Chapter 4
Opening the door of a room Cristino entered..
Cristino Russo (ML)
Uncle may I come in?
Roman Russo
*turns around sitting on a chair*
The old man were sitting on the chair like a king. Well a wicked king. His eyes was blank.. Deprived of any kind of emotion.
His voice lacked warmth.. Those were as cold as a ice.. Ice that could cut through your skin and bleed you to death
Cristino entered into the room.. And stood in front of the massive oak table
Roman Russo
So tell me my weapon.. Did you take care of that man?
Cristino Russo (ML)
Yes I did uncle. He's dead. The guards have already gotten rid of everything
Roman Russo
*Smiles* That's the way I like it..
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.. Strangely it did not look like he was smiling. It was more like a snake waiting to bite you the moment you turn around
Cristino Russo (ML)
*silent*
Roman Russo
*raise his brows* answer?
Cristino Russo (ML)
No uncle..
Roman Russo
*staring at him*
The man looked at Cristino like he was trying to see through his soul..
Cristino Russo (ML)
*silently staring at him*
Roman Russo
*nods* okay.. Then. You may go now.
Cristino Russo (ML)
*nods his head* I'll take my leave then uncle.
Turning around Cristino was about to leave.. But stopped abruptly
Cristino Russo (ML)
Uncle?
Roman Russo
*looks at him*
Cristino Russo (ML)
A weapon is always deadly.. You know that right?
Roman Russo
*clenches his jaws*
Cristino asked in such a way that anyone would think a child is asking his father a simple question. But only the atmosphere could tell how much ruthlessness was hidden under the simple question.
The temperature of the room suddenly dropped. The silent breathing of two people almost resembled two animals breathing
Finally, after 1 full minute which felt like one eternity the silence broke..
Roman Russo
That's why one should always keep the weapon under control
Cristino Russo (ML)
Only if that person is capable of keeping it under control.. Otherwise, a simple mistake and the weapon can slit the throat of him.. By Mistake of course *smirks*
Roman Russo
*Clenches his fist*
Cristino Russo (ML)
*nods his head* I'll leave now uncle.
The old man sat on the chair with his clenched fist and eyes like stone.
Cristino silently left the room without turning back. Leaving the old man in his own fire
Roman Russo
Cristino Russo.. *mumbles* I'll see how MY weapon is gonna slit MY own throat
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