My Dangerous Boy's

Part 13 - Leader of the Mafia

A fishy smell combined with the smell of iron filled one room. Dark and smelly, coloring how things are in the room.

It was night, making the moonlight enter the sidelines of the already dusty curtain. The lights installed there have long been damaged and have not been replaced until now. Therefore, the moonlight is the only lighting in the dirty room.

The cold wind blew slowly, cooling every corner of the plot. The dust became falling, following the rhythm of the wind slowly.

Suddenly, the sound of someone's moaning rang out, accompanied by the sound of the chirping of moving chains. The woody floor rattled following his movements, as if the room was about to collapse in an instant.

Sometimes, the man's hand tries to open the chain that binds him, but the result is still nil. His entire body trembled as he felt his skin coming into contact with the cold wind that was pounding.

His face looked bad, with eyes that were swollen from the blow a while ago. Fresh viscous blood seemed to fill the place where he was tormented earlier.

The man again hissed in pain as the wounds that had been imprinted on his skin rubbed against the iron chains. His bones felt like they would slip out of place if he moved even more.

He has resigned.

The sound of footsteps rang out outside as the man was about to close his eyes. His face instantly turned pale, while his body was wary of it.

Crutches.....

Shortly after, the sound of a row of open doors filled his hearing. The footsteps entered the room quietly, then closed the door again.

He blinked his eyes several times to focus his gaze in the darkness. That pale face of his looked puzzled as he looked at some moving black shadows.

In the next second, the gaze of his eyes spontaneously turned into a look of fear. It turned out that only a few meters away from him, a man in black clothes and some of his men were walking towards him.

"Are you done contemplating your fate?" asked the man in the suit accompanied by a grin that was clearly imprinted on his face. His footsteps stopped exactly 1 meter in front of the man.

Brown-eyed, black-haired, and sharp eyes made anyone would know who he was.

He was..... Zaviers. A mafia leader who knows no mercy and compassion for his enemies. Finding a problem is like giving up your life for free.

Zavier, a name so well known on the black market. There had never been another member of the mafia who was able to compete with him. His power, his cruelty, made the man so famous in his circles.

Zavier then crouched down and tilted his face, staring at the gnawed, almost battered man. "You're wasting too much of my precious time. Why aren't all people like you willing to shorten the time and say everything clearly? Really fucking. Do you have any extra time to play?"

Zavier stood up, then quickly floated his right leg towards the man's shins.

"Just say it or I will beat you up again?" he says flat.

The man grimaced in pain and was helpless beneath him. He nodded slowly, marking that he had given up. "I'll tell you."

A deathly smile then expanded on Zavier's face, creating an increasingly gripping aura around him. "Well, I'll give you a minute to explain everything."

The man sighed softly, before finally starting to speak. His eyes looked bright, recalling all the new events he had been through. "Someone forced me to do that. And if I refuse his orders, then he will kill my family" he said truthfully while enduring the pain of the wound on the corner of his lips.

Sontak Zavier raised his eyebrows, not understanding the confession of his enemy. "Whatchu mean? Don't joke or I'll beat you up again?"

Shaking softly, the man looked at Zavier wistfully. He asked for forgiveness from the cold face.

Zavier's jaw hardened, while his eyes continued to stare coldly at this bearded man in front of him. Judging from the look on his face, it seemed that the man was not lying. "Speak the features of the man's face."

The man seemed to close his eyes, trying to re-imagine the vague face he had met. "I don't know for sure because that guy was wearing a mask. But in my opinion, there was a mark clearly imprinted on his neck. Maybe it's like someone's birthmark."

Hearing that, Zavier's forehead shriveled strangely. Who wants to beat him again? Indeed, he had a lot of enemies in his world, but he did not know the person he said earlier.

Zavier flicked his hand, telling his men to carry out his orders immediately. "Finish him."

****

A man was grinning behind his desk. The laptop in front of his desk opens, showing a woman's bioadata.

The wall clock had shown at 12 pm, but there were still no signs of sleepiness on his face. Instead, he felt happy because he had known the identity of the woman.

He never thought this would happen. Whether this was just a coincidence or not, it was certain that his heart was blooming and flowering now.

The man then sipped his cold coffee softly with his eyes still concentrating on gazing towards the glowing object. Her favorite bitter liquid instantly refreshed her entire thirst after hours of sitting sweetly at her desk.

Let's see.

Zavier put his coffee mug on the table and took his cell phone, then dialed someone's phone. He did not care if the person on the other side would abuse him for disturbing his sleep.

God, he's so impatient to face tomorrow.

****

*The next day...

08:30 AM*

Shella stared at the woman sitting opposite her. His best friend was seen constantly gossiping about a janitor who just worked here and he thought he was very handsome.

How laughable.

He wanted to lock his mouth tightly so that she would not talk about men anymore. Or not, he would definitely die of boredom here.

Shella turned her gaze and stared nonchalantly at the plate containing her favorite fried rice. He saw only a few spoons before he decided to stop eating. How not, the voices of his best friend continued to race into his ears that already felt very hot.

Can the woman stop now?

Even in every moment, every hour, every day, every month until every year, Shella had to be patient hearing all the insignificant conversations of the curly haired woman. All of that is never far from the word 'male' or 'man', which makes Shella must be half-dead in the face of his chatty level.

"Seriously, can you stop it now?" Shella cut quickly the words of her best friend, which made the woman immediately snickered dislike. The eyes that had been sparkling and seriously glaring then stopped and turned into irritated eyes.

"Shella, I'm sure you'll fall into that guy's charm once you see him. Although he was just a janitor, at least his handsome face was highly contested by many women. And forget about the ******* that Aron," Christina's long nagging.

Shella took a deep breath, then glanced at the woman who had the hottie as her best friend. "Okay, I heard you. But can you please stop talking about that? I am not interested in what you are talking about, please."

Christina rolled her eyeballs, then turned her gaze the other way. But shortly after, Christina instead cheered when she saw the figure she was talking about earlier appear in front of the canteen. "Jeez, that guy was there!" his screams, made several pairs of eyes turn towards him.

Oh my God, this woman is crazy, Shella thought.

The girl finally decided to turn her head, following Christina's astonished look.

How handsome is that man to the point of almost making all the women in his college drop into his charm?

His eyes met a look at the figure of the man who stood upright. After a few seconds, she stared in disbelief in that direction. Instead of being amazed, his red lips opened with large rounded eyes when he saw the figure of the man. The blood on his body seemed to stop instantly, agape with the sight before him.

What surprise is this?

April 30th, 2020