Ruthlessly Heartless

He looked formidable and handsome as hell as he lit his cigarette while laughing. His laugh was boisterous, yet evil. He looked at the man lying at his feet "You asked me why I didn't save her earlier even though I could have done it easily?" He stepped back from the notorious gang leader of the Black Jacket Gang and lit a cigarette "She may be my sister, but she ought to suffer some consequences right? If I don't allow her to reap what she sowed how will she learn valuable lessons about life?" The leader of the gang is shocked but the fear of the man before him masked his surprise as he trembled in fear but kept quiet. The formidable yet cold man looked at him cower with fear with disdain as he continued "You see, now she has learnt valuable lessons. The two most important lesson is not to mess with whom should not be messed with and not to trust whom should not be trusted. How to recognize both? If she is too dumb to, in the future she won't try such stunts again" He took a drag of his cigarette and flipped his hand to discard the ash right on the gang leader's head. "I gave her a chance to learn and fight for survival. Big brother won't always be there to save her ass when she makes silly mistakes" The gang leader was shivering with fear at this point 'If he didn't spare his own sister, how will he spare me?' He saw him walk away from him and breathed a sigh of relief, but what he said next made him peed his pants. "You see, even though I left her in your mercy for 12hours to learn hard lessons about life. I am not planning to spare those who hurt her in the process." Miller walked back towards the gang leader that's been held down by one of his men and squatted in front of him. He narrowed his eyes menacingly. "You knew she was my sister, yet you allowed your men to manhandle her, you struck a deal with her and yet you betrayed her. The bruises might be few, but I had it counted by the doctor you see" Miller look up to his right hand man and personal secretary "Fowler" "Yes boss" Fowler answered immediately. "How many were the bruises?" "Three, the doctor said the fourth one was from before the staged k********g" Miller looked back down at the leader menacingly and nodded "Hmmm...heard that? Three bruises. You really have guts, I will give you that." Miller stood up and made a gesture to one of his men. The man went forward removed a wicked looking knife from it's holster near his lap and stabbed the gang leader three times in positions that he knew was not life threatening. Miller continue to smoke as if a man wasn't screaming In agony right in front of him. "Give him a slow death and make sure his territory is mine by the end of tomorrow" The three men in the small dark room with him chorused "Boss" Miller turn to leave and Fowler followed as the gang leader writhes in pain while pleading for his life.