8. Leo

WARNING

"Khiro, have you ever fallen in love with two women?"

"Hell no. That's disgusting."

I smirked. That was Khiro for you-heart colder than a corpse. The guy doesn't fall in love; he breaks hearts for sport.

"Womanizer alert," I teased.

"Fucking gross, man. You might be the boss here, but don't hit me with that kind of cheesy question."

He threw the book he was reading at me before walking out.

"Sky-"

"My apologies, Don. But I don't have any interest in women." His face was blank. Emotionless. That's just how Sky is-calculated and cold.

"Anyway," I shifted gears, "any updates on the incident at my company? Any leads at all?"

"We're still digging, Don," Sky replied. "But one thing's clear-the enemy is connected to the Rebel Knights again. They're growing bolder. We need to put them down before they get out of hand."

I scoffed. "They don't bother me. Not even their associates. Especially when I have you, Alpha, Bullet, Caliber, and the rest of my men behind me. Their whole syndicate is a joke. Just a bunch of punks pretending to be mafia because they deal in drugs and dirty money."

...

Once my schedule was cleared, I boarded my chopper, waiting on the rooftop. With guards in tow, we flew straight to one of my remote warehouses on a private island-no surveillance, no interruptions.

As we landed, Butler Chad welcomed us at the entrance.

"He's in the basement. Looks like he's the rat who's been feeding intel to the enemy."

"Good work, Butler Chad. Take the night off. We'll handle this."

Khiro, Sky, and I headed to the basement-a concrete hellhole, soundproofed, where we dealt with traitors and spies. The room reeked of blood and iron. A place only demons could survive.

"Who the fuck's behind Natalya's plane crash?" Sky's voice cut through the silence like a blade.

The man tied to the chair flinched. Khiro stepped in, eyes sharp.

"And the Yacht Explosion. Who pulled the strings?"

I joined in, my voice was low and dangerous. "And the massacre in Baguio, ten years ago. You killed my mother. Our intel's circling back to one name. Just one. But something's jamming our trace. So, unless you want your fingers rearranged-talk."

"I-I don't know anything! I swear-I just follow orders!" He was already crying. Weak fuck.

"What were you doing in my lab a few months back?" Khiro asked again.

"I don't know! Please, believe me! I was just following instructions!"

Sky had enough. The guy didn't even flinch as he grabbed a blade and pinned the traitor to the steel table. The scream that followed was music to my ears.

"One last time. Who's behind Natalya's plane crash?" Sky's tone was deadly calm.

The man stammered, "I-I've never seen the Big Boss. I only talk to someone they call his right hand. I swear!"

Sky's eyes narrowed. He grabbed a saw.

"No! Please! I-I think I heard the name once. Not sure, but it sounded like... Y-Yrab! That's what they call him!"

Khiro turned to me. "That name ring a bell?"

I shook my head. Sky looked like a storm waiting to explode. He always kept secrets-deep, dangerous secrets that even I didn't know. We didn't trust each other, but we respected the lines we weren't supposed to cross. He wouldn't dare betray me-at least, not yet.

I sank into the couch, watching him work. Blood sprayed with every strike. He picked up a hammer, and without hesitation, slammed it down between the guy's legs. The scream was bone-chilling.

"Drink?" Khiro handed me a glass of whiskey. I didn't say a word. Just downed it.

Next came the limbs. One by one, Sky shattered them. The guy was twitching like a dying squid-arms and legs useless, broken. I laughed under my breath. This was control. This was power.

Suddenly, one of my men barged into the room. Normally, no one entered this room except the three of us. But I allowed Alpha-my most trusted enforcer-to cross that line.

"Don, sorry to interrupt, but I've got something you'll want to hear."

I didn't even look at him. "Whatever it is, it can wait till morning. I'm done for tonight."

"I understand, Don... but it's about her. Your childhood sweetheart."

My fingers froze around the glass.

I slowly turned to him. "What did you just say?"