his chest burned with unfigured out anger.
“R… R-Ryat?” chills gripped his spine, fear strangled his neck. “Hey, long time no see,” he had to put the flowers down, the guys were feets away and they looked furious at him.
Christopher went to the same school as the boys, he often used to make fun of them because they weren’t as wealthy as he was. He had told many lies on them and is one of the reasons why Arkville isn’t fond of the Bloodlust Bastards. After Chris had graduated had graduated he moved away, he never saw the boys again until one day he was on his way to the mansion and stopped to by apple pies at the best know bakery in town. That was where he met Bandit, and purposely put hair in the pie he served then proceeded to create a big scene and leave bad reviews on the bakery.
The owners–an elderly couple–didn’t fire Bandit but they did shortly went out of business due to his shenanigans. Months later, the business reopened and Bandit–whose real name is Aviel Lee–works there, the place has been uneventful ever since. This happened quite a while ago, but he has yet to forget the incident. He and his boys had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time. Christopher is a total d*pSh|t. And now, hearing that he had made Meira–their little Snow–cry actual tears made it fifty times worse.
He’s not going to escape their wrath. The Heartless Boys of Arkville had an insatiable thirst for blood–Christopher knew had to escape.
…but it was too late.
Venom who had sneaked behind him got him in a tight headlock, Christopher moved around trying to shake him but he was packed with muscle. Neon started chuckling and walked towards the wall where a baseball bat was hung up, he took it down and threw in the air before catching it and whacking Chris in the stomach. The air was knocked out of his lungs in gutteral gasp, he started coughing slouched over. Carnage was walking toward him, knife spinning on his tattooed fingers. He looked at an angry Bandit, then at Meira and Katniss standing horrified at the stairs. He realized he couldn’t stay there.
“Let’s go for a walk,” he chimed, handing the knife to Bandit.
“No! Help me please! Meira! Meira! Meiraaaa! Help! They’re gonna k*ll–” he was gagged and punched until his jaw was in too much pain to speak properly. “M… He…”
“Ryat stop!” she flew across the room and held his sinewy arm. “Please let him! He’s not worth it!”
“Hell Füçking yeah he is Snow, this Füçker has been a pain in the neck for years. We’re tired of his *ss. He’ll learn how to mind his goddam business and stay away from people today,” Neon ran his hand through hus smooth hair, showing up his cat-eyes and two beauty spots under his left eye. “Don’t worry sweet cake, we’re gonna make it hurt real bad. Not just for you, but for Bandit too. Let’s get outta here fellas!” Neon touched Meira’s chin with his fingers, winked and made his way outside still swinging the bat.
Belinda saw Bandit’s brown jacket on the ground and picked it up, she went over and handed it to him. “You dropped this. Please don’t k*ll him, he’s still my baby’s father, but do b**t him, maybe cut his legs off or tongue out.”
Bandit slid his arms into the sleeves and pulled the clothing item on. “Sure, Cutie,” with a smirk he turned to exit the place with m*rder on his mind but not before landed a direct punch to Christopher’s face which immediately broke his nose. The loud crack had the girls cringing.
“Have fun boys! Come back anytime,” Syahla encouraged the v**lence. “You see that Meira? That’s the right way to deal with unfaithful clingy men. In any situation at all, don’t be the bigger person, always choose v**lence. V**lence is always the right answer.”
“Mom!” Meira called unbelievably.
“Technically she’s not wrong, you should listen to your mother those are wise words,” Katniss was applying lip gloss before spraying herself in cologne. Her eyes randomly shifted to remaining trio, and of course she met Korpse staring at her. His lips curled in an amused smile. She scowled and rolled her eyes, as if he was waiting for her to look at him Korpse chuckled and finally left.
“Dude, is that your stepmom?” Venom pointed at Syahla. “She’s dope. Thank you for having us Mrs. Hamilton we’ll definitely swing by another time. We’ll throw in a few broken ribs in your honour. Oh, and by the way, you’re fine as Füçk.”
“Oh, stop it,” Syahla twirled her hair, a sultry smile playing on her lips. “Have fun b**ting him up.”
“Sure thing ma’am,” Venom dragged Christopher outside by his hair.
Carnage was the last one left, he strapping his black gloves on. Once done, he turned to walk out after his squad but glimpsed Meira coming toward him and stopped in his tracks. He watched her walk over to stand in front of him, Meira was incredibly short. While he himself was close to six feet five inches, she was roughly five feet tall and thick. She was definitely his little sister.
For a while, they didn’t say anything to each other, they only stood taking in each other’s appearance. Ryat licked his lips, feeling them getting dry, he noticed how Meira’s eyes immediately moved to watch the simple motion. She looked back up at him again with her crystal blue doe-eyes, her look sent sensuous shivers across his skin.
“Will you be coming back?” she asked in that soft voice of hers.
“No,” he replied, a bit strained.
“Why? Is it because of me?”
“I h@të it here.”
“Why so?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t start with me.”
She grinned, her chubby cheeks held dents on each side. “I hope you come back. Oh, and, please don’t k*ll Chris. I know he’s dog Sh|t but I don’t want you to go to jail.”
“Alright,” he glanced at Katniss. “You can pick up the money at Dayla’s Diner downtown at seven.”
He gave his ‘sister’ one last look then walked out while tying a black bandana around his head. Ryat entered the car he arrived in, the boys did the same and everyone speedily drove out of the yard.
“So, what’s your name?” Syahla turned to Katniss and asked.
“Katniss,” she flashed her hair and folded her arms, pushing a hip out as she stood.
Meira walked to the two sadly but something caught her eye, as Katniss was twinning her hair she noticed a brown mark on her shoulder that. It was hard to notice but somehow she did, actually, on multiple places on Katniss her skin was a different shade that her normal chocolate color. It was strange, but she didn’t mention anything. She was preoccupied with worrying about…she’s not even sure who. Meira also felt sad knowing she most likely won’t be seeing the boys till a week later, she had really enjoyed their company.
Despite everything that happened, she still very much liked the boy squad. Even though they seem unhinged. Meira did have to wonder, though, about the things that Katniss told her. Ryat indeed had a skull ring on his left pinky, like the one she’d described. Could the rumors be true? She’d just have to find out herself.
“I love your house, oh my God, so luxurious. I love people who have good taste,” Katniss chewed her gum, looking around at the chandelier, limited-edition paintings on the wall and the marble fireplace near the couches. “So nice.”
“Oh, thank you sweety. I love your style too, I used to dress like that in my days,” Syahla boasted.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Oh my God, slay girl!”
“Slay!” they both giggled. “Dear you are welcome here anytime. I have to support myself with fashionitas like you. You and my honey take care, I’ll enter the kitchen to start cooking,” Syahla left, taking Belinda with her.
After she left, Katniss dragged Meira upstairs and barged into a random room that turned out to be the piano room. “Wow, it looks so nice in here. You play the piano?”
“Yes, sometimes when I’m bored,” she just couldn’t shake the deep emptiness in her heart.
“Okay anyways, tell me everything,” Katniss demanded.
Meira narrated the events, but left out being slapped by her stepbrother and falling asleep in his bed in his clothes. “Nothing much happened.”
“Look,” she held up a finger in Meira’s face. Her nails were long, red and shiny. “I don’t care if Carnage is your stepbrother. Stop interacting with he and your friends. They’re not good people.”
“Katniss, I think you misunderstood them–”
“Look at me,” her tone was a serious one, Meira gulped. “Listen to me clearly. Those boys may look like innocent stunnas but they aren’t. They’re not, I’m telling you this because I’ve seen many things. But I ain’t no snitch so I won’t mention wh*t. Trust me on this baby girl; They. Are. Not. Who. You. Think. They. Are. Stay away while you still can. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Her words went through one ear and came out through the next. Sure she may have seen some sketchy things, but the boys don’t look like bad people. She even felt slightly offended from Kat’s stern warning. Meira would have to see what they’re capable of to actually believe Katniss’s words, until then, they’re just problematic boys in her eyes.
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????? – 7:05 ?.?.
Godfrey Cooper–otherwise known as Korpse–was listening to a horror podcast on his phone, one earphone plugged in and the other laying idly on his shoulder. The waitress at the Diner came and dropped a plate of steak, mashed potatoe salad, and red wine. He ignored her flirty smile and continued watching his video, he was so engrossed in the horrific tale he didn’t hear it when the doorbell rang signalling the entrance of someone. Even when they trudged in and came to a stop at his table he still didn’t notice their arrival.
“Helloooo?” Katniss plucked the earphone from his ear.
Korpse turned around ready to send someone to hell with a deadly punch but stopped when he met a flat tummy and a blue piercing at the belly button. His eyes trailed up the person’s body and he met Katniss impatiently waiting for him.
“Katniss, right?”
“Where’s the stuff?”
“Take a seat.”
“What? I’m not sitting with you.”
“Then get the Füçk out then and stop being a disturbance.”
“I honestly, honestly, cannot stand your behavior. You are irrefutably irritating,” she said through gritted teeth, she earned several glances but didn’t care.
“If you can’t stand me sit on my lap then,” he smirked teasingly.
“Screw you!”
“Not if I can do it first,” he took a sip of wind and within milliseconds his demeanour changed. “Aight, enough with the chit-chat. Sit down. Now.”
“I said no–” Korpse stood up, towering over her with his impressive height, and made her sit by gripping her arm and physically sitting her down.
“Waitress!” he flagged a worker down, “Get this anything she wants it’s on me.”
“No! I don’t want–”
“Do you want steak or baby back ribs, Katniss?”
She bit the inside of her cheek to cope with her growing rage directed towards him. “Baby back ribs, crab legs, a double cheese burger and a large milkshake, a famous bowl, cherry pie, a small chocolate cake, a large bottle of soda, eleven tacos, three pieces of spicy barbeque fried chicken, a box of donuts, two containers of strawberry chocolate chip ice cream, an ice cream cake and sandwhich, and a bottle of water. That will be to-go please.”
The waitress and Korpse looked at each other stunned.
“You wanna make me stay here for longer than I should? It’s gonna cost ya,” she flashed her hair and blew a small white bubble with her gum.
“Sure, I don’t mind paying. Money is the least of my worries,” Korpse removed his bag a small red purse. “Here’s what you came for. I’ll drop you at your house with the stuff.”
“Wh@tëver, weirdo,” she grabbed it and checked it then hurriedly stuffed it in her bag.
Silence ensued between the two, Katniss was busy looking out the window. Korpse watched her and noticed she seemed to be looking out for someone, it was strange to him but he said nothing. The waitress returned an hour later with a waiter, both carrying everything she ordered. As Korpse promised, he loading the stuff into his black Rolls-Royce and drove her to where she lived.
The area they went puzzled Korpse, in all of Arkville, Colmcille was the most dangerous community. As the two prowled through the ghosyly empty streets they witnessed a man getting robbed and stabbe, prostitutes at the street side waved them down, and shady men did their illegal business. People even had s*x in some of the alleys they passed. The road was dark, illuminated by a lone flickering streetlight, the road was also wet from recent rainfall.
“Stop there, this is the place,” Katniss pointed at one of the buildings with visible stairs that lead to other floors.
Following her command Korpse went to park near a staircase and help her unload the goods.
“Want me to help you bring ’em up?” he asked when he was done.
“No, get out of here. Now,” Katniss was nervously looking around. She reminded him of a little wild cat that had just been locked inna cage. “You have to leave now–”
“Peach?” a man called from the second floor, atop the stairs.
Katniss looked horrified. She slowly–fearfully–turned to look at the man. “Kent? Y-you’re home early. I thought you had to work an extra shift.”
“I quit the job,” he came down to meet her, a brown paper bag in his hand containing a brown bottle. He reeked of alcohol. “Who’s this?”
“A delivery guy, he dropped off some food I bought for you, Danika and Dylan, and I,” she lied.
“Oh, how much do I owe for the delivery?” he dropped his hand on Katniss’s shoulder and squeezed. She flinched, and looked like she’d burst into tears at any given second. “What did you buy Peach?”
“I already paid him. I just bought steak, ribs, ice cream and other things… Can we go now? It’s cold out here, dad,” she played with her fingers.
Korpse watching this with confusion, but it soon dawned on him: Was Katniss living in an ab*sive home?
“Mindy!” two little kids looking to be around age seven called from upstairs. They wore dirty clothes, had messy hair, and looked slimmer than a young kid should.
“Thank you so much for delivering the food, you can go now,” Katniss said to Korpse, but he saw in her eyes that she wanted the opposite.
”…aight,” he throw a look at her ‘dad’ on the ground searching through the food stuffs in the bags.
“Strawberry? You bought strawberry ice cream?” he suddenly bellowed at Katniss. She flinched and backed away, tears pooling in her eyes. “Don’t you know I h@të strawberry ice cream? Why can’t you do anything right you st*pid Bîtch? You’re so worthless like your mother!” he slapped her so hard she stumbled back, holding her cheek, finally letting her tears fall. “What is wrong with you?” he continued to tell, making her cry more.
Korpse felt all colour drain from his face.
“And you! What are you still doing here? Go on, get outta here!” the man turned flaming eyes towards Korpse.
He looked at the man, then at Katniss still hiding her face as she cried, and then at the cowering and crying kids upstairs. He turned afterward and entered his car, he left the area moments later. On his way to God knows where he was speeding, and on a phone call.
“Ricco and Diaz. I have a job for you.”
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