Two

"What the hell, Rafael? How many victims are already there today?"

Keyller lifted the corner of his mouth into a devilish smirk when he heard his comrade Shadow talking behind him. He continued torturing his latest victim, disregarding Shadow's comments.

"When I say four, is it too much for you?" Keyller sneered. His lips curled into an evil and menacing grin as he pierced the sword deep into the woman's chest and pushed it harder until it penetrated her back. Blood gushed out from the wound and a heart-wrenching sound bubbled up from the victim's throat, but Keyller didn't give any hint of pity.

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 him inside as he watched the woman's life slowly drain.

With the sword still twisted into the victim's chest, Keyller forcefully pulled it out and the blood from his victim flooded onto the already bloody floor. The metallic smell wafted into the whole room, but Keyller didn't dislike it. He smiled like a demon rising from hell claiming his victory.

He had just finished fucking this woman and, like everyone else, he needed to kill her after shooting his loads. This is his retribution for pleasuring a woman, the species he loathes the most. Fuck them and kill them.

He took a towel from a rack standing at the side before asking his comrade while wiping the sword clean of blood.

"Why are you here?" His brows furrowed. There is only one reason why Shadow visits his lair, an underground basement where kidnapped girls are imprisoned, and that is to deliver news from Frederico. This was where Keyller stores his victims before slowly butchering them one by one if he was thirsty to kill.

"Why do you hate women so much that you need to kill them after fucking them?" Shadow asked, unbelievably. He sat on the sofa, put his gun, then his legs on top of the table before taking a cigarette. He put it in his mouth but didn't light it.

Keyller dislikes the smell of cigarettes. Not because he knows that it was bad for his health, but because the image of his father smoking his tobacco comes to his mind and he doesn't want to think about it when he is in that state of a killer.

"They are killers and a nuisance in society." He sat on the sofa opposite Shadow and had his phone lying on the table. There was a message from Aoife, the matrona who owns him.

"How could you find a wife when you are like that, then?"

Keyller gave Shadow a 'what the fuck' expression. "Not interested."

"You will eat what you said when you taste the sweet life of being married to the woman of your dreams." Shadow had a subtle smile while playing his gun and looking at him with raised brows.

"Shut up, Shadow. That would never happen. Women are such a pain in the ass. It's like getting a rock and smashing it on my head."

After Keyller was left behind by his butler, he worked his ass off to feed himself, live and sleep on cold hard ground. He stole, killed, and became one of the most famous gangsters in the underground society. Right now, his boss, Frederico, was selling them as a gigolo to rich Matronas.

That's how Keyller knew Aoife. She was a famous mafia boss. Rich and one of the scariest women alive.

Keyller loathes women, but in order to survive and save some money for his vengeance, he stoops so low to live a filthy life. And Aoife will be his stepping stone.

"You haven't told me the reason why you are here. Who's summoning me this time?" Keyller leaned his tired body on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. His lazy posture reflects how tired he was.

Shadow's expression turned serious, but because Keyller's eyes were closed he didn't see it. "Frederico."

Keyller abruptly opened his eyes. He could see the serious expression on Shadow and he sat up straight. "What is it this time? I clearly told him that I am not to be disturbed when there is no important mission." His voice was deep. The laziness written on his face was gone. He leaned back again. Besides selling his bodies, Keyller was also a runner. In other words, a killer. And Frederico would give them missions from time to time, like killing their business rivals.

"Someone killed Supremo. He is summoning all the district leaders for a meeting to catch the traitor."

Keyller raised his brows. "Traitor? Someone dared to shit on Frederico's head?" he chuckled lightly. There was only one person he knew who would likely be a traitor, Draco. His archenemy in their group.

Keyller regarded Supremo as one of his good brothers. But having lost so many family members right under his nose makes him numb from feeling the loss.

"They are gathering in the North district at midnight. We'd got fifteen minutes before Frederico dismembered our heads. You know him, he hates tardiness." Shadow stood and took the gun that he had put on the table.

Keyller lazily stood up. He didn't like mingling with others. That's why he is reluctant to leave. "Why doesn't Frederico give me the name of those who killed Supremo and I'll handle it personally? You know I hate going to that place." His expression was grim as he fastened his sword at his back.

"Big boss calling. Do we have a choice?"

Keyller shook his head furiously. They go out together and let the corpse inside. He will deal with it later because Keyller doesn't want to give Frederico another reason to kick him out of his group if he keeps coming late.

They arrive at the North district about ten minutes later. After climbing down their big bikes and parking them outside the nightclub, the two proceeded inside.

What welcomed them was the noisy crowd, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and the bouncers who ushered them to go inside the VIP room.

"The boss is waiting inside."

One of the bouncers said before opening the door for them. But just as Shadow wanted to step in, he was suddenly stopped by the bouncer.

"The boss only wants him inside."

"What do you mean? Why am I not allowed inside?" Shadow struggled from the bouncer's hold but gave up when he couldn't break away.

Meanwhile, Keyller was already standing inside, in front of his boss. There was a small smile hanging on his lips but his eyes were sharp. He just knew it. Once Frederico called him, it wouldn't be that good.

"Do you know how much I value Supremo that I raised him as my second command?"

Keyller crossed his arms in front of his chest and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Please enlighten me, boss. Did you call me here just to ask me that?"

"Stop being so cocky, Rafael! We knew what you did."

Keyller lifted the corner of his lips and inclined his head to look at Draco standing in a corner.

"I am not talking to you."

Draco clenched his fist and looked at him full of contempt.

"Supremo. He died cruelly and I knew you have the same method when you torture your victims." Frederico took a gun handed by one of his henchmen and slowly rubbed it like it was his wife's butt.

Keyller felt a strong sense of bad premonition. His expression grew gloomy and he looked directly at Frederico.

"You're saying that I killed Supremo?"

"Why? Isn't that obvious? You have a powerful backup. You can even take the boss's place if you want to with your strong backer!"

Keyller turned towards Draco, who spoke again. He didn't understand where this guy's jealousy was coming from. Aoife wants him, not because he is of royal blood, but because of his handsome appearance. No need to argue over that. In the whole gang, the best-looking gigolo was him.

"Tie him!" Frederico suddenly declared.

Keyller became vigilant. He heightened his guard.

"Just because you have Madam Aoife to back you up, you can now act like you are mightier than us? Remember Rafael, you are not the royal heir anymore. You are just a puppet with the string tied to my hand!"

But before any henchmen walked to grab him, the door to the VIP room opened and a person came in. He had just met him twice and he didn't think he would come here and the moment that he needed a hand.

"Need a hand?"

Keyller let out a small smile and answered.

"I owe you one then, Mr. Morelli."