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Silas merely smiled. "After going through what I've found out carefully, you can't even call these children kids—they're criminals who belong behind bars." Taking a step forward, his voice dropped, dark and menacing. "So, trust me when I say I'm not joking. It wouldn't take much for me to ruin your lives. I'm not a good man, and I don’t pretend to have the morals you claim to have to save face."

"What?" "Ipangako mo sa 'kin na hindi tayo mananakit ng tao. Wala tayong sasaktan o papatayin. I'm only a thief, not a murderer." Pinagtawanan siya ng binata. "What's the difference? Murderer or a thief... you're still a criminal." Naging seryoso ang ekspresyon ng mukha ni Alessa dahil sa isinagot ng binata. "I am not going to kill for money, Lucas. Hindi ako ganun kadesperada."

“That’s new.” His eyes changed, but his smile remained. He slowly tilted his head as he whispered, “Not all criminals kill. Think of us as illegal charity workers. We donate to the poor what we rob from the rich, after all.” The people consider them modern-day Robinhoods. It flatters them, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg of what they actually do. And to make them look good, it’s what they usually tell others. Some believe them, some don’t. They don’t care. They live to be the upright menace of society.

“You are telling us…” “I am saying that crimes like that have no defence” Sebestian interjected. “If one of our people decide they don't like our laws, we stand united, they are not a A-Class or B-Class they are a criminal and shall be treated as such. How can we expect our people to trust that we are working in all of their best interests if we let one or two slip through the cracks?” he asked them all. “And this applies to your A-Class too?” Jace asked, his eyebrows in his hairline. “You are saying if it is one of your people, that they will be punished the same way a B-Class will?” he asked.

Also, his life was on the line, and I would rather die in Giovanni’s hands than let him kill my Tristan. “Tristan, I was... no… I am a criminal. How am I supposed to tell that to a therapist? She’ll get me arrested.” “What do you mean?” His tone was still surprisingly calm. “What type of criminal?” “A horrible one.” “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” He held my hands, giving them a slight squeeze. “I...” My heart beat rate spiked up at every second that hit the clock. Shutting my eyes, the words spilled: “The type of crimes that involved ending people’s lives...” I finally admitted.

“That? “Let's start again, for real, without lies, without deals, without games, let's start a life together, let's be a family. The truth is, I'm tired of being the villain. I am not renounced to be what I am, which makes me a criminal, but I am willing to reciprocate, what do you say?

The life that I have now accepted as my own. This life that I have accepted is one that I have never even considered getting out of. I am a murder. I am an assassin. I like to bring pain to the people in the world whether they deserve it or not. I am a monster. I do not have a soul. I do not get or give second chances. I am undeserving of anything good. This is exactly where I am meant to be. This is who I am. Now, that I have brought here the very thing here that could interrupt it, I am going to have to make a choice.

I laughed softly because I wasn't going to stay here and watch myself being degraded into becoming a criminal like all of them. "You have the wrong perception about a lot of things ma, the boss is not as wicked as you want to make him look. These people go out of their way to make sure that he looks like the bad guy but I assure you that it takes a lot of things to make a person become a bad guy and when it comes down to this, nobody can always change your mind except you." My vision was already blurring but I wanted to see him suffer. Being alive was going to make him very grateful to begin his life of chaos but if I stopped it before it became wild, he would never forgive himself.

His confusion looked genuine, as though my behavior didn’t align with what he expected. This time, I was the one confused. I squinted slightly at him. “Do I have to be unkind to you? And for what reason exactly?” “The mafia world isn’t what you think it is,” he explained quietly. “We aren’t condemned by the law for our mistakes. Death becomes the justice.” His gaze hardened slightly. “I killed people before.” There was no pride in his tone—only fact. I held his gaze steadily. “Are you going to kill me, William?”