WHISPERS OF THE UNDERWORLD

TWENTY-FIVE YEARS LATER~SICILY IN ITALY>

<SIN-NATÎON>

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The large iron gate of the training hall opened from the top, falling on the ground heavily, causing dust to fly up as the trainees marched into the ground in one single line.

They all have a similar smell, the smell of blood, they're Bloody Sinners anyways.

Sin-Nation is the deadliest gangsters clan in Italy, and they're called Bloody Sinners for recognition anywhere in the Underworld.

 Play smart with them, then you'll pay the price with the most precious thing you own, your life.

It's surprising that they have a low number of gang members and they still rule, but they have every f**king reason to be, cos they're bossed by a devil who sold her heart to hell since birth. 

The trainees lined up in four different lines, ten people per line. Hands on their sides, fists folded, and face in space.

A dead silence descended in the place as Lambo stepped in, removing her gun from the straps of her black pants as she walked gallantly to them.

She's the tallest female in the clan, the gang hacker, also the closest to the boss. She handles the trainings.

Immediately she got to their center, she pointed her gun at the forehead of a trainee in the middle line, and without giving him warning, she pulled the trigger, shooting him directly on the heart.

His blood splashed on the face of the trainee beside him, but the trainee dare not more or make a sound as the guy went down dead beside him.

"First rule of Sin-Nation in chorus!" Lambo ordered.

"Be obedient to your superiors! Don't argue! And don't talk back!" They all chorused, and Lambo smirked before pocketing her gun.

"Now this motherf**ker did all of this last night, so he got the right verdict. Death!" She shouted, her loud scary voice echoing around the concrete room as Taylor came in with a black bag which she dropped on the ground beside Lambo.

Taylor is the gang logistics coordinator, she's in charge of the weapons, so she controls the artillery.

She opened the bag, and the trainees started stepping out one by one to get their guns.

"Face the dartboards!" Lambo ordered, and the forty trainees turned swiftly to the dartboards on the wall, aiming for the bullseye.

"Now make sure your f**king arms are on the right, if you fail to hit the dartboard, you're dead!" Lambo thundered again, and some of them began peeing on themselves as they reset their guns on the bullseye.

The smell of death filled the air already, ready to take whoever makes the slightest mistake.

No room for repentance in here, one mistake and you'll be in the bus to hell.

"Go check on the boss, she should be up by now" Lambo told Taylor.

Taylor only glared at no one in particular before walking away.

She made her way to the biggest apartment in the clan.

THE TERMINATOR'S DOMAIN was written boldly on the door. She took a deep breath before opening it slowly...

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<TERMINATOR'S DOMAIN>

The smokes coming from the devil's cigar formed a f**king thick cloud in the room, so much that it kept her face away from the dim light in the room.

Even without her face in the light, her smell would definitely fill up any nose that enters. She smells like carnage, total havoc and destruction.

The smokes began dying down by the minutes, and the first thing that came to view is a glass of bourbon on a metal stool in front of two female legs placed on each other.

A tattooed arm stretched forward and took the glass, then she brought it to her deep brown lips, sipping slowly from it.

Her face didn't come to view till she took the cup off her face, and when it finally did, a smile full of venom took over her stony face as she stared at the wall which was lined with pictures of people who have, and who will taste her wrath.

The people who made her birth a long story of sadness and agony, the monsters who made her this way.

Throughout her twenty five years of living, she has been gathering information about them, but it seems they all have high positions in the Underworld, so she has only been able to find out little.

The four gunmen who made her like this are top members of the most wanted crime syndicate in the world, called The Hunters. They're bossed by the most wanted man in the world, Godzilla.

Their speciality is killing people and stealing their organs for sale, freaking organ harvesters, and their identities are top secret. No one has ever seen what they look like, but her twenty five years search provided a fruit.

She was able to find out the face of one of the four gunmen.

His name is Alberto Gunner, a top politician.

The devil dropped the stick of cigarette in the bourbon glass and stood, walking to the wall.

Alberto Gunner's picture is in the middle of the numerous pictures. She smiled with just her lips as she pointed her gun at his forehead in the picture, shooting him there.

She'd start her hunt from there, it's time to shake the Underworld again.

"You're up, boss" Taylor finally entered, and she turned to look at her.

"Get me Lambo" she ordered.

"Here" Lambo came in with a smile.

"Figured out you might ask for me immediately. The trainee who talked back at Sylvester is dead" she reported.

"And where the f**k is Sylvester?" The devil asked.

"Always here" the handsome guy replied, walking in with a black hat on his long black jacket. He's the main hitman of the gang.

"Reports" the devil ordered, and Lambo walked to the Cyber table. She put it on and zoomed the picture of a guy out of neon.

"His name is Tiger, he's got the most powerful clan after ours, they're The Slayers. He's desperately looking for you" Lambo reported.

"What's his use?" Taylor scoffed.

"Isn't it obvious? Take him and make him an obedient kid here" Sylvester replied, and Lambo zoomed out another picture. It's a young girl this time.

"Her name is Zenith, she's their clan hacker, the most brilliant hacker in Italy who's wanted by many organizations. I feel like they'd be a great addition to our hunt if we can get them" Lambo said, facing the devil.

"What do you think, Toyota?" She asked. She's the only one who can call her by her name.

"Set the trap, we only need to get Tiger himself, then the rest is a piece of velvet cake" Toyota smiled sinisterly, her soulless eyes rolling.

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<SLAYERS CLAN>

"Oh f**k!" Jezebel threw her head back, eyes clamped close as she moaned for Tiger. He's between her open legs, watching her lose her damn mind with his fingers inside her, and his mouth around her cl*t.

He has been doing it for centuries, tasting her while she begs for more. He f**ked her fast, twirling his tongue around her cl*t.

He shifted his fingers so he nailed her g-spot. The speed was relentless, bouncing off her back wall as her soft p*ssy creamed nonstop.

His left hand clamped around her thigh, digging his nails into the plump thighs that cradled his head. 

"B....b..boss..." She tried to talk, but he has no intention to listen to anything she has to say. He kept enjoying his meal, shifting his fingers down so he could run them over her soaked p*ssy.

He dived his tongue inside while he thumbed her cl*t. She almost suffocated, wriggling hard as he shifts his fingers back inside her,three this time, and he curled them a couple of inches up.

"Boss!!!" She wailed shakily, holding onto the bed as tears of pleasure poured out of her greedy eyes.

He dragged his tongue back to her cl*t, nailing her g-spot as she c*ms all-over again. 

"F**k! F**k! Boss!!!" She screamed again when he flattened his tongue over her bud, torturing her till she shook even more, and that was when he raised his face from her middle.

He's shirtless, looking so hot with the dark tattoos and thick muscles as he licked his wet lips. 

His nose stud stood s*xily on his nose. Of all the tattoos on his body, the most significant one is one of a large snake, sitting on his chest with the stem of a poisonous flower in it's widely open mouth.

He looked down at Jezebel who's still lying in bed, waiting for the next shit, then he began unbolting his belt, ready to pull out his meat.

Jezebel smiled largely, ready to have him hard again. She's the gang b**ch, the only lady who never gets tired of the boss's d**k.

The door opened roughly, interrupting them as Chance came in.

"Told you to learn how to f**king knock before coming in here bastard!" Tiger roared, getting down from the bed.

Chance looked at naked Jezebel hatefully, then he returned his stare to Tiger who's now in front of him.

He's Tiger's junior brother, the only rebellious gang member. Doing things to his brother's annoyance is his speciality, and ask him who he hates most in the world, he'd mention Tiger. He's the logistics coordinator here .

"Knock on my brother's door before entering? Why? Cos you're f**king Jezebat?" Chance glared.

"I told you to stop calling me that a number of times! Chancellor!" Jezebel stood nakedly from the bed, and Chance glared at her.

"You should learn to stop calling my full name too, it disgusts me" he replied stonily.

"Chance!" Tiger shouted.

"The Terminator sent you a letter" Chance replied simply, and he raised a brow as Chance walked out of the room.

"The Terminator?" Jezebel's eyes widened, and Tiger rushed out of the room immediately.

Two guards followed him by the door, and the metals on his unbolted belt kept slamming on each other as his dark body walked the dimly lit corridor till he got to the computer lab where Zenith is waiting with Jaemin in front of the numerous systems.

Jaemin is Korean, the major hitman here.

"Here, boss" he tendered the letter, and Tiger took it quickly.

HEARD YOU'RE EAGER TO MEET ME, LET'S MEET AT THE JUNGLE, NO EXTRAS

"It's her, her mark is there" Zenith came closer, chewing gum as she pointed at the two baby heads in the letter.

"It might be a trap" Jaemin said.

"It's obviously a trap, that b**ch thinks she owns the Underworld" Jezebel replied, entering the lab.

"Of course she does, why else would she be named The Terminator? She's my role model" Zenith replied.

"You should go, at least you get a bullet in your skull and never come back" Chance said, coming in.

"Stop behaving like this, it's f**king sickening!" Jezebel spat, and Chance threw his axe at her.

She avoided it by bending back, and the axe got stuck in the wall.

"You got lucky" Chance muttered, and Jaemin smiled.

"Prepare the wagon, I'm leaving in five minutes" Tiger finally spoke, walking out of the room.

"Zenith, did you attach any camera to his body? We should watch his last moment at least" Chance said.

"You'll never change, f**king bastard" Zenith laughed.

"I'm scared, dunno why" Jezebel muttered.

"Don't be, it's boss we're talking about" Jaemin replied beside her.

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<JUNGLE~8PM>

Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants.

He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building 

It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world)

Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld.

Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name for herself and ruling the underworld which belonged to him in the first place.

He badly wants to meet the stealer of his spotlight.

He finished smoking the weed and disposed the stub before stepping into the jungle, the smell of oak oozing from him.

The moonlight shone brightly on his dark tats, beautifying his bulgy muscles.

He opened the creaky door and went in, meeting total darkness, but something feels weird immediately... The ground beneath him.

He looked down to see he's standing on a cracked spot, and before he could move, the spot crumbled down, and he fell from the room to another room, the concretes falling on his head.

He rolled away from the spot, getting his gun as he stood, and his eyes twitched when he came face to face with The Terminator herself. Her bloody face says it all even though she hooded.

"F**k" He muttered, getting his gun to shoot, but unknown to him, his gun has been replaced with an empty one when he was smoking beside his car.

No bullet flew out as he shot, and Toyota finally pulled down the hoodie from her head.

"I knew it, you're my little piece of cake, Tiger" she smiled cruelly and pulled the trigger.

Instead of a bullet, a tranquilizer syringe flew to his chest, and before he could remove it, it was already taking effect.

His eyes became drowsy, and he fell on his knees.

"By the way... You look... S*xy" he muttered before closing his eyes completely, falling mightily on the ground.