A traitor in the mafia

I am again on the cliff for the next days, but Rene is still not with me. I am now getting bothered by the things that keeps him busy. And it frustrates me how he is always not seen in the center. I couldn't ask him personally.

Vien and Rex? I haven't seen them for a while now. The last time I saw them is days ago. And they have gone…really far from me.

One thing again is that, that blonde girl has also been missing for almost a week, though everyday I kept seeing Deither in the vicinity of the center, in his usual trance— unbothered.

He is into her, that is one of the things I am certain of.

His stare when he is alone with the girl that night in the clinic is different. I have never seen him stare like that to anyone except her. I honestly felt relieved that aside from his usual reserved and cold aura, I saw him go normal when he is with her, one thing I cannot do when I am with that someone. That's why I am getting more curious about what he is hiding. Let's say I am interested in what's running on his mind.

Upon entering the cafeteria, I realized the number of people in here is strangely small. Anyways, I directed to the counter to grab my meal for today. I am busy eating when my phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket. I reach for it and saw a call from German.

"Hello," he greeted, the first line he keeps saying during a call.

"Hello," I responded back.

"Where are you?"

What's up with these people, always asking my whereabouts?

I chew on my food slowly when I am reassured by the tone of his voice. He is not in danger. He is normally breathing and talking.

"I am eating," I said, which is far from the answer his question is demanding.

"Have you not received your messages or emails?" his sudden change of tone made me put my fork and spoon down.

I proceeded to check my messages but none is new, but when I opened the mail, I grew aware of the reason why there are only 3 of us in the cafeteria today.

The mafia has called for an important meeting.

I continued eating, putting my phone down on the table. Luther didn't send me a warning message or called me so maybe I am not really needed there. This isn't a life and death situation so why am I needed to go there? If it doesn't include taking the dog and German's life, I can exist with my typical routine for today. Besides, I am not one of his responsible and loyal 'puppets' so I am not devoted to attend.

"I just checked it. They have a meeting?" I casually asked, emphasizing the 'they'.

"You are not going?"

"Not interested. I am not needed there,"

"You needed to appear here. Everyone has to attend every event and meeting, especially those important ones. Especially now that they made you their reaper,"

And he just lectured me on my roles and responsibilities.

Ah, but I am an irresponsible adult.

"Is that so?" I disregarded, still munching food because why should I starve myself for Luther?

"I'll wait for you here," he stated, forcing me again to do things I am stubborn to do.

I looked on the side, annoyed.

"Okay, yeah. Fine," I answered and dropped the call.

I rose to my seat without finishing my food. That old man is really annoying. Now I have to go there instead of sleeping peacefully under my blanket today.

Well, a late entrance in the mansion seems exciting.

And I missed him anyway, that can be enough reason for me to go.

I am pertaining to German, okay?

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"A traitor is within the mafia," that is what Luther is saying, the same time I entered the mansion.

And although that was purely unintentional, I feel like it became directed at me because I immediately received glares in the room.

I held my chin up as I continued walking, unbothered by them.

I am not a traitor, but that can be an advance title for me so I do not mind being called one right now. I seated beside German where my reserved chair is, meeting every eye that is directed to me. I challenged all of their accusing glares with my no-smile amused expression. It felt so good to get in their nerves. I find it entertaining when they are giving out emotions just for me. It makes me feel so special and unique.

I just stopped doing it when German tapped me lightly on the back.

"Let's behave well and listen carefully" he advised, stopping me from my usual behavior to the mafia's newbies and versatile puppets—the types of followers who do not want people to disrespect their great master.

I tore my eyes on them and crisscrossed my legs.

Boring.

"Lately, the targeting of our dearest assassins has been so frequent, that we already lost two of our greatest fighters, minus the other ones last year. They are assassinated while on their mission outside the country. And it is not a secret that someone is really keen to do the same thing for years. But it obviously became worst this month" he declared, looking in my direction.

I looked back at him, challenging him to mention my name. Why don't you get to your point now? That my arrival became the trigger of the worsening case. I won't counter that. Let's all face the fact.

I bring trouble anywhere, as your dear Remus stated. It has echoed well in my ears that I can't forget it.

"And that something unusual has happened on our center," he added, pertaining to that banner.

"That means, someone with us here is a tool to make that happen. So, congratulations because you managed to do that special mission of yours! You amazed me with your determination to betray the mafia." he said, taunting the traitor on the group, with a dark smile radiating on his lips and firm claps that he can only execute at this case. "I will make sure you'll regret it."

His cunning aura made the place grimmer and all of us here can already foretell how grave would be the punishment to the one who made the betrayal. I roamed my eyes on the crowd, trying to see who might it be. And I am not shocked when most of them are looking at me.

Impressive.

"Our dear mafia was a bit alarmed of losing Olive and Brent, so I am here to announce a new game, the chasing of the traitor, just a simple gift for our late assassins,"

I impatiently rose to my seat because I just do not feel the vibes in here.

"The reaper cannot leave the mansion still. " he suddenly declared. His eyes are still on the crowd, yet fully aware of my stance.

"For she has the best mission assigned. Here with us is Aesha, she will be the one leading the search, and on her hand will be the traitor's death," he proclaimed, making me stop on my supposed turn to leave here.

Miana immediately stood up to object the decision.

"But how sure are we that she is not the accomplice of the traitor or even the traitor itself?"

The crowd went leery of the statement she just brought up, and the possibility of it. All eyes are again directed to me, reflecting how they desire my death. I am still standing in my seat, in contrast to their respectful sitting. I unbotheredly grabbed my hair tie and slowly half-tied my hair as if I'm not roasted for something. And it seems like they are all interested by that moment.

"Then chase me now" I challenged all of them, but since Miana is my special guest for tonight, I made an effort to bend my neck to face her. "If only you can."

Her face distorted at my daring tone. I watched her grow pissed at me. Meanwhile, I am just standing here, watching her lose her temper.

She made a quick jump on her table to charge at me, her face really grim at my mockery, but someone in a suit is fast to block her when she is only meters away from me. I lifted my eyes on the person and I raised a brow as soon as he faced me after he briefly uttered something to Miana, which made her back on her seat.

I am already anticipating my fist on her face, why is this man here again?

And I thought I will be Remus-free today.

He walked beside Luther after a bitter glance. I thought I am late, but he arrived later than I did. I also saw him scroll his phone then back at me. I moved my phone out of the desk when he fixed his eyes on it. He then lifted his eyes back at me, with an accusing look on his face.

I moved my eyes to Luther because I just want to.

"That should be all. Have a beautiful day." Luther finally said as soon as the tension was handled.

And with that, people started their own exits.

Miana threw me a warning glare before leaving the place. I returned her glare with my famous belittling expression. She'd always trigger me to fluster her. When will she ever win over me anyway? Why isn't it sinking in her little brain?

German pushed my back gently, to follow Luther in the room where he entered. I looked up to him and realized that I am stressing him out again. I obliged with what he wanted me to do, so now Luther, German, Remus, and I are in the same room.

"That was not a good attitude of yours," Luther commented at me on his seat.

"Well, someone forgot to guide me on what's good or bad right? I can't pinpoint who it is,"

I must be sick to see a fleeting gloom in his eyes because the powerful Luther Flinn will never be disappointed in himself just because he lost the chance to do the things he should do as a parent.

Yes, I must be really awfully sick because after that I saw a hint of grin, fixated on his lips.

"You got a point there," he laughingly said, making me sick of talking to him again.

He always finds my rude statements toward him either a laughingstock or useless. It makes me pissed all the time.

He then leaned all of his back on his swivel chair as he inspects me with his eyes. I remained standing there, not faltering to show him what I've become.

This is the product of your abandonment. Are you proud?

Oh, but I forgot.

He was never proud of me.

Cheers to that hard blow again.

"I heard you have received a welcome note in the center. How do you feel about that?"

I noticed how German and Remus are carefully observing on far corners. Watching the two of us talk, though I can sense that Remus eyes are only laid sharply at me.

Is he mad because I do not want him as a text mate?

He can text all the other girls, I am sure he had plenty of them waiting under his feet. Besides, why is he texting me?

"I am indeed pleased about it. You see, I've got the chance to not just trouble you, but also your dearest mafia. Hitting two birds and I am that one stone who will eliminate both." I tried to mock him again. "Are you regretting putting me there now?"

His forehead creased badly. I do not have an idea if it is because of my happiness with an obvious death note or because he is not happy with me troubling the mafia.

"You should learn to behave properly. You know I have enough strings to pull once I get tired of your senseless acts." he firmly said, making my confidence vanish away in the air. Sinking in my head how he can easily troll me, with just a simple flick of his fingers. "Stop boasting as if you control everything. You know you don't."

Now my mockery cannot equal that.

I clenched my fist at my back.

German cleared his throat and decided to walk near. He unfurled my clenched fist from the back. I tighten it, hard, but he also did his best to open it still, so it opened. Now it is him I am glaring.

"I believe she knows what she needs to do now, Sir," German bowed at him, and I grew more pissed on how he managed to respect this man again— who is just declaring his death at me.

"She will now go back to the center," he continued, announcing my departure for me.

I noticed German's probing eyes flew to me when I frowned at him longer than usual. I masked any emotion he may read.

I marched away from all of them. I speed up my motorcycle to remove all my irritation away.

He always presses the wrong button. He always says the wrong words. Guess who just inherited me this awful attitude of mine?