The Bratva's Obsession

FILI DISTRICT, MOSCOW IN RUSSIA–7 PM*

"I shouldn't be here."

That was the only thought bouncing back and forth in Tessa's mind as she came out of the bus, stepping on snow right in front of the ruthless Ivanov clan.

It's a silent January night, but the silence is damn foreboding in this part of the city, and snowflakes are making a whimsical show as they pour from the dark sky.

She adjusted the duffel bag sling on her shoulder, swallowing hard as she checked herself out.

She's wearing black jean pants and a button-down shirt, and there's no bulge of breasts on her chest. Her hair is short and trimmed, and she's wearing male boots too.

Anyone will think she's a boy right now, and that's her main goal.

She's gonna live as a boy in here, in this devilish clan.

Her name is Tessa Moretti, but the moment she steps into the gate, she'll be Micah Alvarez.

She took another look at the gate and gulped again.

The gate is imposing, 12-foot high, crafted from clad iron and adorned with the clan's insignia.

The statue of a large viper snake swallowing a rat stood in front of the gate, looking sinister.

She's not sure of what to expect inside, but the fact that it's already giving her chills without entering is scary.

Any normal human being will go back, but she's far from normal.

She has witnessed so much gore and horror in her life that she's ready for whatever is coming.

She took six firm steps to the smaller gate, and she brought out her phone which had the QR code she received yesterday.

She scanned it on the gate screen, and the small gate opened almost immediately.

She stepped in, meeting herself in the middle of several guys who were obviously here to become a part of the clan like her.

They're all huge and tattooed, but some have small builds like her too.

That didn't change the fact that she looks the most fragile of all of them, and she hates it.

Some of the guys gave her strange looks, and she knew what they were thinking immediately.

Probably wondering what a feminine boy is doing in a mafia compound.

'Well... well... I'm a girl'

She didn't say that out loud though.

She continued looking around since none of the guys were ready to start a conversation with her.

"Form a straight line!" an order came from a wired loud megaphone.

Though no one saw who made the order, they all complied and started struggling to get in line.

During the rush, one of the guys pushed Tessa, and she wasn't warned before she fell on the ground.

She sprang up and pulled the guy back, her eyes flashing anger.

"You pushed me, dumbass!" she glared, and the rude-looking guy scoffed, brushing her off.

"So what? Little man" he said.

The rest of the guys began laughing in mockery.

Tessa's short temper took over immediately, and she sent her right fist to his face, punching him hard.

Her knuckle ring left a cut on the bastard's face, and the laughter from others stopped as his eyes widened.

He obviously wasn't expecting it.

"You little...

He was about to come closer when another order came from the megaphone.

"Move!"

The others started moving, maintaining the straight line.

"I hope we both get accepted, I'll kill you," the guy told Tessa with a malicious snarl before going to join the line.

"Sick fucker" Tessa replied with a piercing glare from her blue eyes as she joined the line too.

She's the last in line, so she just moved with their flow as the line moved.

The clan is vast, and the compound is like a heated volcano.

Orange-coloured lights cast a mystical glow on the walls, weaving the shadows of the thugs and mobsters across the property.

Hefty guards are patrolling the perimeter too, their figures threatening.

Tessa could already see mobsters strolling everywhere, all looking wild and different from the guys she encountered in the outside world.

Almost every guy is huge with bulging muscles and tattoos... Even the girls are tattooed and tall.

Yeah...there are girls in the clan too, but they stopped initiating girls two years ago for unknown reasons, and that's why she had to disguise herself as a boy.

There are several buildings, suites, annexes, and residential wings in the compound, spreading to the end where there's a forest.

The other newbies who are in line with her are busy chatting about what life in here would look like, and some are already eyeing the girls.

Tessa just clamped her mouth shut, expecting they get to their destination as she walked on the snowy ground.

The weather is so cold, and she's starting to freeze, so she hugged herself, sniffling.

A Chevrolet suddenly drove past their line like a thunderclap, leaving scorching tyre tracks on the snow.

The car screeched to a halt in a park not far from them, and the back door opened.

A guy stepped out of it.

No... a robot will fit him better cos he looks inhumane and so fuçking statuesque. His face is a mask of stone, eyes empty of emotion.

Tessa felt his halo even from her spot.

Ranging from his arctic eyes, dark sprawled hair, buff tattooed body which is definitely friendly with the gym, straight legs, stiff shoulders, and unfeeling essence.

He's as cold as winter, and there's a small scar on his chin, but that only adds to his handsomeness.

He's devilishly attractive, not that she cares.

There's a cross necklace dangling from his neck, and his face is eerily calm.

He looks almost...dead.

Two girls came down from the car too, and is it possible to like girls like you at first sight? Cos Tessa liked them immediately.

They're wearing the same thing completely.

Leather trousers, leather crop tops showing off their belly buttons, leather hats, and black shoes.

They look like twin warriors, but it's obvious they're not twins, maybe besties.

Their faces and hands are stained with blood, and Tessa knew immediately that they were just coming from a mission.

They bowed to the guy before leaving, and when the guy made to leave too, his eyes met Tessa's.

Any normal person would look away from those eyes, but once again, Tessa is far from normal.

She kept up with the stare, and she clearly saw a smirk lift the corner of his lips, but before she could figure out what it meant, his hand flew forward, and he threw a blade towards her.

Her eyes widened, and he moved backwards quickly, but not quickly enough cos the blade gave her a slight cut on the right cheek before flying to the wall, getting stuck there.

She gasped, touching her cheek as a small blood trickled out, staining her fingers.

She looked back in his direction, but he was already gone.

She wiped the blood with her shirt and gritted her teeth.

Is it possible to hate someone to death at first sight? It's happening to her right now.

Who does he think he is?

"Stop!" the voice came from the megaphone again, and they all came to a stop in front of a small building.

"I think we have to wait for more instructions here," one of the guys said, and the line scattered as some sat on the ground to rest.

The guy from before came back immediately...the one punched by Tessa.

He grabbed her by the collar, making her duffel bag slip from her shoulder to the pavement with a thud.

"You're dead! Bastard!" he seethed venomously.

"Same to you!" Tessa grabbed his collar too.

The others gathered around, ready to watch the impending fight.

HOUSE OF IVANOVS*

It's the biggest building in the clan, and every damn rule comes from here.

Every meeting about the Bratva or the family happens here too, and right now, one of those meetings is starting in three minutes.

Inside the house, Yulia and Sergei are already seated, waiting for the children's arrival. It's a family meeting this time.

Yulia wore a lace-trimmed dress which echoed Russian heritage, and her hands were gloved to the elbows.

Her short hair is permed, and her stoic face commands attention.

Sergei is beside her, his tailored tux matching his fit body. He looks older but still fit.

His face is a map of hardening experience, his jaw set in line.

They're both in their fifties.

Three minutes later, Mira came in, the first child.

She's always the first to arrive.

There's a knife with her which she's checking out with a sadistic smile__She has a frenzied obsession with knives actually.

She settled in front of the parents, no words spoken as she rested back.

Almost immediately, Dante came in... the second child.

"Why the fûck is Enzo not here yet? He came back from the mission already" he said with a glare as he settled beside Mira.

"Are you disappointed that he's not here to pick a fight with?" Mira replied without looking at him.

"Shut up, Mira" Dante replied, and Mira's knife found its way to the middle of his legs.

"The fûck!" he grabbed her hand, but Mira kept it there tightly, pressing the knife down.

"Know your damn place, else... I'll cut it and make it into skewers" she smiled threateningly at him.

The parents just looked on, not adding a word.

Bianca came in next, the last child.

She's wearing a bikini, wet from the pool water, and she's holding an arrow and a bow.

"I was practicing at the pool when I remembered the meeting. No one should talk about my appearance" she said, taking her seat too.

"Pretty sure someone with a worse appearance is on his way" Dante replied gruffly, and as if to confirm his words, Sin came in... the fourth child.

He's totally naked!

NAKED!

His huge standing dîck danced wildly in front of him as he strode with a grin, his right arm covered completely with dark tattoos.

"Was on top of a bîtch when I remembered the meeting. It was too late to wear anything" he chuckled, sitting beside Bianca.

No one replied.

It's not his first time walking around naked as if he's crazy in the head.

They waited five more minutes, but Enzo never came.

"As usual, he'll keep us waiting for one hour? Enzo is mad" Sin said, and Dante sprang up, bolting out of the house.

CLAN FOREST*

In the forest at the end of the clan compound, there's a low mountain, and on the mountain, there's a black manor.

The manor is Enzo's home, he loves his privacy that way.

Dante climbed up the mountain in a fit of rage, anger radiating off him till he got to the manor.

He was about to break the door down with his gun when he remembered it's not penetrable, so he switched to kicking.

He kicked it hard, and the walls shook with the violence.

"Enzo!!!" he yelled, but only the echo of his own voice came back, so he kicked again, more aggressively this time.

He continued the kicks till he got tired of it, so he went back down the mountain.

He came back minutes later with a keg of gasoline and matches.

He wet the door and windows with the gasoline and was about to light the matches on it...

"That'll be fun to watch" Enzo's chilly voice finally spoke, and he turned swiftly to see him standing beside a huge stone, not far from the manor.

He has been watching him since the beginning, enjoying Dante's madness.

Dante dropped the unlit matches and walked fast to him.

He threw him a punch, and Enzo could have clearly avoided it, but he chose not to.

He smiled devilishly immediately the punch met his face, but then he returned it sharply.

The force of his punch sent Dante to the ground with a bruise, and he smirked.

It's a known fact to every living and nonliving thing in the clan that Enzo is stronger than any fuçking body, but Dante is not ready for that conversation.

The fact that he's older than Enzo makes him always want to boss, but Enzo is not to be bossed.

Before Dante could stand, Enzo was already going down the mountain.

Dante stood, grinding his teeth as his anger got refined.

He wants to kill Enzo right now.

He always wants to.

BACK IN THE SMALL BUILDING*

"Usman!"

"Micah!"

"Usman!"

"Micah!"

The other newbies are currently chanting relentlessly as Tessa and the guy roll each other on the ground, taking turns to give blows to each other.

Turns out his name is Usman, and he has lots of fans in the new gang.

He's obviously having the upper hand, and his punches are heavier, but Tessa is not one to give up.

She kept up the fight, her face bloody already, till the two girls from earlier showed up.

The twin warriors.

"The last to get up gets punished," one of them said as they entered the circle.

Tessa quickly sprang up, and Usman stood last, both breathing raggedly and bleeding.

"Impressive... I love tough mobsters," the second girl smiled, taking a good look at the two of them as the rest stepped back.

"I'm Bullet," the first one said.

"And I'm Blaze," the second one said, both looking blunt.

"You're Micah Alvarez," Bullet said, facing Tessa.

"Yes," Tessa replied, and Bullet smiled shortly, taking another look at her before joining Blaze.

"The trial is tomorrow morning. The clan will decide the ones who'll be staying among y'all after taking the physical tests. Till tomorrow, you'll be given rooms to stay," Blaze said.

Ten minutes later, they were already getting shuffled into different rooms around the residential wings.

Tessa got a big room down the third wing, and immediately she dropped her duffel bag on the bed, and she saw two other beds.

Meaning she has roommates??

She momentarily froze.

Her roommates will be guys. How's she gonna continue keeping her real gender from them?

She hasn't really thought about this.

But then... they'll only become her real roommates if she passes the physical trials tomorrow, right?

But one thing is for sure, she has to pass... She needs to join this clan.

She needs to train and get stronger.

She needs to.

She gathered a thick hoodie from her duffel, plus black jeans, then she entered the clean bathroom.

She made sure to lock the door before undressing.

She took off her shirt and jeans, pulling down her male boxers. Then she unwrapped the bandage on her chest, freeing her boóbs.

Her boóbs aren't big-she has the smallest size, so that's a bonus.

She turned on the warm button in the shower before getting under it, letting the warm water wash away her cold, and at the same time, her mind went to how she got here.

FLASHBACK TO TWO DAYS AGO, COLORADO IN USA-ADX PRISON*

Only the sound of Tessa's harsh breaths could be heard in the small solitary cell as she did press-ups, counting and sweating like a pig.

Her limbs are already shaking, but she didn't give up or hesitate as she did another one.

"Sixty-two!" she grunted, saliva falling from her weak mouth.

Her gorgeous golden hair is all tangled, but she managed to pull it into a low messy ponytail, and lots of strands are stuck on her nape.

Her sweat is dropping below her face, and it's forming a puddle already as she tries to do another press.

"Sixty-thr...

She couldn't finish when a cop showed up at the door.

"Inmate number 30?" he said, his eyes devoid.

Tessa fell on her face before rising to her feet, breathing hard.

Ten minutes later, she had already changed from the inmate uniform, back to the clothes she had here when she was arrested five years ago.

That's right... she has spent five years here for a crime she didn't commit. She was 20 when she got jailed, and now she's 25.

She was wondering what was going on as she walked beside the cop till they got to the main office.

"What's going on?" she questioned.

"Your release has been ordered by the federal," the cop told her, and she frowned, looking more confused.

"Why?"

"Evidence showed that you're not really the murderer of your parents. Tessa Moretti, you're free to go," the detective told her, and tears fell from her red eyes.

Hot, piping one.

She has nothing to say.

What would she probably say?

Five years ago when she was arrested, all evidence pointed at her and there was no escape.

But now, after spending five years in here, they suddenly found out she's innocent?

As she walked out of the prison building, she was crying, and as expected, no one was waiting to receive her.

She wiped her tears, and thanks to the money her senior sister sends to her monthly from jail, she was able to ride a taxi home.

The house changed a lot, and time took its toll on the walls.

Her once happy home.

The paint is faded and scratched. Even the roof is rusty, and the doors.

It's like a ghost house.

As she pushed the door open, she let out her tears again because the inside is a greater mess.

The roof is leaking already. Rain washed away the flooring and a lot of properties.

She immediately had a vivid remembrance of that fateful day when her parents died in cold blood, and she could see their helpless corpses lying on the ground after they vomited their intestines.

She covered her mouth to muffle her loud cries.

She had to run out of the house so she wouldn't break down, and she was panting tearfully as she rested her palms on her knees.

"Yo! Isn't it the bîtch who killed her parents for money?" a guy passing by mocked, and she stood straight, balling her palms.

"Hey, cool down! Don't murder me too! By the way, you killed that outfit!" he laughed in pure mockery, going out of sight.

Tessa was about to rush down the dilapidated stairs when she saw a letter hanging by a crack on the wall.

She took it and opened it with shaky fingers.

It's from Racheal, her big sis:

I've been in Russia for three years now, at the brutal Ivanov clan to get stronger. If you see this when you get out, then you might wanna come join me. We have to punish the bastard who framed you for our parents' murder. The clan stopped taking females though, so you'll have to live as a boy if you're coming. I bought you a new identity as Micah Alvarez, get the details from the cyber man on Third Street. He'll get you the invite and the QR code, too. See you soon, Teschka.

A sad smile painted Tessa's lips, but at least... there's hope.

Everyone sees her as a murderer here even after she has been found innocent, but she'd start all over as a man in Russia, and she'd get stronger.

She'll reunite with her sister, too.

"I'll go. I'll definitely go," she muttered.

PRESENT TIME*★

Tessa opened her eyes under the shower, cutting off the flashback and rubbing her face, but she cringed in pain because of the bruises caused by Usman's punches.

"That bastard," she muttered, but then it's not only him.

She also has a cut on her cheek caused by the second bastard who threw a blade at her.

She doesn't give a fûck who he is; she's winding him back the next time they meet.

A knock sounded at the door, and she jumped.

Her roommates?

She cleared her throat before speaking in her fake male voice...

"Who's... there?"

"It's Racheal," a low voice replied, and her eyes widened.

She quickly wrapped a towel around her body and went to open the door.

Racheal's blue eyes came into view, and she quickly came in, locking the door before hugging Tessa so tight, stroking her trimmed hair.

"Teschka," Racheal sobbed emotionally.

"Racheal," Tessa sobbed too, hugging her back.

They didn't break the hug for more than three minutes, and when they broke it, they smiled. Their smiles radiated from their matching blue eyes.

"Do I look like a boy enough?" Tessa asked.

"Trust me, you do. You're a pretty boy," Racheal smiled, palming her face.

"Now that you're here, you must pass the physical trials tomorrow," she said.

"I will, but what happens to those who won't pass it?" Tessa asked.

"Their memories of what they saw in this clan will be wiped, and they'd be thrown out, so you have to pass," Racheal replied, and Tessa nodded.

"We have to behave like strangers publicly, right?"

"Yeah. No one must find out we're siblings. Everyone here knows my only sibling is still in jail and she's a girl. They must not find out it's you, and no one must find out you're a female. They're madly suspicious and watchful here," Racheal said sternly, her eyes turning frigid.

"What happens if they find out I'm a female? If they find out we deceived them and I'm your sister?" Tessa asked in a low voice.

Racheal's lips pressed before she spoke up...

"You'll be killed, by me. I'll be ordered to kill you."

Tessa went cold, choking on her own saliva.

"You'll be killed, by me. I'll be ordered to kill you"

Tessa went cold, choking on her saliva.

"Hey hey! Micah!" Racheal shook her, still holding her soft cheeks.

"But you can call me Tessa anytime we're alone like this" Tessa replied, and Racheal sighed.

"No. If I keep that up, then I might just mistakenly call you Tessa in public too"

"No. I know you're more intelligent than that, Racheal. I just want to keep hearing my real name once in a while so I won't forget who I am. You're the only one who can make that happen" Tessa quickly shook her head, and Racheal sighed again.

"Fine, but be careful, and don't do anything without telling me. You'll meet your roommates soon, and thankfully, they're cool" she said.

"Did you say that to make me feel better?" Tessa smiled slightly.

"Nope. Trust me they're the coolest guys in this clan" Racheal smiled back, and then they both heard the opening of the bedroom door.

Tessa gasped, and Racheal picked up her clothes from where she had dropped them.

She pushed it to Tessa's chest...

"Quick! Go change" she told her, and Tessa quickly drew the towel away from her body.

She slipped on the boxers, the jeans, then Racheal started helping her bandage her boóbs back.

"Newbie? You in there?" A voice came from the door.

Must be one of the roommates.

Racheal wrapped the bandage faster.

"Are you mute? Say something or I'mma break down the door and we'll have to bath together! I'll get to see how big your dîck is anyway" the loud voice came again.

"I'll be out in a sec!" Tessa's fake male voice said when Racheal finished tying the bandage.

She put on the male singlet, then the hoodie.

Racheal opened the door eventually, and the face of a burly guy came into view with a scrunch on his nose.

"Racheal? What the fûck are you doing in there with the newbie? Don't tell me you're already into him" he said with a scowl, but Tessa just squeezed past him.

"He asked for assistance with the problematic shower, was just being kind" Racheal replied coldly, and Tessa wondered if she was her sister.

The tone she used for the guy is different... Russia changed her sister so much, and she can't wait to experience that change too.

"You're not the kind type," the guy said again with squinted eyes.

"I made an exception for him since he's hot" Racheal replied, giving Tessa a short glance before leaving the room.

"Don't fuçking step this room anymore!" He shouted after Racheal before facing Tessa.

"You can talk to me, newbie. Did you fûck her in the bathroom?" He asked.

'I don't even have a dîck' Tessa thought in her head before letting out a fake smile.

"She only really helped with the shower malfunction, can you stop talking about it?" She said through her teeth.

"Sure! My name is Rook by the way" he smiled, throwing his arm over Tessa's shoulder.

Tessa stilled, wanting to break free, but then she remembered she was supposed to be a man.

Men do this all the time, so she stayed.

Thankfully, she's the same height as him.

"Your name is Rook? It makes sense" She replied, running her eyes through the room.

This guy can't be her only roommate... She'd die of his talkativeness.

Her prayers got answered when another guy came in, looking stern.

"Where the fûck have you been?" Rook questioned, pulling Tessa to his side.

The guy gave her a strange look, and Tessa frowned, wondering why he was looking at her that way.

Did he somehow figure out she's a female?

He didn't say anything before taking off his shoes, falling on the third bed.

"He's a cranky bastard, his name is Nichole" Rook announced, and Tessa nodded as he finally let go of her.

"My name is...

"Is Micah, I know... Everyone knows Micah who fought with Usman an hour ago" Bullet smiled, throwing his weight on the first bed.

"Y'all saw that?" Tessa replied, sitting on her bed.

"There's a group chat for the mobsters, and only those who earned points with any of the Ivanovs are eligible to join. On the chat, mobsters share everything that happens during the absence of others. You need to pass the test tomorrow and get accepted then earn points and join the chat! It's always fuçking sweet I tell you" Rook said, his voice so full of life.

Tessa couldn't help but smile again...he's so damn lively.

"Who are the Ivanovs?" She asked.

"Oh Micah, you know nothing, do you?" Rook left his bed and came to sit with her, placing his arm on her shoulder again.

Tessa almost shifted back, but she had to remind herself that she's currently a man again, so she faced him.

"They're the family who owns this clan, and they're a large part of The Bratva. Their father, Sergei is the Pakhan of the mafia. He's our top boss" Rook explained.

"Pakhan?" Tessa said.

"It's a Russian word, meaning MAFIA LEADER" He replied.

"Oh...

"Yeah, and while he's powerful, his children are all mad. They're lunatics, all of them" Rook said in a whisper.

"Lunatics?" Tessa whispered back.

"Yeah," Rook nodded.

"You do realize there are cameras in this room, right?" Nichole finally spoke, sitting up on his bed.

"I don't give a damn. I'm saying the damn truth anyway. They're all crazy" Rook rolled his eyes.

"Just make sure you never step on Enzo or Dante's toes, especially Enzo..." Nichole told her.

"Enzo?" Tessa muttered curiously.

"Yeah, his nickname is Death, don't let him kill you... He's a beast" Nichole said meaningfully.

Tessa smiled.

"I'm only here to train and focus...I have no reason to step on anyone's toes except Usman's" she said, and Rook started laughing.

"I like you, Micah! And I can't wait for your next fight with him, but your whole face is a mess" he said.

"It doesn't hurt, I'm used to wounds" Tessa replied, and Rook pulled her up.

"Shall I take you on a tour around the dark ominous compound?" he said, pulling Nichole too.

"Goddamn it, Rook!" Nichole grumbled, but Rook never listens to people, so he pulled him out together with Tessa anyway.

BULLET AND BLAZE'S ROOM*

It's the biggest room in the first residential wing, and they have that privilege since they're the closest to Enzo.

They're like his personal girls, and they go on most missions with him.

Blaze is on the bed, checking out some handguns while slowly rolling a gum in her mouth.

The room smells of nicotine, and there are several cigar butts on the ashtray lying beside the bed.

She received an email on her laptop, and she opened it.

A smile spread on her lips when she saw it was from Enzo. Their next mission is tomorrow, and she can't wait.

Nothing excites her than missions.

Bullet came out of the bathroom with her blue towel wrapped around her pale body, and she had a large smile on her face as she began drying her skin.

"You've been smiling since we finished shuffling the newbies to their rooms," Blaze said from the bed, giving her a curious glance.

"The Micah guy... Isn't he kinda hot?" Bullet winked.

"That one? He looks too fragile to be a guy., and he has a pretty soft face. He should have been a girl" Blaze made faces, lighting another cigar.

"It doesn't matter... I love pretty guys, they have the biggest cocks" Bullet said, wearing bum shorts and a net blouse.

"You're already fantasizing about his cock? I can't with you" Blaze shook her head as she puffed on the cigar, and Bullet grinned, sitting beside her

"If only he could pass the trials tomorrow. Who'll be giving them the trial anyway?" She asked.

"Death. Isn't he the head trainer?" Blaze shrugged.

"Master? Oh, the newbies are so fucked" Bullet muttered.

*

MIRA'S SUITE*

Mira's room is like a shaman's.

Burning yellow candles formed two straight lines to her bed, and the room smells like incense.

All the windows are closed, and it's dimly lit so air is not even coming in, and it's so warm.

Mira is sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, and a table is in front of her which she has placed her arms.

A knife is in her right hand, and she placed the sharpest part of the knife on her left arm.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she prepared to cut, and she smirked before cutting.

Her blood trickled out immediately, and she laughed out when she saw the redness.

"My blood is so pretty" she muttered, preparing to cut again.

A knock sounded on the door, interrupting her.

"Yes?" Her smile disappeared like it never happened.

Racheal came in, bowing respectfully.

"You're needed at the torture house, miss," she said.

"Go back, I'm not in the mood to torture anyone tonight. Call Enzo to do it. As you can see, I'm in the middle of something" Mira replied, raising her bloody arm.

"Look, isn't my blood pretty?" She said, and Racheal looked up.

"You're doing it again?" She said.

"That's not the right answer. I asked if my blood is pretty!" Mira sprang up, kicking the table in front of her away.

"Of course, it's pretty" Racheal smiled.

"Good. I'm not coming out of this room anymore tonight. Go call Enzo like I said. If Enzo won't do it, then do it yourself. Don't call Dante, or I'll kill you. I'll never allow Dante to do my duty" Mira calmed.

"Yes miss" Racheal bowed again before leaving.

Mira sat back, but a minute later, she stood, walking to her window.

She slightly raised the curtains and peeked out.

She saw Dante walking in a corridor not far from her window, but he was not alone.

He's with another guy, and immediately she saw that other guy, she smiled slightly, resting her arms on the window frame.

DANTE'S SUITE*

Dante huffed in annoyance when he arrived at his suite with the guy beside him.

His name is Eight, and he's the only one Dante relates to in the clan.

Just like Enzo has Bullet and Blaze, Igor has Eight, and he's like his personal bodyguard.

"You should chill out tonight" Eight spoke up.

"Chill out?" Dante faced him angrily.

He has been like this since Enzo punched him in the mountain earlier.

"Chill out? That bastard does this every damn time! He is my junior brother! I and Mira come before him but he doesn't give a fûck! Yunno the most annoying part? Everyone in the family loves him more than me, even our damn parents!" Dante yelled.

"Maybe you should stop trying to provoke him every time. Everyone knows the more you try to provoke Death, the deadlier he becomes" Eight said, and he didn't get a warning before Igor gave him a heavy punch, sending him staggering with a cut on his face.

"You dare worship him in front of me? How dare you!"

"It's the truth" Eight replied bluntly like a statue, and Igor almost shot him in the mouth, but he only barged into his suite and shut the door in his face.

"Stay there till daybreak! You can't move, blink, or breathe! Fuçking stay there!" He shouted from inside.

Eight immediately stood at attention, obeying the command.

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MOUNTAIN, ENZO'S MANOR*

The lights surrounding the manor are currently off, but the ones inside are all on.

The lights are red, both the LED and the gothic chandeliers, giving the house a bloody shade.

It's damn silent except for the sound of slow classical music coming from one of the rooms.

Inside the workroom, there's Enzo.

He's sitting in a procedural posture, and his eyes are focused on the work of the arm in front of him.

His hands are soiled with clay as he's currently moulding a woman's breast.

He has been a fan of pottery since he was young. It keeps him busy whenever he's not killing someone or beating someone to death.

His eyes aren't soft nor hard... It's just in between, but the emptiness is still palpable.

He added nipples to the breast he's moulding, and then Racheal came in.

"The fûck are you doing here?" He asked without looking up.

"Miss Mira refused her duty" Racheal replied.

"Let me guess... that damn psychotic lady told you to make me do it?" Enzo said.

"Yes" Racheal replied, and Enzo looked up with a smirk.

He grabbed his gun with his clayish hand immediately, and he shot directly at Racheal.

Racheal swiftly did a handstand, landing far away from that spot.

The bullet hit the wall, and she gulped, bowing as the gunshot sound echoed in the air.

"That's for coming here to intrude on my privacy just because she told you so," he said, his expression freezing.

"I'm sorry" she muttered, and he stood, dropping the gun on the ground before leaving the room.

"Leave... I'll take care of it," he said, entering his bedroom which is as cold as ice.

Racheal ran out of the manor.