Cutting off testes.

Liam.

Six months ago, my life was filled with darkness. Guilt. Emptiness. A wound no one could heal. My only escape was the friendship I have with Flavio Del Junco. The guy I grew up with. Our mothers met each other at some snobby tea party one year after our births and we've been together ever since. We're like brothers, he's always been there to pull me back when the darkness swallowed me. I have committed a lot of crimes. A lot of crimes. I've killed alot, a lot of people, who in my defense completely deserved it, but none of their deaths keep me awake except 'his' death.

It haunts me, torments me. If only I had reached there on time, I would've saved him and that's what torments me. Though the nightmares aren't constant anymore, they're still there, reminding me of my bad decision.

Anyway.... enough with the past. I've been happy lately. Happy. An emotion that I hadn't felt in years, but am it feeling right now, because of an eighteen-year-old!!! whose my bestfriend's brother! I have definitely gone crazy.

If someone had come to me and told me I would kiss someone thirteen years younger than me and immensely enjoy it, they'd be six feet under, eating dirt with their ancestors.

Matt Del Junco. The most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Dark green eyes, thin pointed nose, pink plump delicious lips, porcelain skin and judging from the different hair colors he has whenever I see him, he definitely has an intriguing personality and his scent. Fuck, his intoxicating scent!!!!!. A gardenia like smell with a hint of rosemary. Other than mine, his is the only scent I can smell.

That time, I met him in the hallway of his house, I was following the rosemary scent that evaded my nostrils everytime I entered that house. I always thought it was coming from the garden so I didn't really care, but on that specific day, it was stronger, sweeter and seemed to be calling out to me , so I excused myself from the business talk I was having with Flavio and followed it.

The moment I laid my eyes on the source of that sweet scent, I had an internal nosebleed and one word crossed my mind multiple times, Beautiful! Though I hadn't met him before or seen his photo, I knew who he was. I had met Flavio's other siblings, the no-fun business man(Pablo) and the mercenary/ assassin I trained (Manuel) but I'd never met the Omega and on that day I knew I wanted him. Not because of his beauty or his scent but because I know an Omega who grew up in a family filled with macho Alphas, will be the best partner for me.

A partner who knows about the dangerous life I live, a partner who I can confide in and one who knows how to protect himself.

The kiss we shared that day, is like a permanent tattoo that has been on mind for six months. For six months I've been scheming, plotting, thinking of a way to make him mine and just last week it hit me. This thing most of my relatives call a disorder would be the best excuse to spend time with Matt and woo him into becoming my partner.

So with a few phone calls, I got the best doctors of the best hospital in the City, to help me with my plan.

Matt Del Junco will become my Omega, I don't care who I have to eliminate to make him mine, I don't care if his family is against it especially Flavio. I'll make sure Matt falls me, so we can have our own family. I can see little Alpha and Omega babies running around our house.

Arghhhhhhhhh. Now am thinking about children. I've definitely gone crazy. If Flavio heard the thoughts I have about his treasured brother, he would kill me.

Speaking of Flavio, he has been acting weird lately. Smiling at himself, having that sheepish look on his face, always looking at his phone, continuously yapping about that Louis guy. Sure the Omega is beautiful, though not as much as Matt, but how did he cure Flavio's paralysis. What did Louis do to attract Flavio? He seems humble and weak, am sure he's a submissive, how exactly did he lure Flavio?

"--ss. Boss." Arghhhhh, worst part about being a leader is that people are always asking for this and that. Consulting you about their problems. Asking which finger to cut off first. It's like they can't think for themselves. Isn't it obvious? The middle finger on the right hand is cut off first. Everyone knows that.

"Speak." I simply say, not sparing him a glance.

"W-what s-hou-ld w-we do with the hostage?" he asks stammering. Why is he stammering? It's not like am some villain, who's going to kill him at any moment, depending on my mood. Ruling an underground empire is not easy.

"Repeat that. Without stammering." I say, still staring at the dull beige wall.

I hear him take a deep breath. I like how most people get anxious around me. "What should we do with the hostage, Boss?" hmmm, he didn't mention the 'boss' part before. Since I'm in a good mood, I'm gonna let it slide.

"How many children does he have?"

"Five, Boss."

"Instead of his fingers, cut off his testes. He must be tired of taking care of babies. How old is he?"

"Fifty four, Boss."

"Good. Go take care of him, with our best tools. Make sure he gets no infection and doesn't bleed too much but he must feel the pain and inform him that the next time he so much as thinks of betraying me, the whole thing comes off." by best tools I mean the bluntest of the blunt.

"You're very generous, Boss." and with that, I heard his footsteps disappear. Of course I'm generous, I didn't cut it all off. What would an old Beta like him need testes for anyway?

Now back to who I was thinking about, Matt. I should give him a gift, next time we meet. An art student would definitely want an art piece from his favorite artist.

Now, who is his favorite artist?