Leon hated every second of the day.He hated having to get up on time for his morning exercises. He hated eating his meals. He hated looking around at Sasha's men and seeing that they were all waiting anxiously for trouble.Men who loved violence, men who loved to see the blood of the innocent dripping from their hands.The boy no longer spoke to Alex after the misfortune they had both committed. No, he no longer had the courage to look into his eyes, even though neither of them had had a choice.Leon could still hear the girl's scream in his ears, the way she begged him with her eyes to stop.Tortured. She had been tortured by Leon, and even if it wasn't his fault, even if he had no choice but to continue, the boy hated himself.As he stared at the wall of the cafeteria, barely able to swallow the cardboard-tasting food they always handed him, the boy heard footsteps coming towards him.A slim girl with short black hair close to her head, small eyes of the same color and medium heigh
Leon's eyes met hers, and for a moment, the weight of what had happened between him and Alex seemed suffocating. He nodded slowly, understanding the pain shared by both of them."I understand," Leon murmured. "We're all in this hell together."Before he could say anything else, however, a shrill alarm sounded. Then Sasha's voice came over the loudspeakers, summoning everyone to a meeting."I can't wait to finish this bitch off," muttered Christina, amid the commotion of people leaving their seats.Leon said nothing, just stared at her for a few seconds before answering Sasha's call.As they passed through the corridors, Leon caught a glimpse of Alex at the far end, walking as fast as he could. His face was severely haggard and pale, and dark circles took over his face, as if he hadn't been able to sleep.The events of that night had really taken a toll on him. It was obvious to anyone.Leon didn't approach him. He didn't know if he could find the courage to look him in the eye, especi
Alex didn't stay in the same group as Leon.But Christina was.He and eight others now faced the back of a building in the city center. Everyone was hidden by the shadow of the alley, hooded and properly equipped.Leon sighed, tense. It wasn't just the mission he was on that worried him. It was Sasha's coldness in executing that boy.What would stop her from executing Leon's father when it was all over? Or worse still, getting rid of all the men and women who had done her dirty work for her?Christina, standing next to Leon, saw the anguish in his eyes."You're thinking about that boy, aren't you?" she whispered, keeping her gaze fixed on the building opposite.Leon nodded, unable to hide his concern. "I can't let this happen to all of us. We need to find a way out of this, to end her tyranny."The woman placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Let's focus on the mission now. We have to be quick and precise. Then we'll think about what to do next."But Leon couldn't help glancing
The others.Those who were supposed to be in other strategic places, the others who were supposed to go to the meeting point as soon as it was over.They were dead too.Shot. Holes had opened up in their bodies, and blood pooled around them.This time, Leon couldn't keep from crying, and he couldn't stop the solitary tear that ran down his cheek.Sasha didn't care about those deaths. No, after all, all she wanted was the bloody box that was now in Christina's hands.The girl, pale, muttered:"Let's go."But Leon didn't answer. He felt responsible for it, for such cruel deaths."Come on, Leon." She sniffled, also on the verge of tears. "We have to go."So off they went. They got into the designated van, where two foremen were waiting. They didn't ask any questions about the rest of the team.Leon stared out of the window, watching the lights of the city drift away. He wondered if he would ever see that place again, if he would ever have a normal life again. He hated himself for getting
Brittany bit her lip nervously, looking at her father, who still hadn't said a word. On the contrary, the silence that followed after Brittany decided to open up was worthy of a funeral. The man scratched his beard, as if deliberating whether he was going through a psychotic episode or not. Then, raising one eyebrow and taking another sip of his drink, he finally replied: "Let me get this straight..." Brittany swallowed as she heard the man's tone of voice: gloomy, slurred - and not because of the alcohol. No, that tone of voice meant that heads were going to fly off, people were going to get hurt. Or at least that's what came to her mind at those times. Lighting his imported cigar, the man continued: "Are you telling me that during your time at school, you hid from me not only that you dated a lowlife, but that that same lowlife is the scumbag boy who rose through the ranks, threatened me and is now missing?" Taking a deep breath, Brittany continued: "Well... The way you put i
The atmosphere in the VIP area of the Midnight Bar instantly turned into frenzied chaos. The regulars, previously immersed in their discreet conversations, now turned their heads in the direction of the confusion. Sweating, knowing that she was surrounded and had little to do but put up a weak resistance, the girl began to look around for an escape, any escape. The exits were surrounded by the bar staff. How many of them directly served that man?The brute who had received the kick staggered backwards, while the other let out a grunt of pain at the sharp stab. The spectators, in shock, formed a wall of astonished stares. The bleary-eyed man, who until then had been watching with disdain, showed an expression of momentary surprise.Brittany took advantage of the gap and stepped back, knife in hand and ready for any hostile move. The men responsible for her capture (or attempted capture) recovered, their expressions hardening in determination. The man with the clear eyes gave a siniste
The revelation hit Brittany like a punch. Her world fell apart as she tried to process Leon's words. The bleary-eyed man, the thugs, the strange woman called Sasha - they were all pieces of the puzzle of tragedy that was now unfolding in front of her.Leon's gaze, filled with pain and resentment, continued to stare into Brittany's confused and frightened eyes. She felt paralyzed, caught between the horror of what she had just discovered and the imminent threat posed by Sasha."Yes, darling. Your father, the man you believed to be upstanding, or as upstanding as the nest of rats that are his friends, killed Leon's mother," said Sasha, enjoying the emotional chaos unfolding around her.That woman didn't just like physical suffering, she delighted in internal pain too, the pain of the soul."It's a lie. My father... My father is a lot of things, but he's not a murderer.""You see, little girl," Sasha mocked, "you know your father isn't exactly a good man. You know that he's lied, cheated
"But what does that mean?"Sasha's squeaky voice was no coincidence. After all, one of his subordinates, Alex, had sneaked in and then disrupted one of Leon's vendettas.Alex looked at Sasha and said:"If you want to punish me for that, then do it." Then the redhead faced Leon: "It's not worth it.""What the hell are you doing?""Preventing you from turning into a monster.""You don't know anything.""I know you might end up developing a taste for the stuff and turning into it," he pointed at Sasha. Had he lost his mind? "And I don't want that. You're one of the few here who hasn't lost his mind yet."Alex."Sasha's voice was low, controlled. But his expression was one of pure hatred."Get out of here immediately.""Let his ex-girlfriend go," Alex demanded. "She has nothing to do with-""Have you forgotten who's in charge here and who obeys? You don't question my orders.""She could be more use to us alive than dead. Integrate her into the team. Let's make her part of our... your plan