Chapter Four

"What the hell, Rafael? How many victims are already there today? You've been at it the entire day and you're still not done with it? Too much to shoot, huh?" A teasing voice reached Keyller's ears, followed by a soft chuckle, but he ignored it.

His lips curled into an evil grin as he pierced his sword deeply into the woman's chest and pushed it deeply until it penetrated her back. Blood gushed from the wound and a heart-wrenching sound bubbled up from the victim's throat, but Keyller didn't give any hint of pity. Instead, he felt a satisfying pleasure as he saw her life slowly taken away from her. He twisted the sword like he was twisting a doorknob and the edges of the sharp blade carved widely against her chest, causing the entire floor to flood with iron-smelling liquid. A sense of satisfaction entered inside him as he watched the woman lying dead on the floor.

"She's just the fourth. Why are you making so much fuss about it? It's not that many and I haven't satisfied my needs yet. Don't stop me coz I am still enjoying this." With the sword still twisted into the woman's chest, Keyller forcefully pulled it out and the blood from his victim flooded onto the already bloody floor. A metallic smell spread through the whole room but Keyller didn't even flinch. He smiled like a demon rising from hell.

Shadow, his personal henchman slash friend, shook his head while clicking his tongue. "If you are that up in blowing up your steam, go and hunt. The boss will give you a new mission outside your territory. You want that kind of fun, am I right?" Shadow is an Englishman, so he didn't converse with him in Italian.

Shadow was right. Keyller needed someone, to be exact; a woman, to vent all his pent-up frustrations. It had been a week since he last had sex and killed the victims afterward. These past few days, his trauma had been acting up and he didn't know why or what triggered it. He easily gets annoyed and irritated that he can't stop thinking of killing women.

Keyller lifted the corner of his lips into a devilish smirk and picked up a dry cloth hanging nearby. With a darkened expression, he slowly wiped the blood stains on his sword.

"Another boring moment. Can't he give me something that could thrill my adrenaline?" Keyller complained while continuing to wipe clean his sword. After he was done, he stood up and left the room with the bloody corpse still lying lifeless inside.

Shadow followed suit. When they came out, he instructed one of their cleaners to clean Keyller's mess. This room is one of his playrooms slash torture rooms. Keyller used to bring his girls here and kill them after getting laid. Others may think that he is crazy, but he can't help it. He may loathe women, but he also needs to bang. The setback is, he needs to kill them. That's the only way to make him feel better.

Keyller has the option to bed with men, and he has tried it, but when he wants to let off his steam and needs to kill, he will get women from his cage and slice them open. Yes, you heard it right. Keyller purposely kidnaps women and stores them in a cage for him to satisfy his pleasure. Well, all of the members of the gang actually. In this way, it is easy for them to get laid when they have women in stock.

This is Keyller's routine ever since he was appointed as the right-hand man of the mafia group. His butler had left for him. He accepted it to survive and to start planning his revenge on his family. At the young age of twenty, he became a ruthless killer.

Keyller and his henchman arrive together at their boss's office. He went straight to the mini-bar, took a bottle of whiskey before pouring himself a glass, and drank it straight. The hotness of the liquid burned his throat but it made him feel better.

Whiskey, drugs, and women. The poison and the cure in Keyller's life. He poured another glass before finally sitting on the single sofa in front of his boss. Shadow was already sitting while their boss was still busy on his iPad after glancing at them acknowledging their arrival.

He only stopped when Keyller was standing in front of him. He laid the iPad on the table before tilting his head up to look at Keyller with disbelief written on his wrinkled face.

"Finally done with your play? It seems that you are getting bored these days, Rafael."

Keyller put the now empty rock glass on the coffee table in front of him before leaning his back on the sofa. He crossed his leg on the other and rested his arms on the armrest. "What is it this time?" he asked instead of answering his boss.

Keyller suddenly felt the emptiness engulfing him again. The hollow inside him. The dark abyss that seems to eat his inside. There is a calling within that needs to fill that emptiness. He knows exactly what that is. He needed to kill. He needed a blood bath while seeing the helpless faces of his victims begging for mercy. This is what he seeks. He tried his best to ignore it and shook his head helplessly.

His boss nodded to his henchman and the latter got the iPad on the table and handed it to Keyller. There are no words after that. Occasional slow and steady breathing was heard in the room.

After a minute or two, Keyller lifted his head, which was engrossed in the iPad, and looked straight towards his boss. He asked, "Who is this?" The image on the iPad seemed familiar but he couldn't identify who it was as it was dark. The photo of a man sitting on a bar counter while drinking his liquor. On a side glance, Keyller felt he knew him but kept his mouth shut.

Federico, this is his boss's name, heaved a deep sigh before meeting his serious gaze. "Unknown, but our possibility is that he is our prime suspect. For a few days now, there has been a mysterious force taking over our clubs and bars in the east downtown. I already sent a few people, but unfortunately, no one came back."

This sentence had Keyller raise his interest. "Someone's trying to rub our territory, huh?" he smirked. His eyes shone with excitement. If this person could kill and infiltrate their domain, it means that he is capable of doing more than that. This gave Keyller reasons to go for this mission. "I'll go and hunt him. Let's see how skilled he is with my fist and sword."

"He is not just an ordinary gangster, Rafael. He took down five of our men in one single fight."

"Maybe they're from your lower bracket?" he smirked. "You always send them on a mission like this."

"Unfortunately, they are the elite team from the north," he answered straight.

Federico looked grime and Keyller understood that look. He finally made a serious face. When facing an enemy that you don't have any idea about their strength you need to put in mind, don't underestimate them.

He asked, "Who?"

"Supremo, and his men."