“Look, I told you, we’re sorry, okay?!” Anthony kept on saying while sitting on the back of my car beside Kenneth.

I wasn’t giving them attention as I was feeling pissed off that I needed to pick them up again.

“Why not just invite the girls in your hotel room?” Clark suggested.

Anthony grinned at him.

“We got caught up, Clark! Guess we’re too horny to even get out of the club and go to our hotel just to fuck them,” he replied.

“You should have invited me,” he said nonchalantly to which he earned a glare from me.

“You’re not hanging out with these fools,” I said.

Anthony pouted.

“Oh come on! We’ll be teaching little Clark a lot of things, right?!”

He nudged Kenneth’s elbow but it was hopeless because the bastard was fast asleep.

Clark stared at Anthony through the rear mirror.

“I’m already taller than you, Tony.”

Anthony playfully glared at Clark and said, “why this little shit,” he retorted.

I drove to the Torres-Shao mansion, entering the subdivision where aunt Marge and uncle Rey lived. I passed by at the house and I saw the maids tending the garden in front of their house. I wanted to visit them but I knew aunt Marge would only convince me to leave North Vale, attend a normal school and live with them.

Which I could do but where’s the fun in that?

Driving to Torres-Shao, I honked at the front gate. The heavy, metal gate parted open for us and I noticed that there were a lot of guards idling around the house.

I parked the car in front of the mansion and got out. Anthony carried Kenneth out of the vehicle while Clark and I entered the house. The maids that were working in the area smiled and greeted and upon seeing the two drunks entering, they immediately went to them to help them clean up before meeting their father.

I didn’t wait for them to get ready and just went up to Carlos’ office. I wanted nothing but to sleep in some more.

Clark was silently following me. We entered Carlos’ office and he was, as usual, sitting on the chair behind his desk, holding a phone on his ear while talking to some shit.

I slammed the door close and neared him. When he saw me, he hung up the phone without saying goodbye to the person he was talking to.

“Sorry I had to call you back again,” Carlos said, slightly irritated, “I need you to bring back someone.”

I raised a brow.

“What?”

Carlos threw a photo across the table and I stared at it. It was a mugshot of a man, around his 30’s, with black hair and huge, black eyes, staring straight at the camera.

I’ve seen him before. He was working for Carlos as his bodyguard.

“What about him?” I asked.

“He stole money from me and ran away.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

Really? What an idiot.

There’s no use in stealing from a mob boss, especially if you’re working for him. Double-crossing your boss was one way to surely getting killed and this man was no exception.

“You want me to do what then?”

“Get him back and teach him a lesson. A lesson he won’t ever forget,” Carlos sternly said.

This greedy bastard really loved money that whoever tried to take it away from me would surely meet his demise. No one an exception, not even his kids.

“How much?” I asked, smirking. “You know killing is cheaper than teaching someone a lesson,” I sarcastically said.

“Ask whatever you want, I don’t care. Just fuck him up, you understand?” Carlos said through his gritted teeth, glaring at me with eyes burning with anger.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked back at Clark.

“What do you think? You wanna take this one?”

For the longest time since he arrived here, Clark let out a sadistic grin and nodded his head in delight.

“Sure.”

--

“What happened to you?” I asked as soon as I saw Anthony and Kenneth working towards us with a bloody nose and swollen eyes.

They were called after we talked with Carlos and we had to wait for them to finish their conversation with their father.

Anthony whined.

“Dad fucked us up again,” he complained, faking a cry. “And out of all the places he could hurt us, he just have to do it on our face!”

Clark stared at the two brothers.

“It doesn’t really make a difference,” he commented.

Anthony flared up and suddenly attacked Clark’s cheeks to pinch it but he easily evaded him. Kenneth, who was silently standing behind Anthony, looked at me.

“What did dad tell you, Hiro?” he asked.

Anthony stopped harassing Clark to look at me as well.

“Someone stole money from him and he wants me to torture that guy,” I nonchalantly said. “But I gave this one to Clark,” I added, cocking my head at Clark who smiled at me.

Anthony made a face after hearing Clark doing my job.

“I feel bad for the guy now.”

“I’m not that bad,” Clark retorted.

“No, you’re not. You’re really bad,” Anthony teased, “and I mean literally.”

Clark rolled his eyes at him. He got inside my car and sat beside the driver’s seat.

--

“So how the hell are we going to find this guy?” Kenneth asked.

I stepped on the brake after seeing the red light blinking.

“Your old man told me they last saw him in a mall in Pampanga,” I answered, remembering the details Carlos told us before leaving.

Anthony grimaced and suddenly sprung out of his seat, “is he leaving the country?”

“Most likely. With the money he stole, he can live for a long time with that,” I replied.

“How’s he stole it anyway?” Kenneth inquired.

“I don’t know. He’s close with your father and worked for him for a long time,” I said.

“Ah, of course. Too bad, he was a good one,” Anthony said.

Clark, who was quietly listening to our conversation, suddenly spoke, “if I’m going to torture him, does that mean I can have his money too?”

“Hey, we’re working as a group here,” Anthony retorted.

Clark turned to him and with a bored voice, he said, “you’re not really needed, Toni.”

“Aaaagh! I really wanna kill this kid!”

--

Anthony and Kenneth deployed their men to look for the target while Clark and I wait in the car for their report.

I was holding my phone, staring at Paige’s face. It was the only thing that was entertaining while waiting. I was so focused in admiring Paige that I didn’t noticed Clark looking at me.

“You’re creepy,” he said, snapping me out of my trance.

“Shut up.”

“If he’s the only reason why you’re here, why didn’t you come to him the first time you got here in the Philippines?” he asked, yet again.

I put my phone down and heaved a sigh.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Why?”

Clenching my hand into a fist, I answered, “he’s too good for me.”

My answer made Clark scoff. I glared at him and he was just smirking at me.

“That’s your reason? So you’re only gonna watch him in the sidelines like a freaking creep?”

I was irked with what he said.

“Sooner or later, he’s gonna find someone that’ll love him back unless you make a move, you retard,” Clark insulted.

“Why don’t you just stay the hell out of my business, huh?”

“Can’t do that. It’s frustrating to see you doing nothing for him.”

“What?”

Clark looked out of the window and with a voice that sounded almost like a whisper, he said, “because if I were you, I’ll do everything I can to make him mine.”

I stared back at Paige’s stolen snapshot I saved in my phone with longing eyes.

Make him mine, huh?

--

Kenneth finally called and told us that they found Cruz, the man who betrayed and stole Carlos’ money for himself.

I drove to a place where the Torres-Shao owned in Pampanga. It was a warehouse disguised as a clothing production office but the truth was that it’s a place where they deal with something like this. They had a lot of places like this all over the Philippines, easily making it to do their business without the eyes of the civilian.

I drove inside the warehouse and was greeted by the Torres-Shao goons. We got out of the car to go inside the two-story building where Anthony and Kenneth were waiting.

I saw Cruz being tied up on the ceiling, half-naked and bleeding in the mouth. He was barely conscious, looking around the place with hazed eyes.

“W-what…where…?”

Anthony stood in front of their guy, smiling sweetly at him.

“Rise and shine, Cruzzy baby! Dad’s really pissed off at you, you know that?”

Cruz finally understood what was going on. His eyes went wide open, lips trembling as he knew what’s going to happen next.

“No, no! Please, I…I’m…I’ll give it back! The money, I will, i-it’s in the…!”

Anthony gently tapped his cheek to stop him from talking.

“Don’t worry about the money, Cruz. Dad already have it,” he said. “Are you seriously going to deposit it in a bank before leaving the country? You think that’s going to work?”

I sat on the chair Anthony and Kenneth’s men arranged to give us, waiting for Anthony to finish his conversation with Cruz.

I guess he was planning in leaving the money here in the Philippines to hide it from the Torres-Shao while waiting for them to forget him. He was trying to deposit it in a bank under his name to hide the money and if the Torres-Shao finds him, they wouldn’t know where the money was. Unfortunately though, he was slowed down by transacting a million peso in the bank and he was caught in the act by Anthony and Kenneth’s men who predicted what he would do.

Cruz was probably thinking that we he stole was nothing and that Carlos wouldn’t even notice the money gone. Too bad that he’s boss loved money and even a cent wouldn’t go unnoticed for someone like that.

“Please…please…I really need the money…!”

“Clark,” Anthony called, turning to look at Clark who was standing beside me, “wanna do the honors of shutting this idiot up?”

Clark was sulking. He was obviously disappointed that he didn’t get to take the money Cruz stole from Carlos.

“I want his money,” he muttered.

I looked at Clark, smiling.

“Don’t worry, it’s all gonna be yours.”

I guess living frugally because of his parents, Clark became obsessed with money. The only thing that could make him move was money

A smile appeared on his face.

“Okay.”

Walking up to Cruz, he took his shirt off to avoid getting blood splattered on his clothes. His bulging muscles that definitely doesn’t suit a guy in his age flexed as soon as he delivered a straight punch on Cruz’ abdomen.

Some of the men standing idly grimaced at the sight of Cruz throwing up his insides because of that one simple punch from Clark. He waited for him to empty his stomach, bile pooling underneath his foot.

“Uuugh…”

Clark thought for a moment.

“Not enough, huh?”

“What?” Kenneth asked, raising a brow at Clark.

“He didn’t faint.”

The Torres-Shao brothers stifled their laughs.

“Are you trying to mimic Hiro, little Clark?” Anthony teased.

Clark smirked at him.

“It’s insulting to be called little by someone smaller,” he sarcastically said.

“Aaaagh, I’m going to fuck you up!”

“Shut up, Tony,” his brother reprimanded as Clark got ready to torture Cruz.

“It’s okay to do anything to him, right?”

“Yeah, what are you planning?”

“Cutting his dick off and making him eat it.”

“...what?”

--

True to his words, Clark did what just said, cutting Cruz’ penis with a small dagger that belonged to Anthony. Clark purposely stroked Cruz’ cock to make him arouse but the fear of being killed didn’t do anything much for him.

But knowing how relentless Clark in doing what he wanted, he managed to turn Cruz on. He seduced him, comforting him in a way that eased his body, telling him empty promises like how he’s going to let him go after. He’s good in psychological torture and it definitely came from his parents.

While cutting his dick off, deliberately going slow, the howls of cries from Cruz echoed in the vacant room. People couldn’t bear to see the gruesome sight of a man getting his genitals hacked off. Blood was dripping non-stop on the floor as Cruz thrashed against the rope binding his arms.

“Aaaaaagh! It hurts! No, please, stop!” Cruz begged endlessly.

Clark stopped cutting his dick off mid-way and punched Cruz on the jaw to stop him from screaming. He bit his tongue so hard that he spurted out blood from his mouth. Cruz’ bloody tongue sagged out, his face warped from extreme pain.

Kenneth whistled in amusement while Anthony was having fun watching Clark do his business while I remained sitting on the chair, eyes not moving away from Clark.

Clark really got his sadistic side from his parents.

Well, I did too so I don’t have the right to say anything.

There was a loud plop on the floor and we all looked at the cut off male organ lying on top of the pool of blood.

Cruz was still crying, muttering strings of forgiveness with his tongue drooping out of his mouth.

Clark picked up the blood-covered penis on the floor without batting an eye. He forced Cruz’ mouth to open by squeezing his cheeks, shoving the penis inside to let him choke on it.

“Gross!” Anthony hollered but was laughing out loud.

Clark forced Cruz’ dick inside his mouth before clasping his hand to not let Cruz throw up.

“Grab me some tape,” he ordered to one of the Torres-Shao men.

Cruz was making gagging noises, struggling against Clark who was patiently waiting for someone to give him what he wanted. A few moments later, someone neared him to hand a duct table. With his teeth, he pulled the tape to plaster it on Cruz’ mouth filled with his own penis. He ripped the tape off with the knife and stepped back away from his work of art.

He looked pleased albeit the bored expression on his face.

“Hey, wanna take a picture of that?” Kenneth asked, wiggling his brows at Clark.

“I’m sure dad will like what you did,” Anthony added, “he’s definitely going to make you work for him.”

Clark turned around to walk to me.

“I’m not interested in working for anyone who can’t give me anything,” he said, his voice strained with irritation.

I saw Anthony smirking.

“I feel you,” he said.

Clark grabbed his shirt, putting it on before taking the surgical gloves soaked with Cruz’ blood. He threw it on the floor and motioned me to stand up.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry,” he said in a flat voice, eyes staring coldly at me.

“Okay. What do you wanna eat?”

“A sausage.”

There was a long pause and Anthony and Kenneth suddenly laughed out loud at Clark.

--