Thomas Robinson

In the headquarters, a handsome man is sitting with dignity, he crosses his bent legs while turning a glass containing expensive wine from one of his wineries. Soon the man's cell phone vibrated showing a message notification which was able to make his smirk lifted.

"Mission complete!" The contents of the message made the handsome man stand up and walk over to the window in the room.

He is Thomas Robinson, a leader of a mafia clan engaged in various fields. Trading organs, selling drugs and weapons is familiar to him. For small things Thomas does not need to intervene, there is always someone he can trust who is always loyal.

Not only selling drugs and all kinds of legal trade in the underworld, he is also the owner of the largest winery in the city so no one would have thought that Thomas Roberto was a leader of a mafia clan who was respected among the underworld.

Only certain people he invites to plunge into his black market world, if anyone dares to divulge his secret as a mafia leader let alone betray his trust, then it is certain that that person only needs to say goodbye to his life, Thomas really doesn't like betrayal especially from people who have trusted him.

"In fact, I can bring the name 'Black Death' to be so respected in the underworld. I'm no longer the Thomas that only you can use," Thomas muttered with a lopsided smile and drank the wine down.

The man then put the glass away roughly, dissatisfied with the little thing he had just done, then Thomas threw the glass against the wall and it shattered.

"I will never stand by and let you live in peace just like that! You must feel the pain of what my parents felt! You must have accepted it more painfully many times over!" Thomas said excitedly, clenching his fists into fists.

A knock on the door made him turn his head to see who it was. One of his confidants came dressed in all black, the man in front of him then took off his mask before reporting to the jungjunan.

"Everything is safe, sir. The mission is also completed," he said, bowing respectfully.

Thomas pulled the corners of his lips at the news, he didn't like failure, carelessness, let alone leaving a trail. It was enough that people out there only knew that he was only a businessman and winery owner, but not for his underworld group.

"Good, go! Enjoy your success!" Thomas said before leaving his room followed by the young man who had just reported to him.

Thomas walked towards his beautifully parked car, the young man then stopped his steps and turned to face the man who was following him from behind.

"How is the recruitment of the maids in the mansion?" asked Thomas.

"It's been selected, sir," he said, still with his head down.

"Good job, your ability is not in doubt," said Thomas praising his confidant.

"We're going back to the mansion!" the man ordered which immediately got a nod of the head from his confidant.

His black metallic Porsche drove through the busy streets of London, he checked several emails that had entered his cellphone. A faint smile was clearly printed on the man's lips. For women Thomas's smile might look sexy and seductive, but for the underworld and business circles who know that Thomas is cold-blooded, his smile is something terrible.

"Good! I don't have to bother looking for a way if the loophole is on him," Thomas muttered after reading one of the emails that said that one of the businessmen tried to take him down, but instead he was stuck with his game.

The car that Thomas was traveling in was parked smoothly in the garage of his luxury mansion, when he entered the mansion Thomas was greeted by a neat line of trained bodyguards. They even risked their lives to protect Thomas.

"Bring the maid who wants to work here to my study!" he ordered before entering his study.

Thomas turned around as several women entered his study, the woman who applied for a maid job at his residence was under thirty-five. But there was one person who made him freeze. He was staring intently at the girl who was bowing her head looking at the marble floor in Thomas' room.

"You already know the rules in this mansion?" Thomas asked in a flat tone that made the cold aura in the room feel eerie as if it seeped into the pores of their skin.

"Brad, explain!" Thomas ordered while crossing his arms in front of his chest watching the faces of the prospective maids in his mansion one by one, frightened, depressed, and challenged expressions were there from every face he looked at. However, since then Thomas's eyes have never turned away from the figure of a girl who looks familiar in his eyes.

"Close your eyes, keep your mouth shut is something that must be obeyed when you work here, whatever happens in this mansion don't let anything leak out. If that happens then be prepared to apologize with your lives! So, before you work it's best to think carefully about the rules. Because, once you enter this mansion you will have to serve forever!" said the man Thomas called Brad.

After Brad said that one of the six prospective maids sat on the floor staring at Thomas.

"I... I'm afraid I won't be able to do this, sir, please let me go!" he pleaded with his body shaking with fear, even his hands were clasped together like he was praying.

Thomas smiled faintly in response, he turned his back to the people in the room.

"Brad, get it done!" Thomas ordered them to leave them in his study.

"Those of you who agree to the rules of the mansion please come out, there will be a butler there and show you the room you occupy," Brad said to the five people who were still faithfully waiting for Brad's orders.

The five women then came out and followed the old man who was the butler there. While in the room Brad approached the woman who had been shaking with fear.

"Let me take you there!" he offered his hand to the woman.

Shivering with fear, the woman took Brad's hand and followed the man's footsteps, instead of being ushered into the courtyard or front door, the woman was led into the basement where Thomas was already there. Thomas stylishly approached the woman and gripped her jaw tightly, not caring if it was a woman.

"Tell me! Who is your master?" Thomas asked in the same tone he had spoken in his study earlier.

"N ... nothing," said the woman with a shivering body. Thomas then threw the woman's face until her body fell.

"Tell me or I'll make your face even more beautiful with this knife!" Thomas ordered while playing with his penknife in front of the woman's face, even occasionally the man also attached the object which Thomas thought was prettier than the woman who was now shivering with fear because of his actions.

"W... sorry sir!" The woman was still pleading to make Thomas chuckle in annoyance because he didn't like long-winded things.

"Say!" Thomas' jerk made the woman jump in surprise.

"Mr ... Mr Mar ...," he said quietly, but was unable to continue because Thomas had already turned around grinning at the name the woman hadn't even finished saying.

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Three stabs of the knife landed on the woman's body until it could no longer make her move. Thomas inhaled the scent of blood soaking his knife before then casually brushing it off as if the blood wasn't from a human.

"Fix him, Brad!" Thomas said, leaving Brad and the woman's corpse behind.

The man even stepped over the woman's corpse, almost kicking her.

Of course 'clean up' in Thomas's dictionary is different from the real meaning, because as soon as Thomas came out of the room he had just made the execution site, several people came to take the woman's body and take it to another room for them to 'clean up'.

'Beautiful, young, but what a foolish intruder!' Brad muttered as he followed the footsteps of Thomas's men into a room not far from where they were.

Meanwhile, Thomas had just come out and kept his knife, which was now clean from the woman's blood.

"You little mouse," he hissed as he walked to his room.

Without feelings, cold-blooded and also indiscriminate, that is the picture for a Thomas Robinson who is famous as the leader of the Black Death mafia and is respected in several regions of the European continent.

However, for people who don't know who Thomas really is, they only know the man as a businessman and winery owner.

"I love blood, screams and death!" Thomas muttered when he got to his room and kept the knife he had used to execute the intruder who tried to enter his mansion.