Dipper pov:
I cant tell Bill about this, can I?
I look down at my bloody hands, then the lifeless body on the ground. I had slit his throat, It wasn't my first kill and won't be my last. I, Dipper Pines, run a mafia.
As I enter my office my guards drop our traitor on the ground in front of my feet. I chuckled and lift him up by his chin, He snarls and spits on my shoes.
"By God, your just like a filthy, hungry dog," I said tossing his face down. "And hungry dogs are never loyal, are they?" I signaled to take him away.
My loyal dogs will tear him to shreds as soon as I say they can.