When the two men finished, the entire place was a total wreck. Even the sturdy wood furniture imported straight from Spain didn’t escape tragedy from the intensity of the fight.
Emilio Miguel’s delighted laughter filled the living room. He looked disheveled with torn clothes but his angelic beauty remained mesmerizing.
Meanwhile, René Alejandro was in a worse state than him. His supposedly durable biker outfit was barely hanging on his body. He was practically nude from the waist up. Disgusted at his defeat at the hands of the angelic-looking psychopath, he grabbed the remaining scraps of his shirt and jacket and tore them off from his body leaving him bare-chested.
“I’ll win next time,” he said while dusting his ripped pants. His brothers tried to help him but he waved them away.
The beautiful man chuckled. “Alright, my dear younger brother. Come at me anytime. This mission doesn’t seem to be as dangerous as the ones that I’m used to so I’ll need someone to spar with on a regular basis to maintain my best condition.”
René Alejandro snorted, not bothering to reply. Emilio Miguel waved a hand and the subordinates manning the safe house immediately started cleaning up the mess. Temporary plastic chairs replaced the expensive imported Spanish furniture, disgusting René Alejandro even more. He also didn’t appreciate that the people here looked more obedient to Emilio Miguel than to him. Or perhaps it was just his imagination due to his dislike of the other man.
He plopped down on a plastic chair and got himself another bottle of cold beer. Emilio Miguel did the same.
“Since we’ve settled the part about the two of us sharing the authority in this mission, I want to know next why the fuck did you order the murder of those four males who assisted Rose Young?”
Emilio Miguel shrugged and pressed the cold beer bottle he was holding to his neck where René Alejandro managed to kick him earlier. “They had become useless liabilities. Isn’t it only natural to kill them?”
René Alejandro’s nostrils flared.
“Ah, don’t tell me that you feel sorry for them?” The beautiful man looked like he just came upon the funniest discovery in the world.
The disgust in René Alejandro’s face became more apparent. “Tell me something more believable than that ridiculous claim, yes?”
“Then why do you keep bitching about those useless rats’ murders to me? If they’re dead, then they’re dead. What’s so complicated about that?”
“Fine. You already had them murdered so I can’t do anything about it anymore, no? I just find it unnecessary to draw too much attention to the fact that you murdered them by leaving their dead, mutilated bodies at a garbage dumpsite only for the authorities to discover them in such a high-profile manner.”
Once again, the extremely beautiful man shrugged as if the matter was none of his concern.
The man’s lack of accountability vexed René Alejandro to no end, especially when he liked being in control of everything in a mission as the one in charge, or in this case, one-half of the duo in charge.
“Have you seen the news? The discovery of the bodies are in the fucking headlines nationwide. You’re aware that this mission is still in the early stages, no? We have to be more cautious during this time and avoid attracting too much unwanted attention!”
“Don’t worry, René Alejandro. I know what I’m doing.”
“Hah.” René Alejandro looked up at the ceiling and sighed. There was no use trying to reason with a psychopath. It was just a total goddamn waste of time, energy and saliva. Their brains were wired differently from the rest of humanity. It was as if a part of their brain circuitry was not working or completely nonexistent.
“Relax, younger brother. Why so serious? Is that a trait of all of you, computer nerds? To take everything so seriously?” Emilio Miguel chuckled.
It wasn’t only René Alejandro who bristled at being called computer nerds. His brothers’ expressions also turned ugly. They all glared at Emilio Miguel but the beautiful man only laughed louder at their reactions.
Just then, a deliberate cough broke the tense atmosphere. All of them turned to look at the person who disturbed them. It was a Chinese man who was stationed to guard the safe house.
“What is it?” Emilio Miguel asked in perfect Mandarin.
“Boss Emil, Rose Young says that she’s hungry and wants some, er, juicy extra-long sausage and extra-thick fresh white cream.”
“Of course, she does.” Emilio Miguel didn’t move from his seat as if he had all the time in the world. “Tell her to wait for the delivery.”
“Yes, Boss Emil.”
After the Chinese man left and returned upstairs, René Alejandro threw a look of disbelief at the beautiful man.
“You’re fucking Rose Young?” he asked.
Emilio Miguel smirked. “She’s quite a good fuck. Body’s not my usual type but her skills are not bad.”
René Alejandro could only stare at the man’s nonchalance. “She’s a protected person of our organization, Emilio Miguel. You can fuck so many other women but why her?”
The beautiful man raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you want to fuck her, too? I can share.”
“Tsk.” Indeed, it was difficult trying to have a proper conversation with a psychopath. It was like trying to communicate with an alien.
He chugged the beer and tossed the empty bottle on the floor. It landed on its bottom without rolling. “I’m not going to bother with your decisions anymore. You never listen to me anyway, no? Just know that I’m washing my hands of all responsibility should the organization find fault in the treatment of Rose Young.”
“Alright. It’s all on me.” Emilio Miguel appeared easygoing but nobody could really figure out what was going on in his psychopathic mind.
René Alejandro rid himself of the psychological burden from learning about the murder of the four men carried out without his approval and from sheltering the high-maintenance Rose Young. She was only a pawn but still an important one. The organization needed her to control the ambitious Young family.
Now that the psychopath was here, Emilio Miguel could take over Rose Young’s matter. For the first time tonight, René Alejandro felt grateful to the Emilio Miguel.
Only a little bit.
Who wanted to babysit the slut?
Not René Alejandro.
