Carnal Immortal

"So you want someone dead?" The boss asks.

"Yes, I want him gone forever. Do whatever you have to, just make sure he is dead for good, plus, you might get something more out of this," Jeff says.

"Oh, what is it?" The boss asks.

"This man he is rich. You can probably threaten him to extort some more money out of him," Jeff says.

"Hmm, I like where this is going. Tell me more about this guy. Where can I find him?" The boss asks.

"He lives here on the first floor. There is also a woman named Megan who lives downstairs; you are not allowed to touch her. She shouldn't be involved in this," Jeff says.

The boss looks at Jeff weirdly, wondering what the deal is with this woman named Megan, but he is not someone to ask unnecessary questions.

He looks at the address Jeff provided and realizes that it's in a posh area in the city. The boss smiles. He is going to get lucky once again. Two nights in a row.

"Okay, get the fuck out of here before I change my mind," the boss says.

Jeff nods his head and walks away. But he doesn't leave. He just makes sure to keep out of their sight.

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It's late at night. The boss takes all his goons with him.

Driving in their open-roof cars, they enter the posh area. The street lights are on, but no one's out and about.

People who live here have no business being out this late; they prefer the comfort and safety of their homes, so even when they hear a bunch of loud cars rolling by, they don't care.

The boss looks around until he finds the house number he is looking for.

"Stop," he says to his goon, who's driving. The car comes to a screeching stop, and the rest follow.

The boss looks at the house. "It's a nice house," He says.

"How much do you think it's gonna cost to buy one of these, boss?" One of his goons asks.

"Forget about it. You're sorry ass would rather blow all your money on hookers and cocaine than think about buying a house," the boss says.

"Hahaha, you are right," the goon laughs it off while rubbing the back of his head.

"Now, let's go in and kill the mother fucker, but before that, make sure you loot all the valuables inside his house, understand?" the boss asks.

"Yes, boss!!" the goons in the car yell.

"Good," the boss says with a big grin and gets out of his car as his men follow, nine of them, all of different shapes and sizes, follow him inside.

"Boss, take a look at this," one of his goons suddenly calls him out.

The boss stops in his tracks and looks at his man, who is pointing inside the house that was told not to bother with. Now curious, he walks up to his man and looks in.

His eyes immediately go wide as he can't believe what he is seeing. He has never seen a woman so beautiful in his life.

She is sitting on the couch, wearing very little clothes, her big cleavage out in the open, and her thick, sexy thighs exposed.

The boss and all his goons who are looking at Megan immediately get a boner; luckily for them, Megan seems very engrossed in her TV show that she doesn't notice a bunch of men staring at her through the window.

"Now I understand why that chump wanted us not to bother with her. He wanted this fine piece of meat all for himself," one of the goons says.

"Ya, that's not gonna happen. I want her. After we are done dealing with the rich guy, I will give her a visit," The boss says.

"What about us, boss? Can we take her for a ride?" the goon asks.

The boss gives him a death glare. "Have you seen your ugly mug? Do you think you deserve to taste such fine meat? She is mine alone. You all better keep her out of your thoughts, or I am going to break you," the boss threatens his men.

They are not happy, but they are not stupid enough to argue with the big man. They can think about Megan and how to deal with her once the job is done.

It's not like they have to be loyal to the big man. If he refuses to share, they will get rid of him to have their way with the beautiful woman.

"Okay, let's go up and finish the job," the boss says and continues to make their way upstairs.

Some of the men want to stay back and continue staring at Megan, but the boss has given his orders. It's better to listen.

They arrive before the target's door.

"Ring the bell," the boss orders.

His goon nods and starts ringing the bell aggressively, making sure that whoever's inside gets irritated and opens the door without thinking much.

This has worked many times for them. Arrive unexpectedly and annoy the hell out of their target. They will be so distracted by the constant ringing that the target won't even bother checking who it is.

A few seconds later, the door opens.

Every goon has a grin on their face as their hands are about to get bloody. The most excited of them all is the boss.

But when his eyes fall on the person standing before him, he is stunned.

The person before him is the same man he was on video call yesterday. The man who scared him to death by just staring at him.

"Woho, would you look at that? You brought your entire bunch. Why don't you all come in?" Amon says with a smile on his face and steps aside.

The goons are stunned seeing Amon being so welcoming to them.

Some of them feel like they have seen this man somewhere, but they can't figure it out. The only one who recognizes Amon is the boss, because he is the only person who talked to Amon on the phone.

The boss gets very nervous, but since Amon invited them in, it's better to listen.

The boss walks in. Seeing their boss walk in, the rest follow. They are still very confused. They give Amon a weird look as they walk past him and into his house.

With everyone inside, Amon smiles and locks the door behind him.

Amon turns around and looks at the ten goons inside his apartment. Nine of them are pretending to look as scary as possible, some of them are even cracking their knuckles, while some of them are reaching for a knife.

Amon smiles. He ignores most of the.

He looks at the boss. "Who was it that was constantly ringing the bell?" Amon asks.

The boss feels as if his heart is about to beat out of his chest. Even though he and his men outnumber Amon ten to one, he has never felt so scared in his life. He is sure that if he and his men try anything, they will end up dead.

He begins cursing Jeff. 'That mother fucker! He sent me to die. If I get out of here, I am going to make his life a living hell,' the boss swears.

"It was me. What are you gonna do about it?" One of the goons steps forward and gets right in front of Amon's face. Trying to act tough.

But the height and size difference make it look very funny. Like a chihuahua barking up a Great Dane.

Amon smiles. "What am I going to do? Well... Let me demonstrate.." Amon says and brings one of his hands up, places it against the goon's right ear, and then... hurls his head into the sharp edge of a corner so hard and fast that... *SPLAT* His head pops like a balloon.

Blood and brains everywhere. The goon's headless body tumbles down to the ground, blood spurting out from the mangled neck like a fountain.

The other goons just stare at the bloody mess. None of them could make sense of it.

How does that happen? How can someone slam someone's head against something so hard that the head explodes as if it's an air-filled balloon?

The goons become terrified. They look at Amon as if he's a monster.

"Well, then, let me introduce myself you you idiots properly. I am Amon Khufu, and from yesterday, I am your new boss. I am the guy whom your boss talked to over the phone. This should jog your memories," Amon says.

And suddenly it hits them.

The man they saw on the video call, the one their boss told them about yesterday. They didn't give it much thought back then because the boss was sounding weird and scared. But now everything starts making sense.

"I also have all of you on payroll, which your leader clearly didn't tell you. But that's none of my concern," Amon says.

When the goons hear this, they all collectively look at their leader, who avoids eye contact with them.

"Looks like all of you understand. Now clean up this mess and leave. And that Jeff guy, the one who sent you all here, if you see him, leave him alone. I will handle him myself," Amon orders.

The goons are still overwhelmed by everything. Seeing one of their comrades just die before their very eyes while they stand and watch his headless corpse lose all its blood makes them feel sick in the stomach.

But their fear of Amon is even greater.

They finally realize why the boss was so adamant about them being respectful towards Amon.

Who would have thought that a little hit job assigned to them by some random off the street would lead them directly to their real boss, and one of them would end up dead?