Addicted to the mafia Kingpin

𝗭𝗮𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

"Good fucking riddance Blade"

I could hear the faint beeping of the IV machine but i couldn't get myself to open my eyes. I was in a dream that wasn't ending and i couldn't get myself to wake up. My eyelids were heavy and no matter how much i screamed internally, nothing happened. Nothing was changed

"What? What are you doing man?"

My voice was clear as day as i looked at Venom, my friend of three years and an assassin for the Crimson cartel. Confusion was written all over my face as i stared at the gun that was pointed straight at my heart. I dared not move because i knew Venom was a damn good shooter.

"I'm sorry man. Even if i don't do it, someone else will and i will--"

Venom's voice answered and my frown softened. While we were on a mission to deal with the minister or defense over the increased surveillance on gang activities, Venom's real mission was to get rid of me. I knew there would come a time where i'd get disposed of but after everything i sacrificed to show my dedication, i didn't think they'd get rid of me in such a humiliating way.

"Someone has to take the blame"

Venom added and i looked at my bloody hands with my blade, dripping with fresh blood. So i was their fall guy for killing the minister. Bloody traitors. I knew there'd be no way out for me and i dropped the knife. Even if i managed to take Venom on and subdue him, i would never be able to take on the entire Crimson's cartel. They'd keep sending more and more.

"Well then, go on. You're not planning to shoot me from behind now, are you? I don't want to die without seeing who's pulling the trigger"

I winced from how cold and resigned my voice was. It was terrifying to think that this was the last moments of my life. If i had to choose a way to die, i wanted it to be around people that cared about me. I wasn't the sentimental type but i hoped their care and prayers would at least get God to reconsider. I wasn't hoping for heaven because of the things i had done but i wasn't precisely thrilled on the prospect of hell.

"I'm sorry Blade"

Venom's voice trembled. I only looked at him and smirked. In all the years i've worked with him, i had never seen him hesitate with any killings and for the first time, i was seeing guilt in his eyes.

"Well, come on then. Shoot me"

I said to him while i reached for my handkerchief and used it to clean my bloody hands. The hesitation on Venom was so obvious that i felt guilty for making this hard for him. I didn't blame him though. Had the roles being reversed, i would've already been done with it.

"Don't make me come get you, Venom. It's either you shoot me before i change my mind and we both know that won't be good. For you" I added, pretty calmly. I was a better fighter than Venom and if i had taken him on, i wouldn't leave him breathing, not for anything. To emphasize on my point, i took a step forward and i could see the fear creeping in on Venom. I had barely taken a second when i heard a bang and felt the impact on my body.

I looked up at met Venom's eyes and as much as i saw fear in them, i could see the sympathy in them. I didn't fall right away, instead, i took another step and Venom shot at me again. This time, i placed my hand on my chest before i sank down to my knees and finally fell to my side.

Blood spurted out of my mouth and onto the white tiled floors. Weak and gasping pathetically for air, i looked up when Venom moved to kneel beside my limp body.

"Who?" I asked as more blood spurted out of my mouth. I was dying and even then, i couldn't think about the safety of my parents, their well being. The only important thing that mattered in that moment was knowing the bastard that put a hit on me. I was truly an animal with no conscious at all.

"Blade-" Venom had tried to refuse but he didn't need so much encouragement, he already knew that i was dying. I knew i was dying and there was no way i'd be able to come out of it alive. It would take a miracle to bring me back to life and miracles just didn't knock on the doors or people like me.

"Who?" I asked Venom again and i saw him sigh in defeat before he pressed his gun to my head.

"Simeon. It was Simeon Gambino" he said just as i felt the last bang and everything darkness.

My eyes slowly opened and it took a moment to adjust to the sudden lighting. It was the then that i heard it very clearly, the beeping sound i was hearing at the beginning of my dream.

When i was able to fully open my eyes, i looked around the room and from what i could see, it wasn't a real hospital. Despite all the disinfectant and antiseptic smell lingering in the air, i was far too accoustomed to the underground world to know that this wasn't a facility people wanted known.

I tried to move my hands and legs but nothing worked. I was awake but it felt as if i was trapped within myself. The dream about Venom flashed back before my eyes. Only then, that things were clear, i realized that it wasn't a dream. It was my reality. One that was probably the reason i was laying there so helpless.

I laid there in pain, grunting, groaning and hoping i'd get anyone's attention. My pain fueled my will and i managed to lift my finger slightly.