His weakness

The cry of a little child could be heard in the middle of the night begging non stop for his life and that of his parents.

     " Shut the f*ck up you b*st*rd" one of those thugs yelled at him landing a punch on his chin. Vincent watched in tears as his mother was repeatedly r*p*d by a group of guys who looked huge and scary with numerous tattoos on their bodies. His father was held with a gun pointed to his head being forced to watch his wife being abused.

     " Stop it. You're hurting her" little Vincent cried watching his mum who was already getting motionless with tears of pain slipping out of her already weary eyes.

     " No....ooooo!!!!" Vincent let out a heart wrenching scream when his mom was shot dear after being abused followed by his Dad. In desperation, he fought off the hands holding him and ran to his mother's limp body. 

" Mum...mum...Dad...." He whimpered glancing from his mother's body to his father's body.

". Why???" He asked looking at the man who seemed to be the head of the gang.

"It's an order and I don't need to answer your goddamned questions" He said emotionlessly bringing the gun to his head.

Vincent closed his eyes with a sad smile playing on his lips. A gunshot rang out and time seemed to freeze. He waited to drop down like he saw his parents do some minutes ago but instead he heard a painful groan accompanied by hurried footsteps. He opened his eyes slowly as his gaze landed on the man who was crouched on one knee with a bleeding hand while his cohorts scampered for safety.

Incessant gunshots rang out repeatedly as each gang member dropped dead. Vincent's eyes bulged from their sockets as he watched each gang member drop dead one after another. A hand drew him up from his kneeling position and began to walk away with him.

" Who are you?" Vincent asked when they were almost at the door.

" Killarney Jackson... Com' n we gotta go before the cops arrive" the man replied not go him a glance.

" Where are we going?" 

" Somewhere safe. Those who're after you must not know that you're alive."

" What about my parents??" 

K.J immediately called his men who took Vincent's parents into a car. While the bodies where being carried away, Vincent heard a low groan from the gang leader and rushed to him.

" Hey mister, who sent you to kill my parents?" He asked grabbing his collar with his little hands.

" C.A.P.E" the man muttered before closing his eyes. The poison from the bullet has eaten deep into his system.

SURPRISED??? That's K. J for you. He's a mafiaso who doesn't walk around with just any gun. Vincent's little body vibrated with rage as he let go of the man's motionless body. The C.A.P.E.S was a family group formed by his father and 4 of his uncle's. Carlos Johnson, Allan Hook, Paul Jasper, Elliot Austin and his father Saint Raymond.

He turned furiously and walked pass K. J. K. J immediately ran after him and grabbed his hand.

" Let go of me right now" he spat out with gritted teeth, his anger evident in his voice.

" This anger is taking you nowhere boy, calm down and think, stop getting by your emotions."

" Those bastards killed my parents. My father trusted them so much but they connived and backstabbed him. And here you are asking me to sit and watch them enjoy? Never. It's obvious they killed him for his wealth"

" You sure have a lot of anger in you. I' ll help you get revenge if you come with me. This place is now unsafe for you." K. J said. Vincent glanced at him for a split second before muttering " fine you must keep to your word."

Kj glanced at the building briefly before leading Vincent to a waiting car.

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Black mamba's clan 19yrs later

Terror sat on his bed staring at the necklace in his hand. It was given to him by his mother on his tenth birthday, that was 2months before her death. He continued starring at it as a lone tear escaped his eyes.

It's been 19 years already since the death of his parents, 19 years since K. J took him in, 19 years since he became K. J's foster son and heir and 19 years since he has been keeping tabs on the C. A. P. E. They'd forgotten what they had done but Terror can never forget a night that changed his life completely.

A knock roused him from him from his thoughts.

" Who's there?" Terror asked coldly wiping his almost dried tears.

" Dagger" came the answer. Terror let him in and he walked to him holding a file. He the best at carrying out investigations faster. He has always informed Terror of the way about of the C. A. P. E's way about..

Terror had saved his uncle Carlos twice, all thanks to Dagger who found out he was in trouble. He saved him to be able to kill him gruesomely.

" This is what you asked for boss" Dagger said giving him the documents he was holding.

Terror stared at the documents emotionlessly. Carlos was now conglomerate just like he always wanted, Allan and Paul were in charge of his father's chains of hotel and Elliot the youngest who looked like he couldn't hurt a fly was heading his father's school which was building in his ( Vincent's) name. All the members of C. A. P. E. S where rich and affluent but his father was the richest and maybe that was why he was backstabbed by those chameleons.

He glanced at the documents again and nodded. Maybe it was time to start attacking after all. Carlos would be hosting a banquet in honor of all his investors and he was planning to launch his attack on that day.

Elliot would be the first while Carlos would be the last since he was the one controlling the others. " Gather the circle members at the power room at 7, not a minute late." Terror muttered releasing a dark smirk.  He had to get ready for the exchange tonight. He believed that first things should be done first.      

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Terror walked into the power room elegantly making everyone present to hold their breathe. His aura was domineering and intimidating and as always he looked dangerously handsome in his all black attire making some of the bitchy once wet.

The circle members were 10 in number.

The most dangerous members of the Black Mamba Clan.

Five men. Five women.

Each deadly in their own right.

Sniper — Ice-cold. Tactical. Covered in black ink and silent fury.

Creeper — he and sniper were the best shooters in the clan.

Dagger— Muscle. Ex-boxer. Built like a freight train with a crooked smile that never reached his eyes.

Smoke— Sharp with explosives. The quiet genius, always in dark hoodies and combat boots.

Torpedo— The brutal one. Loved blood. Carried a steel axe on his back like it was part of him.

Calypso— Sensual and savage. A poison expert with dead eyes and red stilettos.

Medusa— Tall, elegant, but her gloved hands were known for strangling men silently.

Vamp — Hacker. Tech witch. Never smiled. Her glare could crack glass. Foxy's best friend and fuck mate.

Vixen— Soft-spoken, lethal with blades. Loved slicing flesh like it was silk and the well known loner.

Foxy — The seductress. She's a bisexual who's obsessed with Terror. Manipulated kings and spies alike. Beauty masking a black soul.

As Terror stepped into the room, all ten stood at once.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

" Get ready, Vixen, Torpedo, Sniper, and Creeper you'll be meeting with the poison ives at the wind rush bridge by 9pm for the exchange. You know what to do." He concluded sternly before walking out without turning back.                

" Boss are we heading somewhere?" Dagger asked as Terror walked out fully armed.

" I need to pay my debtors a visit" Terror said as he hopped into the car and gave Dagger instructions. " Sinaloa cartel" he needed to visit' an old friend' as he referred to his enemies. 

Pitbull was the Lord of the popular cartel which ranges among the top in drug dealing and all kinds of crimes. He had bypassed the black Mambas sometime ago and collected their deal making Terror lose some cash. Though it wasn't a great deal,he wasn't ready to let him off the hook.

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Getting to the Cartel, girls started drooling over him as usual. Terror though cold was charming and always attracted attention where ever he went.

Ignoring the lustful gazes, he walked to Pitbull's private quarters eliminating the guards who tried to stop him. He strolled into a room and there he was smoking a pipe with three nude girls surrounding him.