Killian's pov
The vibrant club stirred with optimism. Music reiterated around the cavernous room together with humid smog and flashing strobe lights.
Drunken bodies crammed the space. With clenched jaw Killian waded through throngs of people. His nose wrinkled, sweat and alcohol permitted the air. Pushing through the door, he strolled down a stairs, leading to the cellar.
The narrow hallway outback offered white walls, dull lighting and cleaning equipment. Opening the steel door, he casually walked inside. Blood, urine and sweat trickled his sensitive nostrils.
The room was filled with the presence of his men. They all took a step back and watched killian.
placing a cigarette between his lips, he matched a flame and inhaled two deep drags and flashed the man infront of him a wicked grin.
The man gulped, lowering his gaze to the ground. Killian could practically smell the fear reeking off him.
He's afraid and he should be after what he had done. Killian thought.
He was dressed impeccably as always, his dark hair slicked back, his tailored suit accentuating his tall, powerful frame and the long scar just underneath his left eye running all the way to his jaw made him look intimidating.
Taking a few more pulls, he threw the butt on the floor and focused his attention on the traitorous bastard that had sold him out to his enemy.
"You know." He began as he slowly circled the man like a predator studying it's prey.
his voice cut through the silent room as he drew out a pocket knife.
"There's one thing I hate the most in this world and that's betrayal." He hissed, yanking the man's hair back as he ran the knife along his left cheek, leaving behind a trail of blood.
Killian stared at the man coldly, his grip on the knife tightening, his knuckles blanching from the pressure.
The man screamed in agony as killian rammed the knife into his torso. The sound of his painful screams pierced the room
and the sight of his blood brought Killian nothing but pleasure.
"Pl-please do-don't hurt me." He stuttered, his breathing ragged. "I will do anything you tell me to but please don't kill me." He begged.
"Too late!" Killian growled. "You already fucked up by betraying me and do you know what I do to people like you?" He asked, grabbing the man's jaw in a tight grip.
He swallowed, panic swirling in his eyes.
"I kill people like you." Killian continued. "But before I do, I make sure they all suffer before I kill them."
Killian turned around facing his men, his eyes dark and menacing. He glanced at Tristan, his right hand man. "What do you think? Do you think I should let him go or should I end his pathetic life." He grinned menacingly.
Tristan, shrugged. "He betrayed you and killing him would be the punishment."
Killian then flickered his gaze over to Colton.
"And you?" He questioned, tilting his head slightly. "What do you think I should do?"
Colton smiled wickedly as he strode toward the table which had an array of tools laid out.
Colton's eyes gleamed as he picked up a pair of pliers.
"We'll torture the son of a bitch until his last fucking breathe." Colton smirked.
"That's a waste of time." Tristan interjected. "I think we should just kill him."
"Where's the fun in that." Colton chimed.
"He betrayed us, he gave out crucial information about us to the enemy and spied on killian and you expect us to just give this bastard an easy death?"
"Either way he's going to pay for his crimes by dying.
We have other important stuff which requires our attention, standing here and torturing him is simply a waste of time." Tristan huffed.
Tristan was so much different from Killian and his younger brother, Colton. He didn't find the thrill and excitement in torturing another individual, he hated the blood and gore whilst the other two thrived on it. Killian and Colton found it thrilling.
" I agree with Colton however you do have a point Tristan-" Colton scoffed cutting Killian off. "Don't tell me you're going to listen to this idiot."
Tristan glared at Colton. "Watch that mouth of yours." He warned.
Colton rolled his eyes at his older brother. "Or what?" He mocked.
Tristan clenched his fists, ready to throw a punch at his brother. "You little piece of shit." He sneered, moving toward him.
"Enough!" Killian growled. The room instantly went silent. Killian then drew out his gun. "You." He snarled, shoving the gun into the traitors mouth. "It's time to say goodbye. Do you have any last wishes." Killian smirked.
The man's eyes widened in fear.
Killian chuckled darkly, removing the gun from the man's mouth. "Well do you?"
"Please don't kill me." He pleaded. "I know something which you don't and it could help save your life but I'll only tell you if you spare mine."
The room erupted in laughter. Killian chuckled, his gaze flickering to his men.
"This idiot is negotiating with me."
"No, I'm not just don't kill me please."
"What do you know that we don't?" Tristan asked, moving a step closer to the man.
Before the man could speak the sound of a gunshot rang in the air. Killian grinned, staring at corpse by his feet.
"Why did you kill him. He was going to tell us what he knew." Tristan spoke.
Killian sighed, tucking his gun away. "He lied and you of all people fell for it." Killian replied, frustration glimmering in his eyes.
"How did you know he was lying? And what if he wasn't?"
Balancing a cigarette on his lower lip, he matched a flame on a deep inhale, respiring a veil of smoke.
"I know when a person's lying." He began.
"and when they're aren't. Their eyes speak for themselves." He answered.
"Clean this mess up," he ordered, pointing to the body laying on the ground. "And meet me in my office." He told Tristan and Colton before leaving.