The Big Fight 4

As we finally reached Ipoz, our collective nerves were on edge, but we didn't hesitate. We pressed forward, determined to face the impending challenge. I took the lead and went into Ipoz alone, waiting for Darjan and his friends to arrive. After a few anxious minutes, they appeared, and Darjan wasted no time in demanding the money.

"You got the money, fucker?" Darjan sneered.

"Yeah... I GOT YOUR FUCKIN MOM IN MY BED, BITCH!" I retorted, raising my middle finger with a nasty smirk.

In that moment, Eman and his friends launched a surprise attack from behind. Chaos ensued as the fight erupted, screams filling the air. Fear gripped me, but I was safe since I was only watching from the side lines. The sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed, and after five intense minutes, only four men remained standing—Me, Eman, Darjan, and his friend David.

"Darjan!! you're going to fucking pay for stabbing me, It's still hurting me to this day!" Eman screamed, grabbing my knife out of my hand and rushing to him with killing intent.

I made a split-second decision, instructing Eman to stand behind me. However, he disobeyed, still running toward Darjan, making me act and swiftly grabbing him by the hair and slamming his face to the ground. Confusion filled the air as our opponents wondered why I attacked Eman. With a quick motion, I grabbed my knife from Eman's hand and opened it with a satisfying swoosh. Darjan's eyes widened in terror as he stumbled on the floor.

"You're all fucking crazy? Are you going to kill us for some money? Fuck it, you can keep it, just don't kill us man," Darjan pleaded, his fear palpable.

He was right to be scared. I slowly approached him, punching him and David unconscious. Thirty minutes passed, and the 5 men began to regain consciousness, their confusion evident.

"Dionis, why the fuck am I tied up?" Darjan questioned, his voice filled with fear.

"Darjan, when you raised your fists at me, you sealed your fate," I replied, my tone cold.

"What?!" he exclaimed, disbelief in his voice.

"From today on, you and your little friends will work for me, or you can die today, it's up to y'all" I declared, my words dripping with menace.

"No fucking way, bastard! I ain't gonna work for you," Darjan resisted, his defiance momentarily overpowering his fear.

With a swift swoosh of the knife, I stabbed his hand through the floor, creating screams of agony.

"AHGGARAA! You—you're a fucking devil!" Darjan cried out, his pain echoing through the room as he held his pierced hand.

His friends, paralyzed by fear, watched in horror as I grinned like a madman.

"A-alright, we'll work for you," Darjan whimpered, submitting to fear and desperation. "Fuck! this hurts like a bitch!!"

Through fear, I had gained five new workers, who would serve me under the weight of their terror. I rewarded them each with 50 dollars, giving away a total of 500 dollars that day. Darjan's friends, puzzled by their sudden compensation, questioned the reasoning behind it.

"Umm, boss, why are you giving us 50 dollars?" David asked, seeking clarification.

"Well, you are my people now. So, do your job, and you will be rewarded even more," I explained, hardening their loyalty.

Suddenly, my enemies had transformed into loyal workers. Seizing the opportunity, I turned to Eman's friends and presented them with an offer.

"You work for me, and I'll pay you every month for your works. What do you say?" I proposed.

Three of them immediately agreed, recognizing the potential benefits. However, one of them, named Hamza, refused. Without hesitation, I gave my new workers their first assignment.

"Hey, beat up Hamza until he's half dead." I gave the order without felling guilty.

In an instant Hamza turned back and started sprinting full force, I shouted at the top of my lungs to chase him. As they chased after Hamza, Eman rebelled, his desperation evident.

"Dionis, don't do this, please! He's my little brother. I'll do anything just don't hurt him." Eman pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

I stared at him coldly and delivered my response.

"Eman, move, or you will get beaten up with your stupid little brother,"

Eman fell to his knees, tears in his face, defeated. Hamza attempt of escaping was applaudable but of course not good enough, he was caught and beaten up in front of his brother.

"Stop!" I commanded, halting the violence before he suffered severe damage, then I approached Hamza and squatted saying "Hamza, if you ever open your filthy mouth about us, you will suffer much worse than what you're imagining right now. and Eman," i turned my head "Do not let him go to the hospital, it will only bring us trouble."

Hamza then fainted out of shock and the unimaginable pain he felt. Silently Eman carried him back home. Before I went home, I told my new subordinates to clean up Ipoz, erasing any evidence that could drag me down in the future.

"Yes, boss!" they responded enthusiastically.

"How can someone be so excited to clean?" i wondered while leaving Ipoz.

As I returned home, I was relieved to find that I had escaped without any noticeable bruises. I completed my homework and waited for my parents to return from work. When they arrived, they greeted me with the usual question.

"Hey, Dionis, did you have a good time at school?" mother inquired, entering my room.

"Oh, most definitely, Mom. School was a lot of fun today, for some reason, hahaha" I replied with a cheerfulness tone.

"I'm glad you had fun at school, dear," my mother said, unaware.

Later, I called Eman.

"Yo Eman, everything okay now?" I inquired.

"Yeah, man, what do you want?" He responded, his tone guarded.

"The men who joined are under your command as of today, okay?" I informed him, entrusting him with the responsibility.

"What?!" Eman exclaimed, surprised by the sudden shift in authority. "Yes, I won't let you down."

"I'm glad, Eman, and I'm sorry about your brother, but I had to do it,"

"It's okay, Dionis. I understand." he replied trying to be understanding, but I knew hatred is starting to built up in him.

I had dinner and studied for a while before finally going to sleep. The next morning, as I left the house, I noticed two of the men I had recruited guarding my door.

"Boss, we will escort you to school!" they declared.

"What the fuck are you doing, you bastards?" I protested.

"Umm, sir, Eman ordered us to protect you from any danger," they explained.

"Bruh, I have no enemies."

Reluctantly, I accepted their presence, but I made it clear that they should address me by my name within the school premises. Walking to school, I couldn't help but notice the stares and whispers from people witnessing two delinquents acting as my bodyguards. The two men left as soon as we arrived at school, they were in the same school as me but a year ahead of me, so they could protect me without missing school. Eman used his brain for the first time in his life.

In my classroom, my friends bombarded me with questions, concerned about my association with delinquents and the potential consequences.

"Bro, why are you hanging out with delinquents? They will only drag you down," Borce expressed, voicing his worries.

"It's okay, Borce. I'm not going to change because of them," I assured him, trying to dismiss his concerns.

Although they weren't entirely convinced, they let the matter rest, at least for the time being.

However, a bigger problem loomed over me—I only had around 2000 dollars left. I needed to find a way to generate income; otherwise, my soon to be empire would crumble.

During the main break, I went outside to the school yard where Eman and his men were eating their lunch and sat down on the bench.

"Yo, Eman, we need to make money. Call Darjan and tell him to buy weed. Your budget is 1000 dollars, so buy as much as you can with that money," I instructed,

"Sure, Dionis. And what about the other men?" He asked.

"They will distribute the goods throughout Trbovlje," I explained

The 3 men that were with us were a little skeptical but still agreed.

"Inform the others of my order, okay?" i instructed Eman.

"Sure Dionis"

They continued to eat their sandwiches in silence until I broke the quietness with my words. "We are slowly expanding, guys. So I've decided to create an organization," I proclaimed.

"What?!" they exclaimed, bewildered by the sudden development.

I rose slowly from the bench and turned towards the men seated there. Raising my hands out to the sides like a king and declared, "Yes, from today onward, we shall be called THE HIDDEN WORLD organization."

That day I made an organization and was the start of a dark future for me and the people who will follow me.