Marco POV

Today is the day the boys and I are going to infiltrate the home of Juan Pablo, Miguel Gonzales' second in command. The goal is to take Juan Pablo and interrogate him. We can't take him as hostage because in the Mafia, or at least in the Mafias other than my own, most times if someone gets caught they get left behind. I obviously would go back for my men but whatever.

Anyways, it is currently 6:00 pm, and we are hiding outside Juan's home. For some reason he doesn't live at the base, but a residential home. How stupid. We have been sitting here for the last hour in this huge black van, totally creepy. 

Rosco and Bex were able to rig it up though, making the van decked out in all the computer shit that Rosco uses. This is because Miguel is inside the home right now. We hacked into the security cams and are using a microphone from the inside to listen in on the conversation.

It doesn't matter, though, because these shit heads have been drinking whiskey and talking about their sex lives since we got here, no useful information. Finally though, we see Miguel get up and walk out of the room, and one minute later, he leaves the house. He gets in the car and drives away.

What as asshole, drinking and driving. He could kill someone. 

HAHAH that's a funny joke. 

My blood boils when I see him get in his car, I wish I could kill him right now, but that would be messy and turn all his alliances against me. Also, someone else might try to take credit because there would be no proof that it was me who killed him.

Once he drives away, we enter. Just Gio, Enzo, and Antonio come in with me. Gio is the best with guns, Enzo is one of my best men and his sarcastic comments distract enemies even though he doesn't realize  it, and Antonio is strong, he can beat Juan to a pulp if needed. 

Rosco stays back to cover for us, and he will watch the attack from the security cams, while Angelo is waiting to quickly drive us away. 

We get to his front door, guns at the ready, and I give the signal. Antonio slams his foot backwards into the door and it flies open. I enter first, Enzo and Gio flanking me slightly behind me, and Antonio trailing the back. 

Juan heard us and in a second he has a gun and is shooting at us as we shoot at him. He is taking cover behind the couch, we are behind the kitchen island. Everyone is tense. I spring up and shoot at Juan and he just misses it, the bullet grazes his temple.

Gio stands up and gets him hard in the arms and legs, spot on in the correct areas to impair him, but not kill him so we can still interrogation him. 

The bullet wounds cause Juan to fall, falling on his back against the wall. Juan sits on the ground panting and squirming in agony. He is trying to clutch at his wounds, but both arms and legs have been shot. I silently smirk at Gio's incredible aim.

We all calm down and slowly approach him. Antonio goes first and grabs Juan's jaw, then punches him so hard to knock him out so he can't reach for his gun and shoot at us again. 

I take a look at Juan and almost feel bad at the blood that is gushing out of his wounds, his face pale but one eye puffy and now his nose broken from Antonio's hit.

I'm kidding, I could not care less if he's in pain. I motion at Antonio to pick him up and carry him to the van, when I hear a noise from down the hall.

"Boss, do you hear that?" Enzo asks. I nod and motion for Enzo to follow me down the hall.

We creep slowly into the dark, the lights are off. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the closet door swing open. "BOSS WATCH OUT!" Enzo shouts.

I turn and on instinct shoot at the figure standing in the doorway. I hear a thud as whoever is there falls down onto the ground. 

Enzo says, "Nice Boss." then goes to turn on the lights to see who it is. When the lights flicker on and I look at the figure on the ground, my breathing stops.

A child, probably about 8, was slumped on the ground, tears in his eyes shaking of fear and pain. A bullet wound in his shoulder where I hit him. "Holy fuck, ENZO I NEED HELP!"

Enzo runs back and stares at the boy, saying, "Fuck." We are not in the business of shooting kids, I didn't even know Juan had one, although now it makes sense why he doesn't live at the Mexican base and in this residential area. 

Some Mafias are ok with killing or kidnapping kids to use as bait or hostages, but I am not, and the fact that I just shot one, even though not fatally, is too much to handle. 

I rush over to the kid, I feel like I am in a daze and kneel down to him. "Hey little dude, I-I'm so sorry, but you are going to be ok I promise."

I never stutter, but I'm in a panic. I pick him up and me and Enzo run to the van. At this point, the kid is passed out. We get in and I shout at Angelo, still holding the kid in my arms. "Lets go to the hospital, NOW!"

He shouts back, "Boss what happened? Did you get shot?" He looks at me through the front mirror and then sees the kid. "Shit, you shot a kid." Then he slams on the accelerator and speeds off.

Rosco and Gio are trying to tell me it's not my fault, that Juan shouldn't have a kid and live unprotected, that I didn't know, that the kid will be ok, but I'm not listening.

I am a monster. A cold hearted monster. How can anyone accept me? How can I ever have my own child? Bex will never forgive me if she finds out what's happened. 

My God, Bexley. I don't deserve her. She is too good for this world, too good for me.

We arrive at the hospital and I hand the kid to Enzo. "Enzo, bring him in, make sure they call social services and that he gets in good hands and then with a nice family. Make up some story of how you found him in an alley or something, and then leave!"

Enzo looks at me to protest or ask where I am going, but before he gets a word out, I shoot him a glare that would have most people shitting their pants. The other boys get the hint and follow Enzo inside. I walk down the street and find the closest bar.

My head is spinning in guilt and grief at the realization of what I've done and how I don't deserve ever to be happy. I waltz right into a club and head straight to the bar. 

The bartender doesn't even have to ask to see that I want to get fucked, he gives me three whiskeys on ice and I slurp them down like they are nothing.

I am so lost in my own thoughts that the bartender continues to give me more and more drinks. I have a high tolerance, but I am so drunk right now I can barely remember my name. 

All I want is Bex, but I don't deserve her, and tonight she is working at the bar and then going home. I won't even see her when I get back tonight.

I shot a kid, I shot a kid, I shot a kid.

I realize I should leave and very drunkingly stand up to stumble to the front door. Immediately some girl is on me like that. 

Long dark hair, extensions going down to her hips. She is wearing a dress that stops just below her ass, its neon pink, ew, and its pushing her tits right out at me. Her fake tan is practically orange and she is wearing so much makeup I can basically see the powder falling off with every movement.

I am so fucked though, all I know is I need to stop the turmoil in my head. I look at this girl and she looks at me, batting her eyes, and I don't know what happens but next moment my lips are on hers, my hands on her ass, and we are stumbling into a taxi. My old habits coming right back.

I must have blanked out or shit because all of a sudden we are in my room, my shirt off, her dress off, and she is trying to suck my dick. I lean back and let out a groan, I feel like this is wrong of me but can't remember why. When I feel her teeth graze my cock however, I shove her away.

"Whats wrong sexy, you can't handle me?" she asks, trying to imitate an innocent voice. I don't have time for this, I pick her up and immediately start thrusting into her. 

I don't care about her right now, I just need to get some relief. Eventually, although it takes me a long time, probably because her moans are impossibly annoying, I release and slump over.

"That was amazing!" the girl says. I don't reply because that was pretty shit and turn away from her, ready to end this atrocious night. She tries to cuddle up to me but I growl, and she turns around. I quickly fall asleep.

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I wake up suddenly. My head throbbing, I have never had a hangover this bad. I growl and sit up, getting dizzy right away. I try to remember the events of last night, wondering how I could get this fucked.

Juan Pablo, the attack at his house, the kid. Oh my God I shot a kid. Then the club, FUCK. THE GIRL. How could I do that, she is awful. 

And Bex, oh no Bex. I can't ruin it with her, last night was a mistake but she won't forgive me if she sees the girl.

I turn to the alarm clock and see its 8:15. FUCK. Bex is probably already downstairs, I have to get to her before that girl from last night does so I can explain. I turn and realize the girl isn't there anymore.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

I hop out of bed and almost fall over, my head feels like a stampede is inside it, and sprint down the hall and the stairs. I approach the kitchen and go in, my heart stops when I see what's happening.

"Who the hell are you?" that annoying girl says, shooting daggers at a very confused Bex, while I watch Enzo stare at me, anger and hurt in his eyes.

Well shit.