I didn’t even see it coming.
The bat smashed into my head multiple time with such force, the everything went black. My legs gave out beneath me, and I crumpled to the floor, the cold concrete rushing up to meet me. My body lay limp as blood pooled around my head, soaking into the dirt and dust.
There were no more thoughts, no more pain, no more fear.
My father didn’t come.
He chose his empire over me.
It had been three days since I was dumped at the market like yesterday’s trash, and my father, Martinez, still had no clue I was gone. His head was somewhere else, focused on the new gang threatening his empire. They were getting bolder, going after his allies and leaving their mutilated bodies as warnings. It was clear—they were coming for him next.
My dad sat in his dim office, his face tight with anger as he scanned the latest report. “This isn’t just a turf war anymore,” he growled, slamming his fist onto the desk. “They’re sending a damn message!”
His men stood around, clearly nervous. Nobody liked it when dad was mad. He’d built his empire from scratch, ruling the streets with iron fists. For years, no one dared challenge him, but now, this new gang was trying to break him, make him look weak.
But if there was one thing my dad wasn’t, it was weak.
“I want everyone on this!” he ordered, his voice cutting through the room. “Find out who they are, where they live, what they eat. I want them all dead by the end of the week.”
One of his men, Rafael, hesitated before stepping forward. “Boss, we found another body last night. Same as the others. This one was dumped at the docks.”
My dad's jaw clenched. “One of ours?”
Rafael nodded. “Yeah. Same mutilations—hands cut off, body trashed. Whoever’s doing this isn’t just killing—they’re making it personal.”
My dad leaned back, thinking. This wasn’t about the usual things—territory, money. This gang wanted something bigger. With each new body, it was clear—they were coming straight for him.
“We hit them tonight,” Martinez said, his voice low. “No more waiting. I want blood.”
His men moved fast, leaving him alone in the dim room. He sat there, plotting his next move, completely unaware that his own blood had already been spilled. I smiled bitterly watching him.
While he was busy planning, they found my body.