Mag-log inUno’s POVThe underworld is a harsh and unforgiving place.Tonight is just another evening in our many operations and dealings. The city is asleep and unaware of what is going on in the shadows.It is raining.I never really care for the weather unless it will get in the way of the mission. It has its perks and lately, it’s been raining a lot.I keep my head down, hiding using my hood as my eyes scan the alleyways and rooftops. We've been preparing for this risky operation for days.Dos remains at the safe house to give me updates while Tres handles the comms, tracking encrypted signals from the recently stolen devices that we dissected.The weapons crate that we reverse-engineered in the headquarters gave me an advantage against them just like I planned.There is no room for distraction. Especially tonight.The shadow is my friend. I use it to move inconspicuously with my steps silent through the rain.It's time to test our work.And what better to test it than the ones who created i
Clover’s POVI vowed to not be weak anymore and so today, I was up before sunrise.Stretching my limbs, I entered the training room. Last night, I asked Dos for permission if I can use their gym to exercise and practice my skills.Turns out, they not only have a gym but an actual training facility for that. Although now that I think about it, it would be weirder if they don’t have one.Sometimes I forget what they do. That they are a mafia.I guess in between the cooking, seldom meals, and witnessing their surprisingly chaotic dynamic every day, I started seeing them as normal people. As if I’m just with other tenants in this free high-end mansion at an isolated island.Oh how my life changed in a blink of an eye.Anyway, Dos said that I can use the training room so here I am.I also asked Cuatro to train me after he bragged that he's one of their best fighters. I’m quite skeptical since he doesn't seem serious but I have no other choice except for him.He's the only careless one who’
Clover’s POVLife goes on, as it always does. I almost forgot the threat to my life outside this island. I think I’m getting way too comfortable here. I have buried the night at the docks so far down that even I somehow convinced myself everything was fine. Yet one way or another, I have to face it.“Did you tame that crow?” Cuatro asks while eyeing the creature on my lap.“Not quite,” I say while feeding the bird with seeds from my palm. “I think it only hangs around me because of food, kind of like you.”Cuatro laughs and grabs the yogurt parfait I made beside me. “Hm, you’re not wrong.”We were sitting on the veranda overlooking the sea. He said that today is his day off but judging by how he is always lurking around, I don’t think he works as much as others. At least I have a buddy to save me from boredom.I faced him, “Say… can I ask you something?”“Shoot,” he replies in between a spoonful.“The night I tried escaping, some gang people appeared trying to kill me… I think, or t
Clover’s POVI’ve been spending more time in the laboratory these days and it’s been the closest I got to living my dreams—as long as I don’t think about how I got here.“Dos! This is abuse! What did I do to you?!” Cuatro exclaims as he is dramatically sprawled on the medical table, his good arm flailing as if he’d just been sentenced to execution. “I am still too young to die!”I squint my eyes at him, offended, as I fix my surgical gloves. “You do realize I once saved Uno from death itself, right? This is nothing compared to that.”Siete snorted, hands crossed over his chest across the room. “Don’t be a baby, if Boss survived, then you should be fine, lab rat.”His teasing just set off Cuatro more. “Laugh it up, jerk. I’m warning you ! If you so much as chuckle when I—”“Stop whining,” I cut in, reaching for the suture thread. “Just let me do my job, or I might accidentally stitch your arm to the table and let you grow into it.”Cuatro glared at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”I smirked, t
Uno’s POVI gathered my crew in the tech room. Rows of dissected weapons line the metal tables, blue cores exposed as I’ve been studying the residual energy of the tech we’ve stolen. It’s not easy to take it apart and not trigger an explosion.While we have been making progress in establishing Nero in the underworld, this is still a reminder that I’m far from the top of the chain.I don’t want us to just be a mafia with petty crimes and illegal operations, I want to dismantle and overthrow a lineage of empire that’s ruled unchecked for decades. Dos talks while tapping projections on the holo-screen. “Energy output is ninety percent stabilized. We can replicate their pulse rifles within a month if we get more cores.”“You think we can surpass it?” I asked without looking up.“I’m working on that,” he replies.I drag a fingertip along the spine of a dismantled rifle. Clean cut, foreign alloy, a signature that her bloodline built their legacy on. The same bloodline she has no idea about
Clover’s POVLife as a maid for a mafia group is not that bad. I make the best out of it.They mostly keep to themselves. I still think they’re very mysterious, I don’t know a lot about these guys. Still, I try to look at things positively. I’m alive and breathing. Then I realized that the island is actually beautiful if I wasn’t being locked inside.Also, I’m living in a mansion for free, not minding any rent in this economy. It’s the little things to be thankful for, I guess as I mow the front lawn.“Alright, everyone, don’t swoop in and get caught in the blades, okay?” I say as a murder of crows encircle around me. “I’ll feed you in a bit, no need to follow me all the time.”The crows are nicer too. Maybe it’s because I’ve been feeding them. Lately, food seems to work on everyone here. I wonder if I would’ve been a better chef than a doctor.“Are you Uno’s spies?” I ask the crows jokingly and put the mower aside, crouching and grabbing the seeds from my pocket.“Don’t all swarm at







