Chapter Three

Keyller didn't answer but continued walking and stood in front of the man who seemed to be the leader of this mob. Pain assaulted and the bandage that wrapped around his chest turned crimson. His wound was bleeding because he forced himself to walk. He wanted to know the whereabouts of his butler.

"Where is Montague?" he relaxed his clenched fist as he neared the leader.

The leader looked at him with amusement and Keyller didn't see any hostility or disdain in those deep black irises; instead, he was filled with gratification. He was a bit confused because of the reaction coming from the leader. He didn't know him at all, he didn't have to feel this way towards him.

"You really look like him. I am seeing his younger days in you." The leader patted his right shoulder lightly before stopping in front of him and smiling slightly.

Keyller could see the fondness in those rays giving him more confusion. He was thinking somewhere back in his mind about whether the image in front of him was familiar, but he hadn't met this man at all.

"Do you know me?" he asked in English, knowing that the leader could speak the universal language. He remained standing where he stood, next to the leader. His hands relaxed as he spoke.

"Let's just put it in neutral. Knowing you are like the back of my hand, but knowing me is like a mountain top full of traps. Hard to conquer." The leader patted his shoulder again while preparing to walk out, but before he exited he turned his head as if wanting to leave another word. This time his eyes were full of vigilantism but Keyller knew it wasn't directed at him. "If you want to survive, leave your past behind and change yourself."

Keyller's look became grime and he clenched his hand into a tight fist again. You don't need to tell me that because it is already engraved in my mind!

Only when the leader was out of sight that Keyller remembered his purpose. Montague!

He ran outside that small house to the porch, his hand still clutching his wound. His steps were not slow nor fast because he could feel the agonizing pain assaulting him non-stop. But when he heard Montague's fading voice like he was talking to someone, he quickened his movements only to realize that Montague was gone.

"Montague!" Keyller shouted, but his voice was never heard as no shadows of his butler showed. He ran through the rundown gate but to no avail, Montague left him completely! You promised never to leave me, yet now you are abandoning me! Why did you leave me here alone?

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It had been two weeks but his butler never showed any signs that he would come back. Keyller had it hard in those days. He learned that he was in a small-scale mafia group in Italy that deals with illegal drugs and guns in town. They're also in line in robbery, but no human trafficking and kidnapping for ransom. The leader was also their big boss and he treated Keyller well, unlike the other members who treated him like garbage in a segregated area. He endured it all because his only goal was to get stronger, to avenge his family's death.

Two years had passed and Keyller was now a whole lot different from his previous pampered young master's attitude. Years of training shaped him into a ruthless and cruel person. A killer that the underground business feared at such a young age of twenty. Hearing his name, his enemy will think twice before approaching him. Their small-scale mafia group grows into one of the most vicious gangs that authorities won't dare to touch. He was now the boss's right wingman and the members were all under his command, but the henchmen didn't feel any animosity against that because they had long accepted him as a worthy boss.

But as the days passed, anger towards his butler slowly built up and Keyller noted to himself that he would not forgive Montague for abandoning him. For leaving him and breaking his promise. One day, I will ask for payment for this! I won't let you off, Montague!

"Rafael, the boss is summoning you to his office."

Keyller took one last hit on his expensive cigarette before tossing it on the ground and, using his signature collector's leather shoes, he stepped and crushed it. The glass of liquor he was holding was thrown straight into his throat before leaving the empty glass on the table in the garden and standing up. He brushed his long and curly hair using his fingers before looking at the henchman.

"Reason?" he asked blankly. His hand was inside his pocket while the other was busy spinning his sword.

The henchman smirked because he knows that this is what his right-hand boss wants.

"There is another gang who is running amok in our territory. The boss wants you to take care of it."

The corner of Keyller's lips twitched and a dark sinister smile appeared on his bearded yet handsome face.

"Gladly." He started walking towards his leader's office and, without knocking, he pushed the door open. The henchman warned him but he was already too late.

What welcomed Keyller's sight was the leader standing in the middle of the office, pants down and a woman was busy giving him a head. The funny thing is, they didn't seem to bother with his arrival, continuing with their pleasure with the leader beckoning him to join him.

Keyller clenched his fist. For the past two years, he couldn't count in his hands how many women had shredded blood in his hands. He loathed women because of what happened to his family and every time he fucked them he also needed to kill them or else he would be blackened more. The hate for women is just engraved deeply within.

"Rafael!" The leader grinned wildly when he saw Keyller enter the room. "Now that you are here, why don't you join us?" As those words left his mouth, the leader pulled the woman and bent her body over the mahogany table before thrusting deeply and the woman's moan grew louder crying for more.

"Oh, Daddy! F*ck me harder!"

Keyller's ear twitched in anger and his fist was clenched tightly as his knuckles turned red. He wanted nothing but to slash his sword into the woman's throat to stop her God-forsaken scream!