Turning around, Leon swallowed as he saw a tall woman, a little older than him, with her brown hair up in a bun and wearing dress clothes.
She was serious, and the thin rimmed glasses she wore made her gaze seem even more penetrating.
After getting close enough not to be heard by others, the woman crossed her arms and raised her chin.
"Leon, we need to talk."
Leon arched an eyebrow, maintaining his defiant countenance.
"Talk? You should have thought of that before you humiliated me in that room. Where were you while those old men were laughing at me?"
The woman let out a restrained laugh, as if amused by the situation.
"Humiliation? Oh dear, you haven't seen anything yet. The real humiliation has only just begun."
Leon felt anger bubbling up inside him, but he kept his composure.
The boy clenched his fists, but tried to keep his voice neutral:
"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"
She ignored the question, looking him up and down with disdain. Then she began to circle him, like a butcher bird waiting for the right moment to strike down its prey.
"You think you're clever, don't you? An ambitious boy, thinking he can play with the big boys. Let me give you some advice, Leon: you're nothing."
"You may be one of the greats, but you don't impress me. I'm here to play a game, and I'm going to win, no matter who stands in my way."
"You don't understand. This isn't a game you can win. You're like a piece on the board, and we're the players. And, believe me, there's no room for novices like you."
"So that's it? You're offended by the truths I've spoken to all of you, and you've come here to try to destabilize me."
"Leon, listen to yourself for a moment. You turned eighteen very recently. You were lucky to get such good deals, lucky not to have lost all your money on prostitutes or gambling. But tell me, do you think luck is going to get you a real place in the sun?"
The boy didn't answer. The woman continued:
"Luck is treacherous. Diabolical, if you like. It can smile on you today and stab you in the back tomorrow. And do you know who will be there, right next to you, waiting for that day to come? All the men you've just humiliated. Think about it."
"You talk as if you know everything about me. As if you had some authority over my destiny. But I'll tell you something: I don't need your approval, and I certainly won't bow to veiled threats."
The woman smiled condescendingly.
"Veiled threats? No, Leon, that's not a threat. That's the truth, the purest truth. Whether you believe me or not will make little difference to how true it is."
Leon arched an eyebrow, defiant.
"So what do you suggest? That I become a mere pawn, a puppy of these guys who have been in power the longest?"
She giggled.
"No, Leon. I suggest you learn to play the game. You're dealing with people who have decades of experience, who know the ins and outs of this city much better than you do."
He crossed his arms, keeping his posture firm.
"Do you think I'm just going to back down? Let me tell you, I won't. I'm not just going to play this game,
I'm going to rewrite the rules."
The woman moved closer, staring into his eyes.
"You're stubborn, Leon. But stubbornness isn't always a virtue. Sometimes it's just a shortcut to ruin."
"Ruin? I'll show you what it means to be in control. The city will be mine."
"So that's your choice? Won't you listen to my good advice and take a step back? It could be the difference between your life and your death."
"I'm not going to listen to any of the shit you're saying. Save your little speech for those who care."
The woman's carmine-painted lips opened in a cruel smile:"Then allow me to say that it will be a pleasure to be there to see your sad end, little boy."
Without saying another word, the woman left, returning to the event taking place there.
Determined not to let her words affect him, Leon turned his back and started walking in the opposite direction.
However, as soon as he left the building and entered a side street, Leon realized that something was wrong. The shadows seemed thicker, and the night silence was interrupted only by his footsteps.
Suddenly, a group of men emerged from the shadows, surrounding Leon. They were all wearing dark clothes and ski masks."
"You shouldn't have intruded where you didn't belong, kid," said one of them with a mischievous grin.
It's useless to resist.Despite the real hatred taking over his emotions, Leon knows it's pointless trying to resist armed men. He raises his hands in surrender and doesn't notice when one of the hooded men comes up behind him and shoots him hard in the head.Darkness.When he wakes up, the boy is naked except for his underwear, and his skin burns as if someone had scratched him several times. His eyes blink, looking for a spot of light or any information that might lead him to understand what the hell was going on.Leon's vision gradually begins to clear, revealing a dark and damp environment. He is tied to an uncomfortable chair, and the smell of mold dominates the place. As he looks around, he realizes that he is in a kind of abandoned basement, with damp stone walls and cobwebs scattered around the corners.His body aches and every movement is agony. His hands tied behind his back, Leon tries to understand what has happened. He hears muffled voices, murmurs echoing around the roo
Leon's body burns with pain as the whip continues to punish him. He grits his teeth, resisting the urge to scream. Sasha watches the scene coolly, as if assessing the boy's resistance."You can avoid further suffering, you know. It's not like I'm sadistic or anything. All you have to do is accept reality and make the right choice," says Sasha, as the whip continues to cut through the air.However, even as she says it, the boy knows: she is loving every second of his suffering.Leon, despite his pain and anger, begins to ponder her words. A choice hangs over him, a choice that could shape the fate of the city and, perhaps, his own trajectory."What do you want from me, Sasha?" he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.Sasha gestures for the foreman to stop for a moment. Pain throbs in Leon's wounds as he waits for the answer."I want you to be my key player in this game. Help me with the plan I have. Others besides you have already agreed. But... They're old and not very agile. You're
Leon stares at the metal case with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The pain in his body seems momentarily forgotten as the promise of answers and justice is about to be revealed. He hesitates for a moment, feeling saliva run down his throat. Sweat collects on his forehead."Ready," he mutters in a hoarse voice, his gaze steady despite the vulnerability of his situation.The suitcase opens, revealing photographs, documents and a sealed envelope. Sasha watches with a satisfied smile as Leon examines the materials carefully. The images show faces, places and events that seem to fit the narrative she has constructed. Proof of the guilt of the person who ruined her life.Leon just blinks, the only sign of surprise he lets show.Then, before he can see any further, the woman closes and locks the case. She had barely had seconds to analyze everything."If you want to carry on investigating, kid, then you'll cooperate with me."In a string of voices, he asks:"How did you know that
A week had passed.A whole week, and his father hadn't shown up with a security team or police tactical forces to rescue him.Sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria of this place, whatever it was, since Leon didn't know where Sasha's headquarters were located, the boy sharpened a dagger.Training with melee weapons would begin in a few minutes.Still silent and unwilling to talk, Leon observed his surroundings.The others.Unlike the cruel foremen willing to hurt them whenever they looked like they were about to become a problem, the... "agents", as Sasha called them, were much younger and more likely to cooperate with each other.They ranged in age from eighteen to twenty-six, and the majority were male. The few women who took part were withdrawn, although Leon was sure that one or two stared at him when they were training.Everyone there had a story and a goal, although Leon didn't know exactly why each one was there, obeying the orders of that crazy, ornery woman who kept th
Two weeks had passed. Leon had been inside that insane place for almost a month, training exhaustively to do what he had to do, although he didn't know what or when. Sasha purposely avoided talking openly about what role he would play. After another day of exhausting training, Leon was alone in his makeshift quarters. The only light came from a dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. He is surrounded by shadows that dance on the cold walls, echoing the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. The dagger, once sharp and shiny, now looks worn. Leon stares at it as if searching for answers in the worn blades. Someone's footsteps echo in the corridor. Leon stands alert, the dagger firmly in his hand. The door opens and, to his surprise, it's Alex. "I thought you were asleep," said the red-haired boy at length. The two had barely bumped into each other since that day, when Alex made it clear that he was willing to leave, without weighing up the cost to himself, or even to the others. Leon didn
It was obvious that Leon was nervous, although he didn't want to show it.Standing next to another small contingent, a total of twelve people lined up to his left and right, the boy just looked attentively at Sasha, who was pacing back and forth in short inspection.The way she behaved, always attentive to everything and everyone, made the memories of last night's short meeting flash through Leon's mind.Now that he knew exactly what that group, the same group she had summoned, was going to do to try and escape, all he could do was help. Stay silent. And try not to get killed.That definitely seemed impossible.Dressed in an elegant black suit, Sasha pointed to a sequence of slides on the huge monitor behind her. "I'll be direct, and explain as much as possible. The building you're about to break into is two miles away. Security will be there, doing their usual rounds. You'll split into two groups."She passes her hand to the next slide, and everyone steps forward, curious to underst
"Sasha, the mission has been compromised. We need to abort and find an alternative escape route," Leon transmitted over the communicator, ignoring the irritation evident in her voice.Sasha's serious expression on the monitor indicated that she was aware of the seriousness of the situation. Nevertheless, she insisted:"You must break into the secret room. You must replace the real box with the fake one. That's an order!""But-""I said it's an order!"As if to affirm that he would not go back on what he had said, Sasha switched off his own communicator. The monitor of the communicator watch was now dark.The red lights kept flashing. Stunned, the colleagues under Leon's charge looked at each other. "We should leave," said one of the girls, looking back. "It's too dangerous.""It'll eat us alive if we come back without the damn box," complained another."How did that happen? She promised we'd be safe, that doesn't make any sense!" a dark-skinned, curly-haired boy was gasping with anxi
As they ran, Alex cast a worried glance at Leon. "The others scattered down the corridors when the guards showed up. I don't know where they went. We need to find a way out and then try to track them down."Leon nodded, focusing on keeping up the fast pace. His ears were alert for any sign of danger, and his hands held tightly to the fake box he was carrying."How much time do we have before we need to get back to headquarters?""We don't have time. We have to get there immediately.""But the others could be in danger now.""They can take care of themselves!"If they had been in any other situation, Leon might have immediately stopped running and demanded answers from Alex. As if guessing his thoughts, the boy with the flame-colored hair looked at him for a brief second. Understanding shone in his eyes before he said:"I'm worried too, Leon, but this mission depends solely and exclusively on replacing the boxes.""I know. It's done.""Then let's go."They approached an emergency doo
His physical state must have been shocking, but he didn't care. His determination was greater than any pain or shame.Finally, after a tireless search, Leon spotted Alex talking to Brittany and Christina in a secluded corner of the complex. His friends seemed shocked to see him, but quickly ran towards him when they realized his sorry state."Leon! What happened to you?" asked Christina, horrified, as she examined her friend's wounds."It doesn't matter now," replied Leon, his voice firm despite the weakness that plagued him. "We need to act. We have to put an end to Sasha once and for all.""Is she the one who did this to you?" asked Alex, too quietly.He didn't answer.Not at all distressed, Brittany simply commented:"Maybe he didn't kill my father the way she wanted and was punished."Everyone went eerily silent."What did you say?""Why don't you ask him?! I'm sure he'll be able to explain it much better than I can. Right, Leon?"Leon just stared at Brittany, trying not to lose c
Fear was useless. Fear made people blind and deaf prey in a forest full of predators. Fear would get you killed.Even fully aware of this, however, Leon couldn't stop himself from feeling a shiver run down his spine when he heard Sasha's words. He knew he had no choice but to follow the thugs into the torture chamber. His heart was pounding in his chest as he walked, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.As he entered the chamber, he was greeted by a stifling atmosphere. The walls were a gloomy gray, and the instruments of torture hanging on the walls cast frightening shadows across the room. The last time he had been there, it had been to end his ex-girlfriend's life, but he had been interrupted at the last moment by Alex, who had decided to play the savior for some reason.Leon swallowed, doing everything he could to disguise the tremors coming from his hands and legs.The thugs tied him to a chair, binding his hands and feet so that he couldn't move. The boy took a deep
Leon felt paralyzed by Sasha's physical closeness and the intensity of her words. A mixture of repulsion and excitement overwhelmed him, leaving him confused and disturbed. He knew he couldn't give in to her manipulation, but at the same time, a part of him was intrigued by the idea of surrendering to the forbidden desire he felt."Don't do this," he said, his voice wavering as he tried to push Sasha away.But she didn't pull back, she just smiled predatorily, as if she were enjoying his discomfort."Why not, Leon? You know you want to. You've always wanted to," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Leon's spine.He fought against the attraction he felt for her, against the voice in his head that whispered that it would be easy to give in. But deep down, he knew he couldn't. He had to resist, no matter how hard it was."No. Enough. I won't give in to you," he said with more determination, pushing her harder and pulling away.The woman's expression quickly turn
The way back to HQ was ten times worse than the way to the country house.Not least because, as well as having other people's blood on his hands, Leon now knew that Sasha had personal connections with her mother's killer.Yes, she wanted him dead. But not for a second did the boy think it was out of a thirst for justice, or even pity. Sasha only thought of one thing: herself. And she didn't see anyone as people, but as tools.The thugs were silent, as always, and Leon wasn't bothered by them. He also knew it would be pointless to ask them anything.When they finally arrived, Leon went straight to Sasha's room, closely followed by the men.When he opened the door, he was surprised.Sasha was naked. And below her...Brittany. Also naked.Leon felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched the scene before him. His heart raced and a mixture of shock, disgust and anger overwhelmed him. He could barely process what he was seeing, but one thing was clear: this was a completely disturbing si
Leon felt as if his very soul had been torn from his body.Slowly, as if he feared that the reality around him would fade like cobwebs, the boy began to approach the picture.Then, trembling, Leon held the picture frame, still not believing his eyes.Yes, it was definitely her. But thinner, with a younger, happier countenance. As if the psychopathy and pleasure in other people's pain had not yet taken hold in her psyche.So Sasha also had personal connections with Brittany's father. With her mother's murderer.His hands were cold with fury, dread and incomprehension. The boy turned to the torn body behind him.Sasha knew what Leon wanted. Not only that, but she handed it to him on a platter so that he could get rid of it once and for all. Obviously she had no reason to care about his feelings.So, if Sasha had a grudge against that man, who would be a more perfect tool than Leon himself?Shaken, the boy, still holding the painting in his hands, walked out of the room towards the thugs
The men opened the door of the house and entered, closely followed by Leon. The interior was dark and silent, with only the dim light of the lamps illuminating the way. The smell of mold and abandonment hung in the air, creating an oppressive atmosphere around them."He's upstairs," said one of the men, indicating the stairs with a nod.Leon nodded and began to climb the steps, his heart hammering in his chest with every step. Closer and closer to his goal, he felt the tension building inside him, a mixture of fear and determination.Finally, they reached the top of the stairs and made their way down the corridor to a closed door. The men positioned themselves around it, ready to act if necessary, while Leon prepared to confront the man on the other side.With a final sigh, Leon turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open, revealing the dark interior of the room. The man, who had been snoring like a pig, was startled as he jumped out of bed."But what does that mean?"Leon stoo
At first, Brittany couldn't say anything. In fact, she couldn't even move.Then, when the air finally returned to her lungs, all she could say was:"No..." she whispered, her voice almost lost in the air.Leon stared at her, his eyes reflecting a cold, implacable determination."Yes," he replied simply, his voice calm and controlled."Leon, you can't do this," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "This isn't what your mother would want. It's not the path to justice."He looked at her for a moment, his eyes revealing a mixture of pain and suppressed anger."Let me get this straight. You think you have any right to talk about what my mother would or wouldn't want? Just you, a dirty little bitch who betrayed me all the time? Pretending to be a good Samaritan might even fool Alex and Christina, Brittany. But not me.""Leon, I... I know I made a mistake," she mumbled, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I know I have no right to talk about your mother, after everyt
"Hello, my darling."Wearing provocative clothes, Sasha stepped forward and lightly scratched Leon's cheek."How nice of you to show up.""What now?"The woman ducked her head, looking falsely hurt."My. What terrible manners you have... Have you forgotten what awaits you if you're unpleasant with me?""Are you going to punish me by making me have sex with you?"Sasha smiled."I know you loved it, kid."Leon wanted to give an answer, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even open his mouth.Taking advantage of the boy's silence, Sasha went back to her own desk and started going through some papers."I think you'll be happy with what I have for you today."The boy remained silent. The woman continued:"Your mother's murderer. You'll be able to see him today."Of all the things she could say, that certainly wasn't one he was expecting."What did you say?"She smiled."What didn't you understand?"More silence."Look at it as a courtesy. I said you could see him after everything was do
"Bombs?"Christina, with her arms crossed and her eyes slightly wide, didn't seem to believe Brittany's words."Exactly. She's placed them at key points in the city, and she intends to set them off, but I don't know when or how.""That's suicide. Sasha wouldn't make it out of the city in time, she'd die too."Alex, who was leaning against the iron door of Christina's dormitory, agreed:"That's true. But something in me says that Sasha's ego is the size of the world, and even if this plan is crazy, she must have some leverage to survive in the midst of the chaos.""So what should we do?" asked Christina."We should find out about the operation in minute detail. We're in the so-called second phase, as the bastard told us, which gives us only a short time before we move on to the third, which I believe is the execution of the explosions.""And how, exactly, are we going to do that?"The redhead sighed thoughtfully."We need to use Sasha's own strategy against herself."What do you mean?