Chapter Text
2014
Aquamarine eyes narrowed in utter annoyance, the ruckus filling the air was echoing off the walls of the numerous surrounding alleyways, a loud succession of gunshots that hadn’t let up in the long seconds that had passed, he may have been used to situations like this one but he was beyond it right now; it was always one thing after another, he didn’t understand why trash didn’t know their place.
“Shit.”
Sanzu Haruchiyo was unsure just how things could have escalated to this degree when the enemy were a bunch of tactless morons, but he wasn’t internally complaining too much, he hadn’t liked these assholes from the very beginning; it was beyond time that they were put in their grave after trying his patience so many times up until now.
“Oi, you good?!”
“Tch, their accuracy sucks!”
“Says you!”
The pink-haired man arched an eyebrow, here they were getting shot at and the Haitani Brothers still argued like a couple of kids, he should’ve expected as much considering how long they’d been stuck on this assignment, which had completely blindsided them from day one. Ran was significantly more irritable with how little sleep he’d managed since they’d been constantly on the move hunting the targets down, Rindou complaining about the other executives never getting stuck with missions such as this back-to-back like the three of them, the pair going back and forth about matters that didn’t amount to jack shit. Originally, this assignment was supposed to have been short and sweet, a single hour and be nothing more than a simple conversation; needless to say, it’d been two fucking weeks of hunting these cowards down instead as they’d made a point to dodge them for as long as they were capable. They’d been all over Japan, hitting up major cities, passing through small towns, going in endless circles chasing them, all to wind back up in Tokyo, as much as he enjoyed a game of cat and mouse, this one had tested even his patience. He was more than ready to speed up this drawn-out game, not end it, he’d be dragging that part out for as long as humanly possible with the way they’d been fucked with.
“Oi Sanzu; got any bright ideas?” the younger Haitani pressed, his voice teetering on exasperation.
They’d been stuck in this shootout for a solid five minutes and as short of a time as it sounded, a fair bit had already gone down, six bodies on the ground and unconscious for the time being, three still shooting. Bonten’s number two didn’t respond, shoving a new magazine into his handgun as he considered their options. They’d already taken down over half of these low lives, but the confined space of the alley was only making it difficult to get clean shots, too many corners to hide around, the enemy could’ve already run off had they not gotten bold enough to think they could take on the three of them and live. All of this could’ve been avoided if they’d just paid their fucking dues and instead, they’d slighted Koko; this should’ve been his shit to take care of, not theirs. Regardless, they had to wrap things up quickly before the authorities showed up, a good number of them may have been in Bonten’s pocket but not all of them, keeping those uninformed about the criminal side of things would let them continue to move freely in the public eye.
A soft hum left him in thought, throwing a quick glance around the corner at the targets before easing back, those idiots weren’t bothering to watch their back and should someone just happen to come up behind them…
‘Bang.’
A wide grin formed on his lips, that would work just fine for the time being. He’d take the ringleader’s head back to Mikey after he had his fun, there were plenty of their warehouses close by where he could do so, and the Haitani Brothers could bail out no sooner did they have answers they needed. It’d been far too long since he’d had to put lower ranked scum in their place, those that had been with them for a while knew better, the new ones too starstruck by their boss that they couldn’t do jack without being given step by step instructions, but then there were those who’d become complacent, it’d be a while before another bunch got there so he’d have to enjoy this for all it was worth. His head turned to swivel between the pair briefly, giving a short sign that he’d handle it and just needed them to cover long enough for him to end things, quick nods in affirmation coming from the both of them. He had to be quick about this, find the shortest route before the enemy realized only two guns were being fired back at them, otherwise they were in for an even bigger headache. His footsteps may not have been silent, but they didn’t have to be this time around, the banging noises sounding all around kept him from blowing his cover as he sped off, ducking into another alley to begin the process of circling around to the enemy’s side.
‘What a waste of time.’
Koko had wanted them to collect what was owed to their organization, that was originally the mission, and it should’ve been a simple hour at most conversation, leaving with a duffel filled with cash and heading back to headquarters to present it to the treasurer, as was the usual routine on the twelfth of every month. Upon arrival to the location, it’d become clear relatively quickly that the trash had turned tail and bolted, taking the loan (including interest) with them which had forced the three of them into the current situation. They hadn’t had much time at all, Rindou dashing into the driver’s seat while Ran put his phone to his ear with intent to touch base with the treasurer about what had happened, himself sending a bombardment of texts to a multitude of their people in order to get a solid trail to follow and within seconds, they were speeding down the streets of Tokyo in what would wind up being the biggest headache the three of them had dealt with in four months. They hadn’t had much of a chance to avoid it, not only had they already been out but they were the best choice out of all of the executives, which had been proven time and time again over the last several years they’d all been working together.
It always seemed to be them dealing with these types of matters, Mocchi never did jack shit except complain, drone on and on about how the lack of rivalry made for a boring time, Akashi only knew how to spend money like he was some kind of aristocrat even though the fucker was useless and didn’t contribute fuck all. Koko kept them more than just afloat, he was always coming up with new ways to make money, new business ventures, the newest being the lavish hostess bar the Haitani had invested in, hiding the prostitution ring within plain sight. Kakucho was just as valuable, always taking care of the tedious tasks that he himself wasn’t interested in handling, the face aspects of Bonten for the public eye which freed him up to do what he did best. He was number two for a reason, not only was he the most loyal to their leader out of the whole organization but he’d been watching his back the longest out of everyone, well before Bonten, before Kanto Manji, and even before Tokyo Manji Gang. His memories may have been messy with the way that things had changed back then but one thing certainly had not, Sano Manjiro was and always would be, a king. The Invincible Mikey was still undefeated to this day and was awe inspiring, there wasn’t anyone else out there that would go beyond the limits for that man like he had over the years, he’d do anything if it meant supporting him; by extent, this trash had disrespected the king and that shit absolutely wasn’t going to fly.
‘Now.’
Sanzu didn’t hesitate, coming around the corner and raising his handgun with practiced ease, squeezing the trigger without regret. The loud bang that followed the first shot had the other two enemies abandoning the shootout with the Haitani Brothers and whipping their heads around, two pairs of eyes blown wide with shock while they watched the third remaining member of their group collapse after taking a bullet to the chest. He’d purposely avoided vital organs and would do so with the other two, his katana was calling to him and it’d been quite a while since he’d brought his old friend out to play, he’d have a grand ole time slicing these pricks up for the next several hours…or days. The pink-haired man didn’t waste a second nor let the enemy get the upper hand, firing another two shots without batting an eye, a crazed grin forming on his scarred lips no sooner did they hit the ground with pained howls and giggled quietly to himself, maybe he’d kill just one right now so the other two knew that he meant business before he kicked them so hard that they blacked out.
“You stood against the king.” He drawled, his voice filled with malice; his hand rose, aiming the gun at the closest piece of trash. “Thought you were more when you were nothing but pawns.”
Another dark giggle came from him, inaudible over the screams filling the filthy alley and he made to squeeze the trigger again, his aquamarine orbs gleaming sadistically with anticipation. He’d been waiting months to get rid of this filth and they’d finally opened up the door that gave him the opportunity to do so, stealing from Koko was the same as stealing from Mikey and he’d make damn sure they knew it even beyond their last wheezing breath.
“Do you have to be so dramatic every time?”
Sanzu didn’t budge a centimeter at the words, the gun still raised while he side-eyed the elder Haitani with amusement, that was rich coming from him of all people when out of all the executives, he was the definition of a drama queen and all about putting on a good show. Rindou sighed heavily, looking entirely aggravated, whether it was over the situation or Ran’s constant antagonizing he wouldn’t know, the man moved a hand through his hair leisurely, walking next to his brother while they approached. He took the brief moment to observe the state of things, each of their shots had purposely avoided vital organs but there was no guarantee that every man lying on the ground hadn’t been hit in a precarious spot with all the moving around they’d done, bleeding out was a possibility, so was being dead but they still had three that were breathing. The only thing that would be ruined if that were the case was his future fun, they’d have to check pulses before dragging all the bodies off to the closest warehouse, regardless of if every one of those men weren’t breathing, bodies would have to be disposed of, made to disappear.
“At the very least, find out where they stashed Koko’s money before you shoot them.” Ran continued with composure, his lilac eyes filled with boredom; he could’ve scoffed, he may have been impulsive but not so much that he’d fuck himself into being forced to listen to the greedy bastard bitch. “I’d rather not listen to his complaints by coming back emptyhanded.”
“Been on our ass every day for the past two weeks.” The younger added with a grumble; he slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out his buzzing phone and tapping at the screen with a single hand.
As much of a pain as it was, it looked like they would have to get the answers before he could indulge in his fun because there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that the treasurer had been the one to send the text Rindou was currently engrossed in. He’d been blowing them all up multiple times a day since they’d gone on the hunt, text messages, phone calls, video chats, the impatient fuck couldn’t take a hint that they were busy; if he wanted this done right, then he should’ve left them in peace to do what they had to do to wrap things up. An over-the-top sigh left him in exasperation, but the pair were right, they needed answers, Mikey would be less than pleased if he offed the enemies before they could get that six hundred thousand back and he sure as shit didn’t want to listen to Koko’s complaints; what happened nine months ago was a prime example of what would happen should he do as he pleased, rather than what was needed.
“Very well.” He agreed grudgingly; he shifted his hand just barely, redirecting the gun to point in the direction of the man’s dick rather than his head, his smile widened dangerously. “Tell us where you stashed it.”
“Shinjuku, in Shinjuku!” the man exclaimed, his voice teetering on hysterical.
“Traitor!” another voice bellowed, sounding pissed to high heaven.
“You’re a dead man!” a different voice barked.
“Fuck you, like you wouldn’t rat if there was a gun…”
He arched an eyebrow, the squabbling between the three would’ve been entertaining had they not been on the wildest goose chase of their damn lives in the past two weeks, but his patience was worn down to nothing, he was leaning towards pistol whipping the fucks into an unconscious state as soon as they gave up the location. Both his companions seemed to be on the same page, they were just as sick of this shit as he was and they needed to get a move on before the sound of sirens broke through the stillness, the Haitani Brothers could collect the money and get it back to the treasurer before the night was out. He’d use his time getting to know their new friends, he wouldn’t be making it back to headquarters until he had everything that he needed from them, and it’d take a few days at the least, he had nine new buddies to befriend and that itself would take a fair share of time; Mikey deserved a thorough and enlightening report after all.
“How unsightly.” Ran mused, his voice distasteful; the younger of the two scoffed with a roll of his eyes, his lilac eyes that matched his brother’s pair still zeroed in on his phone.
“Get on with it Sanzu.” Rindou spoke, his tone irritable; the pink-haired man hummed quietly in acknowledgement, shifting the gun again just barely. “Koko’s about to lose his damn mind so we need more than a district.”
“Yes, yes. I know.” He retorted airily, the smile dropping off his face and a deep frown replacing it.
It didn’t seem as though they had the time to drag out the fun for answers since the authorities would be approaching before long, either they press to get what they needed, or they’d have to haul nine bodies off to one of the warehouses nearby. That itself would be a pain in the sense that they’d wind up getting stuck waiting for one of the traitors to come to and it’d be a guessing game on who would give up the location, they didn’t have all the time in the world but if it came to that, they wouldn’t have much of a choice. Without a word, he squeezed the trigger, a loud bang followed that was essentially drowned out by a horrid scream, the bullet lodging itself in the man’s knee; he didn’t know why in the fuck he had to do all the work to make these fucks immobile when Rindou was the one that could easily snap bones without much effort, he’d boasted about that shit all of their teenage years just for him to get lazy.
‘How boring.’
“Where’d you stash it, you worthless fucks?” he pressed lowly, his tone dangerous; he already had a feeling he knew where, men like this didn’t know anything about discretion and were entirely clueless when it came to hiding within plain sight.
“Kabukicho.” One replied, voice teetering on panicked.
“Should’ve known.” Rindou muttered, sounding just as unimpressed as he was; the younger Haitani tapped at his phone, obviously letting Koko know that they had an answer and when to expect them back. “Traffic’s gonna be a pain this time of night.”
“The redlight district is always popular on Friday.” Ran followed up, his voice expressing he was the furthest thing from surprised; Bonten owned plenty of businesses over there, it was easier to hide the gambling rings within the hostess clubs. “Ask Koko if anyone thought to collect rent while we’ve been busy, I’d rather get it all done in one go if not.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” The younger sighed heavily.
That hadn’t crossed Sanzu’s mind, the three of them were always the ones collecting “rent” and if no one had thought to do so while they’d been on this wild goose chase, it would make sense why the treasurer was so impatient for them to wrap things up. Yet again, Mocchi and Akashi were fucking useless, either of them could’ve been taking care of these things while they’d been busy. Kakucho always stayed at Mikey’s side during times like this when he had to be away to take care of various matters, he was the only one that the pink-haired man could trust to actually watch their boss’s back, he’d been disappearing a little more often than usual lately, but he’d expected as much, that day was approaching faster than anticipated. He’d be skipping out next month, as he did every year to be Mikey’s shadow for the day in question, the Haitani Brothers would have to take care of these things on their own and maybe this time, Akashi would do something to help instead of drowning himself in alcohol like he did every fucking year.
‘Worthless piece of shit, should’ve offed him myself when I had the chance.’
Thinking about that wouldn’t do him a bit of good, he hadn’t taken the opportunity and now he was stuck dealing with the prick until he kicked the bucket, zero chance that he’d be taken out since he didn’t do anything that could be seen as dangerous, the most he could hope for was alcohol poisoning. With a heavy breath, he fired the gun without so much as a glance, a different sounding scream filling the air upon the bullet’s impact, followed by another with the third shot; now they wouldn’t have to worry about the pricks running away.
“Where in Kabukicho?” Sanzu drawled, his voice demanding; again, whatever patience he’d possessed at the start of this was nonexistent, they’d been jerked around for too long and he was going to snap if they didn’t get answers. “You have three seconds before I gauge out your eyes.”
He’d do it regardless no matter what the filth chose to do, but a satisfied grin formed on his lips at the babbling answer that came from all three enemies, now all that was left to do was have the time of his life for the next few days, he’d be dragging this out for all it was worth.
“Fucking finally.” Rindou complained with a groan; the elder of the two breathed a sigh of relief, there was no doubt he was already prepared to sleep through the whole weekend after they finished this. “Shit took too long.”
“Being stubborn did nothing to help you.” Ran commented, his voice every bit of bored. “Just put off the inevitable, you were doomed from the start.”
‘Tch, and he called me dramatic.’
His aquamarine-colored eyes rolled as he lowered the pistol, mentally preparing himself for the drawn-out process of carrying (dragging) nine separate bodies to the closest warehouse and he was much too sober for how much of a pain in the ass it would be; what remained of his pills were in the car and…
“Rindou, get the car.” He instructed, his head turned to face the man in question; not only would he have his shit but transporting the bodies would be a piece of cake, it didn’t matter if the trunk was a tight fit, the trash would fit even if they had to break bones to make it happen. “Need to get a move on.”
“I’m surprised we haven’t heard sirens yet.” The elder hummed, his voice thoughtful.
“Hideki’s buying us some time.” The younger followed up with a scoff, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world; he tucked his phone back in his pocket quickly, catching the set of car keys with ease. “Don’t think they’ll all fit though Sanzu.”
“Tch, they will.” He retorted, a sadistic gleam in his eyes; he pressed his boot against a man’s elbow lightly, applying the smallest amount of pressure. “You’re the one that used to go on about snapping bones like toothpicks, can shape them however we went.”
There wasn’t any other option, he wasn’t going to make two trips and he sure as shit wasn’t carrying nine limp bodies that would be nothing but deadweight, everything had been a clusterfuck up until now and he was going to make things as easy for himself as possible. First things first, Rindou had to get the car, he and Ran could knock these bastards out while they waited, all they’d been doing was being over the top with their howling and screaming. You’d think he was skinning them alive when all he’d done was shoot them, the legs were nonvital to begin with so they were just being a bunch of pussies, overly dramatic pansies that certainly wouldn’t shut up unless they were knocked out cold, he’d be sure to gag every one of them once they were all settled in; there wasn’t a chance he could listen to this for a few days when he only had enough pills left to make it through the night and tomorrow morning. It was absurd that they were making so much noise, it wasn’t going to change anything and they were certainly going to die by his hand so it didn’t make a lick of sense why anyone would go out of their way to be so dramatic when they knew that there was no avoiding the end; why not accept it in stride and die with a little bit of honor?
‘Ridiculous, it isn’t like there’s anyone that can hear…’
His eyes went wide when it all clicked into place, the trash hadn’t had the time to actually stop to stash that cash, they’d been on the move the whole time they’d been chasing after them, they’d passed it off to someone else to do for them and led them on to protect the trueringleader of this fiasco. This extended outside of Bonten and was more complex than they’d ever thought, it hadn’t been a simple grab and go, it’d been planned out which could only mean one thing; they were about to be ambushed. No sooner had he realized just what was in the works, he caught movement from the corner of his eye and instantly whipped the gun in that direction with intent to pull the trigger.
“Ran, Rindou! It’s a-”
His words were drowned out by the heavy stream of shots being fired from multiple directions, none of which Sanzu nor his companions had time to pinpoint, they’d jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire; they were furthest thing from being prepared to combat something such as this. His adrenaline was shooting through the roof as he booked it as fast as he could, throwing himself behind the closest corner, his back meeting the wall.
‘Fucking shit.’
If he would’ve known they’d wind up in a situation like this, he would’ve brought more ammo, only half a magazine in his handgun, one full clip in his pocket, and he knew his fellow executives had to be worse off as they’d covered for him earlier. His head swiveled in all directions, finding the Haitani Brothers with relative ease, both of whom were on the far other side of the alleyway, the trash had managed to separate their group and handicap them. Rindou had taken a bullet to the leg and the shot had been the furthest thing from clean from what he could tell with the distance, the dark expression on Ran’s face told him as much as he looked over his brother, his own bleeding arm not even on his radar. He could feel a sharp sting lingering around in his side, glancing down to see red seeping through his dress shirt, he’d gotten lucky enough to only be grazed but that would only help them so much. The younger Haitani was spitting venom that couldn’t be heard over the continuous sound of fire bouncing off the walls, unable to heave himself to his feet which ultimately meant that he wouldn’t manage to make it out of the fray without support.
‘Damn pissants, fuck!’
His head was going a million miles a minute while he racked his brain on what they could do, they didn’t have the means to stand their ground, low on ammo, an injury that couldn’t be ignored nor overlooked and would only make more problems for them should they make attempts to take out the scum. Their only option was running but even that would be difficult considering that Rindou wouldn’t be able to do so on his own, Ran sure as shit wouldn’t leave his brother behind and if they were going to get the hell out of dodge, he’d have to cover long enough for the pair to make it back to the car. A limited number of bullets, no ideas on how many enemies had appeared, no clue if any of the ones they’d taken down had regained consciousness, no inclination to how many numbers he’d be stuck facing and if he ran out of bullets, they would certainly be in a rough spot. An inaudible giggle left his lips, leaning his head back against the wall.
‘Challenge accepted, pricks.’
He focused his gaze back to the pair, shots were still going strong and drowning out any chance of calling out to his companions, but it was almost as if they could tell he wanted to grab their attention, both heads turning in his direction. The younger’s face was filled with contempt towards the enemy, looking pissed to high heaven and the elder’s expression would’ve matched had he not been capable of holding composure in stressful situations, they were just as aware of how tough of a spot they were in right now. His hand rose, signaling to them that he’d cover for the time being, Ran nodding in understanding. Out of everything, covering for them wouldn’t be the hardest part, making it across the alleyway without being turned into Swiss cheese was and he’d essentially fucked himself, nothing on the other side of him except a dead end; he didn’t have anywhere to go except forward once his fellow executives made it to safety. Four minutes at most, if he could hold out that long without running out of ammo then the brothers will have made it to the car and then he could bolt, fire shots as needed and with a little luck, make it out of this mostly unscathed.
‘Tch, what a pain.’
Regardless of how much of a drag this was going to be, he didn’t have any other options, it was the only way all three of them were going to live to see the next day. Bonten’s number two gave one final nod, silently urging Ran to get a move on and sidestepped closer to the corner, waiting until the shots thinned out just enough before whipping his gun around, firing a few of his own off. Four minutes, he just had to make it four minutes, save at least five bullets for the dash across the alley and when he made it, take off full force to the car; they’d escape by the skin of their teeth, and he’d take out as many of these fools as possible. He was conscious of just how many times he squeezed the trigger, glancing every few seconds towards the other side of the alley to see just how much progress his companions continued making as the seconds ticked by, his piercing eyes narrowing when he noticed an enemy making attempts to go towards the alley in question, firing off a shot that dropped him like a fly. The short moment he was distracted bit him in the ass and he threw himself back around the corner, a slew of curses falling from his lips over the searing pain in his shoulder, red painting more of his dress shirt.
A breath of total frustration left him as he discarded the empty magazine, jamming his sole remaining clip into the gun and readied himself to return fire again, two more minutes, he just had to make it two more fucking minutes. Once they were out of this shitshow, he’d be gathering a shit ton of their people to annihilate these bastards, they wouldn’t be getting off easy, he’d torture them for weeks after what they’d pulled. He didn’t let himself hesitate, he could hear his pulse thumping in his ears and feel just how hard his heart was pounding from adrenaline as he whipped around the corner once again, returning fire with intent to drop as many enemies as possible. Thin them out, make it easier for himself for when it was time to fly like a bat out of hell, they’d regret crossing Bonten when this was all over, their betrayal wouldn’t be forgiven, and he’d make an example out of every damn one of them so no one would ever have the audacity to oppose them again. He wasn’t bothering to avoid fatal shots this time around, purposely aiming for skulls and organs with each squeeze of the trigger. Some of the trash they’d taken out at the beginning had regained consciousness and were firing back, all of whom had shit accuracy to begin with but there were already too many bullets flying, even with each body he dropped they didn’t seem to be thinning out which could only mean one thing, more were joining the shootout.
‘Shit.’
They were making attempts to back him into a corner and if they were doing so to him then there was just as high of a chance that they were already in route to pulling the same thing on the Haitani Brothers, if they hadn’t already; they’d meant to separate them and had succeeded. Four minutes he’d meant to be used for his companions to get to safety and instead, those four minutes had given the enemy the upper hand against them, if he didn’t go now then he was fucked. Seven shots left, no more clips, his other handgun in the glove compartment of the car, the odds were certainly against him, but Sanzu Haruchiyo wasn’t the type to just roll over when shit got hard, he may lose the battle, but he’d make damn sure he won the war. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t give his head time to come up with questionable scenarios and just went with it, abandoning the shootout and darting across the alley as fast as he could move. He didn’t stop nor did he slow down, not when he felt the air stir around him from bullets whizzing passed him, not when footsteps equivalent to a pack of elephants filled his ears, not even when he felt what was very clearly a bullet lodge into that same shoulder that had already been shot.
‘Fuck me!’
Faster and faster, he knew the path as they’d just come that way possibly fifteen minutes prior when they’d been chasing down the pricks, taking the turns without skepticism. His hand rose at the sight of an enemy coming out of one of the side alleys, firing off a single shot that hit him dead center. He wasn’t in a good spot; his adrenaline may have been climbing higher and higher but that wouldn’t do a damn thing for him when he ran out of ammo. A shot fired off from some distance behind him, a sharp hiss leaving him when the bullet grazed his leg but still, he didn’t stop, he was almost there, and they could get the fuck out of-
‘Fucking shit!’
Sanzu nearly lost his balance when the car came into view along with fifteen men that were very clearly enemies, the brothers nowhere in sight and if he hadn’t been in a tough spot before, he certainly was in one now. He made to duck into a side alley to avoid the bastards, a slew of curses falling from his lips when another shot rang out, pain in his thigh that was nothing like the last several times he’d been grazed or shot.
‘Damn it!’
A bullet may not have lodged itself into his leg that time and as great as that could’ve been, his phone taking the hit was the worst thing that could’ve happened, communications were down now, he wouldn’t be able to get in contact with anyone until well after he ditched these assholes. No backup, six bullets left, more enemies than he could fathom, no transportation, no ideas about Ran and Rindou’s current state.
‘Fuck!’
Fuck was right, he was fucked and unless he could ditch these losers, he’d be even worse off than he was right now because there was zero chance that he’d been shown any mercy. He had to come up with something, his stamina would eventually crash, adrenaline couldn’t keep him going forever, and if he was going to get out of this alive then-
Sanzu was almost knocked clear off his feet when he felt a bullet lodge itself into his chest and didn’t have to guess to know that it hadn’t come out the other side, it was fucking stuck, just like the one in his shoulder and had it been any further to the right then it would’ve hit-
Another hit, hardly any of these shots were clean and the next bullet had made a home in his shoulder blade.
‘Damn it, I’ll skin every one of these fuckers alive.’
If he made it out of this alive, he’d definitely make it happen, but he wasn’t naïve, things weren’t looking good for him.