CHAPTER I: SCENE - THE BOHEMIANS II

Bullet lets out a scoff of exasperation as he inserted a woolen bag around the boy's head. The glasses were parted from those delicate and amber eyes, "Этот ебаный ублюдок. Had a hunch he would not cooperate, and speaking of the devil he did as I suspected" He spoke in a gravelly and deep tone as he fastened the rope along the neck to secure the bag around their head. The Man who stood there just watched Bullet's meticulous work in preparing the hostage for the impending displacement, "What do you expect? Youths these days are just born with renewed sense of stubbornness" He replied to Bullet as he took a whiff of that old tobacco pipe once more and smoke clouds followed, exiting his dry lips. Bullet scoffed in amusement as he lifted the boy's body, placing the lower abdomen on one of his big shoulders to maintain his balance as the hanging ends of the boy's limbs did the rest, acting as a leverage. "We have to take maylsh to the boss, he will know what to do with him" Bullet spoke with a darkened grin, the man froze for a few seconds before closing his eyes. "Very well then" He spoke as he inserted his revolver back inside his holster that was strapped on the side of his waist. Bullet knew that the man right behind him which in spite of his intimidating exterior, actually has the ability to empathize. Empathy, which is often despised by the bloodline of Bohemians.

But he makes no move to report it to the boss. Rather, he was more driven to idea of anticipating what course this man who has the potential of becoming the next heir of the Bohemian clan would take. He smiled widely just by thinking of it, those sharp and bloody teeth pointing out as he ponders of his plans. "Something the matter? Bullet? You look so. . . Provoked" the man interfered on his whirlpool of thoughts, Bullet almost forgot that empathizing was not the man's only talent. He shook his head in response as he sighed, "Nothing in particular, Aleksandr" He spoke in a soft and hush tone. His eyes narrowed into slits, Of course Aleksandr, I wanted to kill you, your adoptive father and your sinister brother! I wanted the clan under my reign, and for that. . . I must wait patiently. Bullet thought, his eyeballs rolling upwards due to the stimulation he is receiving. He turned to the man behind him with a profound, coy smile. "If it does not bother you, may I know who your brother is again? I never met him yet, and I figured he is arriving as of this day, I might need it in order to avoid unnecessary trouble in case of unexpected encounter" Bullet spoke in a sugar-coated way. Aleksandr raised an eyebrow as he scanned Bullet for a few seconds before responding, "My brother, does not have any interest in meeting low-classes like you". Bullet was astonished, Makes me want to kill you and him earlier. He thought, but that's when Aleksandr spoke again, "It is not important for a subordinate like you to know my brother, but since you are new and perhaps genuinely vigilant, I will give you spare information. My brother is a mass murderer, in disguise as a commander in a city somewhere in the East-Western coast. He trains goons and turn them into lethal weapons, actually he uses a specified drug that is way better than steroids. He learned it from an alchemy book our father gave us". . . Aleksandr spoke as he casually elbowed a car window and purged all the locks. Bullet did the rest of the work by loading the hostage in the backseat and fidgeting with the wires to force the engine to start which have turned on successfully. Bullet stared at the mirror that was hanging on top of the car's ceiling, his eyes glimmering. Your empathy always comes in handy Aleksandr, and for that I would want to make it less painful by killing you immediately in the future for the information you gave me. His eyes darkened as he processed his thoughts before stepping on the pedal, the car's engine let out a loud roar as the wheel created a loud screech due to the friction it has made against the icy road.

The Clan of Bohemians, known for its superiority and the terror it brings to this city. The one behind of the murder cases that happen each day, ruled by a man named Vegil Petrevoch Bohemian. Became a serial killer at the age of 14, created a nuclear bomb at the age of 19? His parents must've been out of their noggins. He created his own Russian Empire that challenges any clans whom are stupid enough to silently plan themselves their own funeral. Now, he raised two kids. Made them undergo the same regimen, one becomes an unlimited source machine for manpower that makes zombified soldiers. And one becomes a pathetic yet arguably the best combatant they have in their sleeve. If I kill each of them one-by-one, then I will be able to know their secrets. I will become the heir and access their basement and take those ancient books!! With enough patience, all of it will go smoothly as planned.

- “Bullet Ivanov” All of which have come from his own dark and evil thoughts.

Meanwhile, as bullet stared blankly at the road with drool, trickling down his chin as if he was daydreaming. Aleksandr stared blankly over the car window. From the start, he knew Bullet was a dangerous man. The way I froze earlier, I had to regain a semblance of my composure not to shoot him. He is a wild untamed beast, a double-edged sword in our clan. But, what was I thinking? Did I react when he suggested that we will let Father torture this boy to get the answer by force? But for what? He tought as he turned his head to look at the boy's body laid on the backseat cushions. "What's wrong with me?"

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