Mistakenly Forgotten

2. Lucas Santiago

Hitting the bronze tray on the ground with his foot, he caught it, as it flew up in the air.

He smirked making a run towards the deranged gunmen and sent the tray flying down towards one of the men, who was rushing at him first, slitting his throat open. He bent down, making another man stumble over him. He pulled out two .45 mm pistols out of his ankle holsters and sent bullets flying across the entire casino making many men hold down their fire and flip tables to create a shield.

The entire casino went in a state of frenzy as women yelled, running out of the casino as all the gunmen turned towards the lord of death, who seemed to have a death wish. Standing all alone, against an army of armed men that definitely outnumbered him but he bravely and relentlessly ran wildly across the casino, sending bullets throughout the rush of his enemies.

He wasn’t some lunatic as some would doubt him to be; he was Lucas Santiago. The thirty-four years old, hot shot, valorous mafia lord of world’s largest money laundering mafia, that knew of only two things in his life. Guns and Women. And also… alcohol and his business. So basically, four things.

He filtered his bullets through the approaching men and once he was left out of bullets, he cursed out loud, pulling his guns towards him, “Seriously?” he yelled at the pistols, “You have to give up on me, right now?”

“Maybe, you have to fill them up for them to work?” a taunting gunman smirked at him, pulling his machine gun towards his chest, smirking at Lucas.

He rolled his eyes, “You really underestimate my babies.” He smirked and launched at the man, hitting the butt of the pistol right over the bald head, making the gunman stumble down.

As other gunmen sprinted towards him, he pulled the unconscious man’s machine gun and sent bullets flying at every man approaching him, making people scream while the Yakuza lord’s gunmen flipped the roulette table, as they pulled the blond and Ariana along them behind the table.

Sensing the opportunity of haphazardness around the room, Vincent smirked and jumped across the bar counter, pulling out his pistols from his ankle holsters and hitting the large gunman over his head, who stood in front of Vincent, with his back facing him. He didn’t bulge, instead turned around and gave Vincent a dreading look. He simply shrugged and sent a bullet right through his head, sending him stumbling down on the ground. The same woman, who was flashing him earlier, inhaled provocatively while he ignored her and rushed ahead.

Lucas screaming with excitement like a lunatic, “Wohooo!” as he shredded bullets after bullets through the Brazilian and Yakuza gunmen.

“Who the f**k invited the Brazilians?” he yelled over the earpiece.

Brian who was still in the surveillance room, looked around different cameras, “They were going to have a major transaction deal! Duh! Remember?” he sassed.

“Oh! I thought we were having a private rave party with the Yakuzas!” Lucas sarcastically rolled back. “Where is the Brazilian broker?” Lucas asked.

“I think, I just killed him!” Vincent bit his tongue, checking over the giant-man’s ID, that he just killed and searched his pockets and found the small electronic device. “And I also found the device.”

“Great! Take it to Brian and begin the transaction. Make sure by the time I am done with these sushis, you have the money.” Lucas said.

“Jesus! That is racist.” Vincent chuckled, making his way out of the casino, towards the surveillance room.

Lucas busied himself, hitting his empty gun over another man’s head and grabbing his neck and taking off his MK5. “Jesus! Who did these guys rob? The sea army?” he yelled checking out the mechanized guns, the gang had.

“How did you know?” the guy whom Lucas had his arm around, asked.

“Oh Jesus!” Lucas hit the gun over his head again with one final blow, “What is wrong with you people. You don’t rob the navy! They haven’t seen their families in years and you f*****g pirated their asses.”

He yelled in an annoyed tone as he fired blazes of bullets through the incoming gunmen. A huge fire of bullets opened from above and Lucas realized there were more of them that were shooting through the balcony section, from the floor above.

He groaned “Eat a d**k balcony views”, pulling himself behind a flipped table for cover. He bumped right into two woman who held her their hands over their chest with dresses that flowed perfectly over their body.

“Oh, hey ladies!” Lucas smirked, picking out a half empty bottle of bourbon and two tequilas and gulping it all down at once, “Not a good combination.” He cringed to the taste in his mouth, “But liquor!” he shrugged and looked at the two women. “So, what do you say?” he asked casually, while reloading his gun, putting it aside and pulling out a pocket knife making the two women gasp.

He smirked with a chuckle, “Oh ladies, no!” he gave them his notorious look, running his hand over one’s ankle, “This… is for this.” With said that he ripped the knife through the hem of her dress and picked out a large piece of cloth, cutting it into three pieces, he stuffed the three bottles each with the cloth hanging out of it and pulled out his pocket lighter that was a small silver box with an engraved design of swirling snake. Liting the cloth inside the bottles on fire, he got up, out of his cover under the table and threw it at different direction over the top floor.

“Eat a d**k!” he yelled with a snorting laugh and blazed guns over the top floor while the bottles he threw hit perfectly at three different spots and blasts erupted through the upper floor. He smirked and bent down towards the two ladies, “So, what do you say? We… “

His words trailed off while Ariana’s loud scream, chimed through the whole now silent casino, “A little help you s**t bag!”

Lucas growled and rolled his eyes, “Can’t a man get laid?” he yelled back and looked at the two woman who were definitely on hots and opened their legs in front of Lucas, flashing their no panties on, look. His eyes grew dark, while his pants tighten.

But Ariana yelled again, “You d**k-sack!”

Lucas growled and leaned ahead, “Give me five ladies.” He winked and grabbed his gun machine, walking towards the roulette table, behind which the two Yakuza gunmen and the lord stood, holding the mouthy blond and Ariana hostage.

“I should’ve known that this is all your hoax!” the Yakuza lord spoke up.

One his joker looking gunman stepped ahead, while Lucas simply blasted a thick bullet through his head making his blood splash all over the place.

“Yet you still had the audacity to betray me Yen!” Lucas face now carried a dark look, that was filled with vengeance, that showed he was in no mood to play around and was there to kill.

Ariana’s gaze went towards the other gunman who stood guarding his boss. She elbowed right through his abdomen and he stumbled down, with one hit to his face he went unconscious on the ground.

“Seriously? The mouthy blond asked, “I thought he must at least know some kung-Fu.” She complained.

“Yeah! Even I thought so!” Ariana shrugged.

“Yeah, even me. I thought he was dangerous or s**t. Well that’s just embarrassing on your behalf Yen.” Lucas stated sarcastically and turned towards the Yen, holding his gun and walking up to him.

He yelled onto the earpiece while Ariana rushed towards the blond, “Eve, you alright?” he asked with a soft kiss on her lips, while she simply shrugged, with a low growl.

“I could really use some food though.”

“I thought that the Yakuzas were all about honor and s**t!” Lucas smirked, holding his gun against Yen’s chest who stood proudly against him. “Yet, you betrayed me Yen. You stole my money and didn’t give me the stupid f*****g technology that you promised and which I highly doubt you might have, given to your poor use of phones to transact money. And now you were going to rip these asses of Brazilians.”

“I don’t work with the Yakuzas anymore.” Yen smirked back.

“Eh, well, I pretty much figured it out given to your shitty defiance of betraying me and your cheap, ass face, no kung-Fu knowing bodyguards.”

With that Lucas filled his brain directly with the bullets of the gun and threw it on spot.

“Vincent, is the transaction complete?” he asked, throwing down his machine gun and walking towards the table, where the panty-less woman, he left.

“Almost there!” Vincent told him, while Brian worked on the computer and slurped on his smoothie.

“What?” Lucas asked in surprise, “It should’ve been done by now! Do you have any idea how many Yakuzas have I killed, while you couldn’t get one stupid transaction completed?”

“It could’ve been done. Don’t yell at me. Someone couldn’t hold their f*****g smoothie in their bladder.” Vincent yelled looking at Brian who sat on his laptop, attached with the device Vincent retrieved earlier.

“Hey!” Brian yelled at him, “I don’t work without smoothies.” He typed on the laptop and slurped another one making Vincent growl in annoyance.

Ariana watched Lucas walking away and growled in anger, “Where the f**k do, you think, you are going now?”

He shrugged, “Somewhere more exciting.”

Lucas walked behind the table but only to be met by an extremely furious tall man, instead of the sexy brunettes, he left there.

He growled, immediately recognizing the man, who was Antonio, the Brazilian lord, who was going to get the deal done with the Yakuzas. Lucas and his gang wasn’t informed by his presence. They only knew that some Brazilian dealer that Vincent killed earlier, would be present.

“What the…” Lucas growled only to be punched out from behind the table.

Antonio stood tall in all of his half-burnt suit, a scornful patch of bleeding line down his forehead evident, while his beard covered face held an antagonizing look. It was pretty obvious that he was among those in the balcony above, where Lucas had blasted the empty liquor bottles.

It took Lucas a minute to gather his senses from the impact of the punch.

“I guess this is exciting.” Ariana and Eve smirked, crossing their hands over their chests.

“f**k!” he spit out some blood and smirked looking at Antonio. He ran a hand through his nose and felt blood, sensing his face had been bruised pretty badly by now.

He flipped over his legs and stood straight up, crackling his bone and fisting his hands in front of him, ready for combat.

“You ruined my f*****g deal!” Antonio walked, scrunching pieces of glass underneath his feet.

“Ruined? If anything, I saved your ass from getting ripped.” Lucas argued dodging Antonio’s hit and cracking his elbow right into Antonio’s nape but he remained unharmed and swiveled a punch through Lucas’s ribs.

He groaned stumbling down, “This is not how you say thank you!” He complained, grabbing his broken ribs, “At least not in Spanish.”

Antonio grabbed onto Lucas’s leg and pulled him up, while he impacted his other leg right onto Antonio’s face, making him stumble back holding his face. Lucas flipped straight up and stood again.

He looked at Ariana and Eve, who stood straight and watched the entire scene with amusement.

“Pass me the f*****g gun.” He yelled at the two.

Eve picked up the gun and was about to but Ariana stopped her, “How about no?”

“What?” Lucas yelled in confusion while he looked ahead and saw Antonio who was throwing a large wooden table at him. He screamed and dodged it, “Why the hell not?” he yelled ta Ariana, while even Eve stood confused.

“Yes, why not?” she questioned Ariana.

“Oh, I don’t know. How about when we were risking our lives down here in front of the Yakuzas you were f*****g some Polynesian w***e?”

Lucas rolled his eye and dodge another chair hit by Antonio, “Oh come on! It was a b*****b” he complained running across the casino and dodging Antonio’s hit. “Which by the way, wasn’t a success.”

“Now why the hell are you furious?” Lucas yelled at Antonio. He knew he was no match to Antonio’s combat so he was doing the obvious, exhausting him.

“Because you robbed my money and tried getting a b*****b from my wife.” He yelled at Lucas, throwing a bottle lit with fire.

“Oh!” the entire gang coed.

“s**t! I shouldn’t have believed her when she said it was her grandma’s deathbed gift to give a b*****b to some Spanish dude.” Lucas repented and hid himself behind another table, while Antonio growled in anger and threw an entire slot machine at him, which only reached the table barely, shaking Lucas’s shield a bit.

Snickering a little, he yelled back, “The Yakuzas or whoever that old crazy old Japanese was, owed me four million.”

“You robbed my fifteen million!” with that Antonio picked up one of his man’s gun and checked if it was loaded and sent holes of bullets across Lucas’s shield.

“Just give me the f*****g gun!” Lucas, rolled and yelled at Ariana and turned to look at a furious Antonio, “And would you stop being such a d**k about your f*****g money!”

“We’ve got it!” Vincent yelled entering inside, flashing the device in his hand.

Antonio gave him a hateful gaze and opened fire at him and Brian.

Both, Brian and Vincent screamed in a high-pitch tone and hid themselves behind the wall next to the doorway.

“What the f**k?” Brian yelled, slurping on his smoothie.

“What the hell is happening inside?” Vincent yelled over earpiece.

Ariana shrugged, leaning against the table, where Eve sat with a bored expression.

“He needs to own up to his mistakes.” She argued.

“Oh, come on!” the three men yelled in unison.

“Yeah, why though?” Ever shrugged, having zero idea about Ariana’s anger. Being the mouthy dumb blond as ever.

“I mean fine, I admit while you guys were…” Lucas dodged Antonio again and continued arguing, “…surveilling down here, getting my c**k sucked, was a d**k move.”

“Oh, by the way hot stuff dude.” Vincent yelled.

“You guys caught the tape?” Lucas asked excitedly, while Brian agreed. “Wohoo!” Lucas yelled with excitement and jumped through the casino and finally reached Ariana and Eve.

“You are a dickhole!” Ariana scrutinized and passed him the gun.

He finally turned towards Antonio who stood in utter shock, seeing Lucas now holding a gun.

“I could’ve gotten laid by now.”

With that, Lucas yelled out loud and pierced Antonio’s body with bullets, until he was left with no bullet inside his gun.

Once done, he watched as Antonio bent down on his knees, finally hitting the ground lifeless.

Everything went silent, until Lucas lifted his hands up in the air and yelled;

“Wohoo! Eat d**k casino fights!”

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