CHAPTER 3: Traitor

Hugo's Point of View

"Where is it?" I seriously asked Fang as I got out of the room where Nala was staying.

"Pamposh Tower, my Lord. Lobby," he answered.

He handed me a stick of cigarettes and lit them up. I held it between my index and middle fingers before inhaling as much smoke as I could. I exhaled, a mellow sensation rolled through my bloodstream like a warm bath. Fuck, that was good.

Fang is one of my subordinates, but I honestly don't trust him. Well, I don't trust anyone, to be exact, and Fang wasn't an exemption.

I licked my lower lip and hopped inside the car as we got out of the mansion. I first looked at the room where that woman was staying before the car finally left.

I leaned against the headrest and closed my eyes. I couldn't help but form a smirk as I thought of that woman's furious face a while ago.

My jaw clenched.

I can't fucking forgive her for kicking off my balls that night and also because of the effect she had on me. I kept jacking off that night until my hand got numb just by thinking of her face that keeps popping inside my head automatically, 'causing my cock to throb in need.

As our car arrived at Pamposh Tower, I immediately threw my unfinished cigarette on the ground. Fang led the way through the lobby of the tower mentioned. It was already twelve o'clock, but no one could stop me from cutting off that bastard's head for being a traitor inside the Omega Organization.

He's good at fucking hiding, huh?

I've been looking for him for almost five months, and I just found him now. Thanks to my sources and the men who did their best to track this bastard's location. I'll give them credit later.

Associates bowed their heads as I passed through the hallway. Some of them were greeting me politely, but I don't give a fuck. We stopped at the edge of the hallway, where the automatic steel door had been placed.

"He's inside, boss. We're trying our best to let him confess his unloyalty, but he's too stubborn," said one of my men who was guarding the door.

"I'll take care of it," I said. "Give me my gun," I commanded and extended my hand.

When I felt the cold gun in my hand, I quickly scanned my palm on the verification scanner. The door opened right away. Fang followed me. As soon as I entered the room, I immediately heard the irritating laughter of Salvatore and Zamora. I frowned.

What the hell is this motherfucker doing here?

"Damn! I'm enjoying it here," I heard Salvatore say, followed by his annoying laughter.

"Why doesn't this fucker want to confess?! He's going to die for nothing. Look how weak this traitor is. He just slapped, but he passed out again," Zamora added.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I saw the three of them surrounding the traitor of the organization.

They all turned in my direction in unison upon hearing my voice.

"Woah. We've been waiting for you, Lion. How come you're late?" Salvatore said with a grin plastered on his lips.

He walked in my direction and put his hands on my shoulders.

I glared at him. "Get off, you dickhead," I warned.

He immediately obeyed while still laughing.

I turned to the traitor. As I laid my eyes on Samson, the blood in my veins flaked together at my fingertips, giving me the strength to pull the trigger and bury the bullet into his skull down to his brain until he died.

I smirked when I saw his situation. This is far from the Samson I used to be with. He looks trashy, and I love it very much. I love this view. His hands were tied up. His body was full of wounds and blood due to the whip that was repeatedly beaten.

"Wake him up," I commanded once again.

I turned to Velasco, who was just watching us while sipping his whiskey in his rock double glass.

Aside from me, Velasco and Samson were closed before. But because Samson wasn't loyal to this organization and chose to betray me, he betrayed us. I think he deserves to die at the hands of the first person he has loyally served before.

Am I right?

We turned to Samson at the same time when he suddenly coughed one after another after pouring a bucket of cold water with many ice cubes on it. Fang slightly slapped his cheeks in order to get sober.

Samson glared at him. "I-I told you that you don't have—"

He didn't finish what he was going to say when our eyes met. His eyes widened and suddenly filled with fear, as if he saw Satan standing in front of him.

"L-Lion..." he whispered, shuttering.

I grinned as I watched him be consumed by his own fear. I have known Samson since I was a kid. He was a loyal dog to my father back then. In fact, he is one of the reasons why I am here today... And why am I in this position...

"You're weak! You will easily get killed like your brother if you continue being weak like this, Lion! I can't believe that you are my son! You can't even swing that knife properly!"

"I'm s-sorry, Dad. I promise I'll do better. I w-won't… I won't disappoint you again," a nine-year-old me bravely pleaded while controlling my eyes not to get teary in front of my father.

"I have already been disappointed with you since you were born and when you killed your mom, Lion," he said, making my heart break.

He left me alone again on the training ground, like he always does when I'm sloppy. I thought I was already used to it. I thought it wouldn't hurt me anymore if Dad blamed me again for Mom's death.

Is it really my fault?

Mom died when she gave birth to me, and while I was growing up, my dad kept telling me and reminding me about my mom and how she died because of me. As I grew up, it was also imprinted on my mind that I was the one to blame. I was the reason she died.

"Are you okay, Lion?"

I immediately wiped my tears with the back of my hands upon hearing Samson's—my dad's loyal subordinate, voice.

"Leave me alone, Samson. I can train by myself. I snapped and swung the combat knife in the air.

I heard Samson take a deep breath.

"It's not like that. Don't bring the knife too close to you because instead of your opponent getting hurt, you might hurt yourself," he stated and guided my hand in the right direction.

"I told you! I can do it myself!" I hissed and simply threw the knife and turned away.

"Shit!" I heard him groan in pain, causing me to turn in his direction.

As soon as I saw him, my feet were automatically buried in the ground. I can't move. I do not know what to do. I was just watching him stop the blood dripping from his arm that I didn't know was hit by the knife I threw earlier.

Samson turned to me. He wasn't looking hurt or anything. He even smiled.

"I'm fine," he said. "I think you need to learn not to feel sorry, Lion."

My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"You will be the next boss of the organization. You will be the next to sit in the highest position. When you learn to fight and find out the ins and outs and how to run the organization that your father handles, you will be the one who sits in the underboss position. And when the current boss dies, you will be the one to take his place," he explained. "Learn not to have mercy on people. Killing and torturing are the fundamental concepts of this world. When you have mercy, you will quickly be overthrown by your enemies."

"But I don't want to be like my dad!"

"You won't. I didn't say you have to be like your dad. All I want to say is that not everyone you know is on your side. Not everyone is your ally either. Do you understand me?"

I nodded.

After that day, Samson became my trainer instead of my father. He wasn't cruel like my dad, but he was strict enough for me to learn from the basics to the hardest weapons that we have.

When I stepped ten years. Dominic Velasco— son of my father's high-ranking soldier, joined us. Samson trained him just like he taught me.

Samson was indeed right. Not everyone I know is on my side. Not everyone is my ally either. All the people inside and outside of this organization were not worth trusting. All of them will betray you in the future. Even the closest person you knew.

Just like Samson did to me and him...

He knew me better than anyone else. He knew how I played with death. He witnessed how I enjoyed killing without mercy. He witnessed everything. But unfortunately, he, himself will experience everything that he taught me before. Unfortunately, that's his fate.

"L-Lion, have mercy. Don't kill me, I'm begging you," he begged.

I chuckled to hide the resentment that was forming in my chest.

"Are you kidding me, Samson? I don't have mercy, remember?" I said and smiled. I place my gun underneath his chin and put my finger on the trigger.

"Speak or d—"

"Lion."

I slowly turned my head in Velasco's direction upon hearing his voice for the first time since I stepped foot inside this room. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Samson, who was pleading for me to spare his life.

"What? Are you going to volunteer to kill this bastard?" I asked.

His brow furrowed and he said, "No."

"Then, what do you want?!" I snapped.

"Woah. Are you guys fighting?" Zamora butted in.

"Shut up, Rocco. Didn't you enjoy it? This is a good scene. Damn."

I glared at Salvatore upon hearing that. Are we playing around here? What if I shoot him first instead of Samson?!

"If he says who ordered him to do that thing, will you still kill him?" he asked.

My brow rose, and a chuckle escaped from my mouth.

"Why would I tell you about my plans, Velasco?"

He took a deep breath.

"What do you want me to do for you to trust me, Lion?"

I stood and faced him. I cocked the gun I was holding and then handed it to him.

"Then, kill him. Kill him in front of m—"

A loud bang from my gun enveloped the whole room after Velasco quickly grabbed the gun I was holding. In just a snap, he pulled the trigger without even blinking.

Velasco shot Samson's head three times without a trace of regret in his eyes.

"Thanks for giving me the honor to kill this traitor, Lion," he said.

"Tss. Dickhead," I replied, and I turned my back to leave the room.

I'm done here.

"Shit! If only I had known that Dominic was going to shoot this fucker, I would have taken a video! Shit!" I heard Salvatore rant.

"Are you stupid? Do you want Lion to hang you next and have Dominic killed?!" Zamora talked back.

I just didn't pay attention to them. I shut the door and left the room. Just like what happened earlier, associates bowed their heads as a sign of respect. A respect that I've worked hard to gain.

I stopped and opened the white door at the other edge of the hallway. This is our organization's headquarters in this tower, but this isn't our main headquarters.

I went inside alone, went straight to the mini bar, and sat on the stool in front of the counter. I put an ice cube into an old-fashioned glass and poured rum.

A mellow sensation of alcohol enveloped every corner of my throat as I gulped the mentioned alcohol. It wasn't enough. I want more. I took out my cigarette and lit it up with my lighter. A combination of the strong taste of rum and cigarettes made my veins throb with contentment.

Damn! I like this feeling.

I closed my eyes. I feel exhausted for an unknown reason. I did not expect what Velasco did earlier. I didn't expect that he himself would kill the person he considered a father.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. An image of that woman in my mansion occupied my dark vision. And just like her effect on me that night, my cock reacted like a madman.

Fuck! What the hell is happening with me?!