Chapter 8 HIS POV

Sean throwing a tantrum can be counted on the fingers. But because I've been with him long enough, I know that he has a habit of locking himself in his room or so that's what I thought.

Until he showed up in the middle of my operation.

My pinky finger in my left hand twitch at the sight of him. I tried to calm myself and fortunately, I succeed.

But some thoughts made it hard for me to do so.

'My plan...is ruined.'

I wasn't angry at Sean for ruining my plan. I was mad at myself for not taking into consideration that he might follow me and I was mad because everything was now ruined.

It was just a simple plan really.

I would infiltrate in here and find something that can be used against him. Well, I found some documents but they're not enough. And there's no better way to find things out than making Luis talk himself. I originally planned to torture him to make that happen, moreover, this room is sound proof and that makes one problem solve.

No one will hear, no one will come to help.

But I'm not that evil to kill him, and I'm not going to dirty my hands by his blood. Making him suffer throughout in his last years of life is much more preferable than him getting an easy death.

Luckily, I did get what I wanted without me needing to do anything.

I was actually surprised by what happened because I know he's not that talkative but maybe he was still affected by what Edward did that change him like this. If before he's a man of little words and by what I mean little words as in literally little.

I mean, he wasn't really going to talk for longer than a sentence but maybe if you get his attention he might talk more but that's it. He just left the talking to Edward and vuala, that's the end of the conversation.

Well, now that I think about it. The words he used make him sound soft, not that it matters to me anyways.

But let's just go back to the topic before.

After Sean entered the room, I know that the plan was no longer available. Everyone inside the building will soon come flocking in the room to catch Sean.

That's why I pointed the gun that I was cleaning before to Luis while he was looking at Sean with surprised. I jumped up on the table and quickly jump down to get near him.

"Tell your people to let us leave if you don't want a bullet dig through your head."

I whisper near his ear while the gun is glued on his nape.

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My mother died when I was 11 and before she took her last breath, she said something about my father. That he.is. the owner of the huge buildings in the city that has a name of Vercallion. From what I know before is that it's an agency, I don't really know of what kind of agency they are because I don't really have that much interest in those large buildings. Because my priority before is to earn some money in any kind of way that I know.

Whether it may be looking through trash and garbages to find something that still has value and sold it to some shop just to have some money. I even work and do some car wash to people with a low price using some limited water that I bought and tried to made it enough by not wasting even a single drop of water. The pay was high for me especially when they give me a tip but they're not enough to buy the medicines for mother and food for us.

And that type of occurrence was quite rare as not everyone pay right because some of them don't even bother and just run with their car without paying. Of course I wasn't able to chase them with my malnourished body and compare to the car, I'm much slower.

And when no one wants to get their car wash, I would go back to looking at garbages. There was even some usual event where I would fight for the place to other people so that I can take all of what I found without sharing anything to them. They're homeless, and they also live by doing what I do but I don't care.

I don't care about some people who I don't even know the names of and cut the money I earned to share it to them. The money I get will always not even be enough for mother, then why would I even bother to help them? I'm also in need too, not just them.

Call me selfish for all I care, I don't need people's opinions about me so keep it.

The money I get wasn't near enough when mother's condition worsen. That's when I started terrorizing places and demand pay for the beggars who live there.

I know how to fight and I'm good and that's why no one fought back, be it kids, adults or elders.

The strong will always be the winner, that's what my mindset before.

My situation lighten that time but it's already too late because Mother already died.

But when she told me about my father, I saw a little hope that I would be able to escape this fucked up place and start to live in luxury. I thought that I won't be left alone because I have a father not until I met him.

"Disgusting."

That's what the first word that left his mouth when I told him that I'm his son.

After telling him about mother and showing him an expensive necklace that mother gave me that was given to her by him. His eyes shows the clarity when he tried to remember who I was talking about, but his eyes quickly change to disgust and said that word.

"That damn whore really didn't abort the child." he even added.

My world felt like it was broken into pieces as his disappearing figure walk inside the building. The light and hope that I was holding disappeared into nothingness along with my heart.

I waited for him in front of the building the whole day and when I finally met him at exactly midnight, I was lost in the darkness of the night.

I wasn't even able to go home where Mother and I live as the landlady made me an outcast without even giving me anything we own inside. She take everything to make it up to the months that we haven't paid for staying in this small and worn down apartment.

I was left with the necklace my mother left me.

But I felt nothing, I didn't feel anything as I'm already broken enough that emotions wasn't even something that can enter my system. They just enter inside of me but as if I was leaking, they eventually vanished.

I live together with the other whom I took advantage of before and hurt for a few days, but I didn't do anything. I just stayed there and I didn't even know that I left there afterwards. I continue to walk without a proper destination not minding the world around me.

That's how I learned how the world is.

I thought that everything's already over...

Until I met her.