Loud motorcycle engines disturbed the peaceful night in a rural area filled with agricultural fields that barely had any habitable houses in sight. The motorcycles sped through the bumpy road like daredevils.
They left the main road and entered a narrow trail surrounded by wild trees and bushes. The trail was not paved in any way but worn out from the frequent passing of people on foot and small vehicles.
After a while, a building finally became visible from a distance. It was a simple, unpainted, concrete two-storey house. The motorcycles skidded to a stop right in front of the house, spreading clouds of dust, dirt, and small stones while doing so.
The leading motorcyclist removed his helmet while the rider behind him climbed off. The others following behind them followed suit.
By this time, a number of people came out from the shadows. A few of them came from inside the house while the majority seemingly appeared from out of nowhere.
“Boss René, welcome back,” one of them greeted.
René Alejandro nodded. He swept his eyes at the dark building. There was no visible light whatsoever outside but he knew that it was a different story inside.
“The fucker is in?” he asked.
The man who greeted him looked a little taken aback at his phrasing and was unable to respond right away.
Someone tugged René Alejandro’s arm. “Brother, calm down.”
“Calm down, my ass. That puta madre dares to step on my authority! I’m already doing him a service by not crushing his little balls, no?”
An amused chuckle interrupted René Alejandro. “Little balls, you say? Ah, René Alejandro, all the women I fucked can’t fit my balls and especially my dick inside their mouths.”
René Alejandro sneered. “The women you fucked must have small mouths, then.”
The voice continued chuckling. “You’re childish as ever, René Alejandro.”
“Fuck you! You’re the one who’s childish!”
The chuckle became loud laughter. “See what I mean? That’s what you get when all you do is play with your little computers all day long. You never grow up. Tsk tsk.”
René Alejandro growled and looked ready to pounce at the yet unseen figure speaking from inside the house. His brothers held him back and murmured some words in an attempt to calm him down.
“Come in, my childish younger brothers. Or do you all want to become food to the nasty blood-sucking mosquitoes out there?”
René Alejandro snorted before swaggering inside the house with his brothers following behind him. The inside of the house looked completely different from the outside. It looked elegant and even luxurious with all the imported Spanish handmade furniture and area rugs. He was the one who had the place redecorated to meet his personal aesthetic style because the original place looked more like a haphazard store room than a safe house.
Sitting on an ornately carved sofa with built-in plush cushions was an extremely beautiful man. He had blonde hair with the bluest eyes that most people had ever seen in their lives. His features were delicate yet masculine at the same time. He was, without a doubt, a man oozing with masculinity and yet looked more beautiful than most of the women in the world. The corners of his lips seemed to be always lifted in a subtle, mysterious half-smile.
René Alejandro was already immune to the other man’s beauty because he knew that beneath the angelic looks hid an ugly, bloodthirsty, insane, evil psychopath.
“Why are you here, Emilio Miguel?” he demanded, glaring at the beautiful man.
“And hello to you too, my dear younger brother.”
“This is my mission. You already know that I’m in charge here, no? Why did you suddenly make your own decisions without informing me?!”
“Why don’t you sit down first?”
René Alejandro glared at him like he wanted to shoot lasers out of his eyes and fry the beautiful man into ashes, but he still moved to plop down on another empty sofa. His brothers also spread out, some sitting down while the others leaning against the wall, but all of them were in strategic locations meant to protect their leader and brother René Alejandro just in case things go awry tonight.
The extremely beautiful and angelic-looking man chuckled in amusement upon seeing their obvious protective positions. He waved a hand and cold bottles of beer were delivered.
“I haven’t seen my adorable younger brothers in more than two years. I want to give a sincere toast to our warm reunion. Cheers!”
The others looked at René Alejandro, unsure of whether to accept the toast. René Alejandro waved a hand, allowing them. He also grabbed a bottle for himself and tipped it in acceptance of the toast before chugging the beer, almost emptying half of it in one go.
Emilio Miguel sipped his own beer in a more leisurely manner. His soft, alluring smile didn’t reveal any of his real emotions.
“Go back,” René Alejandro said. “I’m enough to lead this mission.”
The beautiful man’s half-smile deepened, yet his eyes remained cold and unreadable as if they were devoid of any life.
“That is not possible. This is my mission now as well.”
“Says who?”
“Uncle.”
“Papá?” René Alejandro frowned. “Why didn’t he tell me about it himself?”
Emilio Miguel took another sip of the beer. “You know about Uncle’s situation. It’s not very convenient for him to contact anyone safely. Too many eyes watching and ears listening. But we only have to endure for a little more. He’ll show his fangs again soon after he finishes his current project and fucks up all those government entities who are delusional enough to believe that Uncle is under their control. When that time comes….”
His smile grew wide, showing his perfect set of white, straight teeth. “We will rise to the very top, even higher than what the fallen emperors reached and longer than they reigned.”
René Alejandro didn’t reply but he could see out of the corner of his eyes that some of his brothers were nodding in agreement. Thus, he quickly changed the subject.
“Fine. If you’re already assigned to this same mission, it can’t be helped, no? But unless Papá removes my authority, I’m still the one in charge here. You have no right ordering the murder of those four males without my approval!”
