What Mago said was terrific, and what he was about to do was even more dangerous because the boy knew there was no going back for what he just said,……so either he was going to be killed by those men he was targeting for his play or his fate was in the hands of Jana.

And at that time, Jana seemed more of an aggressive option.

“Who is he?” the older asked sternly, all joy gone in a split second, and face resembling a grim reaper. Jana was confident about Mago messing with him; the younger had no chance to invest in an affair outside his monitored life, but his eyes widened in shock when Mago pointed his cute, chubby finger at the large group sitting there at the table, laughing loudly.

Jana felt stupefied for a moment, for the audacity of Mago and for the possibility of the supposed lie the boy was telling, since those people were not to be messed with. Those people were powerful and dangerous, and the way Mago was pointing at them proved to Jana that the younger didn’t know the seriousness of the matter.

Since from Jana could see, one of those men was The Crime Lord of the city

“Do you even know who these people are, Mago?” Jana asked with a raised brow, a challenging look in his eyes as he looked the boy up and down, fed up with the lies of the boy he adored. Mago rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything, he crossed his fingers and started a nervous walk towards the men at the table while Jana tailed behind him cautiously.

“Mago!” he called after his tiny rebel and grabbed his hand, but Mago shushed him quickly, pulling away roughly.

“I don’t know them, but I know about my boyfriend”, the boy muttered with confidence, but deep down he felt trapped “He is sitting among them… and by the looks of it…. he is having so much fun”, Mago continued, adding a fake hurt face while he strutted in a certain direction. Jana looked at him with a wired scrunch of brows. He judged the boy and his act, and Mago concluded his failure in fooling Jana about his blatant lies.

Therefore…..another technique sprouted.

“He has been mad for a while… but he is my boyfriend”, Mago added another lie to layer his story and peered at Jana to see his reaction. The older listened without a word, watching between those men and Mago, and the younger took it as a chance to play a rescue card.

“Maybe I will leave him be…” he started nervously as he glanced at Jana “Let him enjoy his time with his friends for a while. Besides,…. I don’t wanna look clingy,” Mago decided on his own and dusted his hands, he turned around to retreat, but Jana blocked his way with his huge build and smiled at the boy evilly.

“Now, where is the fun in that, baby?” Jana asked with a grin, a smirk appeared on his face and Mago cursed under his breath “Your boyfriend is having chats and drinks with his friends, he’s been mad at you for a while and you think its fine to leave just like that?” he taunted, circling the little rebel like a predator, while Mago face palmed himself so hard that it hurt his temple.

“Then what do you think I should do, you nosy ass bitch?” he retorted angrily, glaring at Jana for the older was not ready to leave the subject nor the club.

“Well…..isn’t it obvious?” Jana smiled, “Go and confront him….or else I will consider your love story a fruitless lie and the rest you are aware of”, he threatened, smiling widely, and Mago wondered if it was worth punching Jana in his nose and running for his life till the end of the earth.

“Fucking fine…” Mago spat, enraged for being trapped “Now, he will see what happens when he ignores me just to have fun with these bitches”, the boy announced and rolled his sleeves up before he marched towards the group at a steady pace.

The men at the table laughed loudly, clinking their glasses, as they cheered in celebration. Food and drinks, along with elite entertainment, added to the environment of the corner while dangerous men from around different alliances gathered to have a quality time. However, a loud, hurt and dramatic gasp from their side abruptly stopped everything, and all of the people in the sitting turned to look at the source standing there with tears in his eyes.

There, at the edge of the sacred place, stood a breath-taking boy, nervously watching them with his wide, doe eyes. He was young but seemed daring and had an aura of some kind… a kind that sparked interest in almost every heart there.

Meanwhile, Mago scrutinised the group nervously for a perfect candidate he wanted to pick. Curious kitten-like gaze searched every skull, some already looking at him, before he resumed his eyes got locked with the one sitting in the centre of a luxurious sofa. The man was handsome, with long hair pulled back, an open chest filled with tattoos and a bandage around his wrist. He had a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other while a dark frown rested over his eyebrows… perhaps from the sudden intrusion.

And Mago made his decision.

The boy swallowed hard, forming a small, pitiful plan in his head, before he sighed loudly. He closed his eyes, then opened them again and ambled towards the dangerous guy he had approved.

And then he began.

“How could you?” asked Mago, his voice filled with sudden emotions as a tear successfully dropped from his eye while he stared at the man. The man, on the other hand, raised his brow in utter confusion… not able to understand how a young boy was blaming him….and for what?

 All the people around them looked at the large man with concern while the man placed his glass down slowly. Jana chuckled at Mago’s failed attempt, considering the odd reaction of the man….he considered Mago an adorable boy for playing hard to get, but then he stopped when Mago walked straight towards the man, crossing the crowd of curious people, and aggressively pointed his chubby finger at him.

And the man just looked up at him.

“You are ignoring me even after I have apologised to you”, the boy stated as a matter of fact, and the table went silent all of a sudden. Jana felt tongue-tied, and the man in question glared at Mago. “I know I was wrong ……but I..I have already apologised, and I have learned my lesson. What else do you want?” Mago asked with a visible hurt in his eyes, cheeks stained with tears and round cheeks reddening under ministrations. He sobbed, sniffling time to time, but when the man parted his lips to deliver a piece of his mind…..Mago turned on his heels and faced the crowd.

“I am sorry…” he cried softly, and the by watchers stared at Mago silently “I shouldn’t have come here and say all of this……but this man of mine is ruthless.” The boy pointed at the man again, making people look at him while he sat on his sofa like a king.

“He doesn’t care…..and he doesn’t love…..But I do and I do a lot,” Mago said, lowering his voice for real effect, but failed to notice when the man started to rise from his seat behind him. He stood up, tall and handsome, and the rest followed along in respect….. Jana noticed it as well, but the oblivious one remained Mago.

“Are you talking to me?” Then his voice boomed across the floor, dominating and firm, as he asked, and Mago felt his knees buckle at the sound behind him. He turned around slowly and, to his horror, a tall man towered over his small frame with a murderous glare in his eyes…… making Mago wonder if Jana was a better option after all, for how scary the man was.

The answer was no… therefore, the act had to be proceeded with care.

And Mago proceeded with a raise of brow

“Yes?…” he said, crossing his arms so the tremble won’t be visible. “Who else do you think I am here for if not my own man?” Mago asked nervously, he glanced back at Jana for security measures and found him shocked and silent.

“Do you even know who I am?” the man asked, voice laced with venom, as he glared, and Mago gulped like a cartoon in return. The boy knew his cover was about to blow, the way the other was questioning….it was evident to get caught and then punished in a new way. So before things could get out of hand and Mago gets registered for unlimited smacks on his butt….he lunged forward and cupped the man’s wounded wrist in his small palms like a fragile flower, making the older stare at him.

“What happened here, you selfish Hen bean?” he asked, looking around pointlessly and then at the scary man for answers “I swear to fucking god……if we don’t meet often…. I will find you broken every day.” He clucked at the other man, caressing his wound while glancing here and there to catch weird reactions. It wasn't until one of the employees, a subordinate of sorts of an underboss present there… stepped forward and pushed Mago away harshly from the scary man. The boy stumbled back, right in Jana’s arms, and stared wide-eyed as the worker marched in front.

“Get the fuck out of here, young boy….you have no business here. Our king doesn’t know you… So it’s better you leave” he yelled at Mago, chasing the boy out by posing as a hero protecting King. No one asked him to do that, asked for his help, but he stepped over the line himself and that unsettled the furious man.

Meanwhile, Mago composed himself before getting out his best hurt expressions, his puppy eyes, and his hiccupping state had all of the people protective of him in an instant, while they prepared some valuable lessons for the worker who had made a small, cute and beautiful boy cry.

“Now, I am going to be mad” Mago announced suddenly and the scary man cocked his brow in question “Don’t fucking call me anymore, don’t text me….and don’t talk to me as well. Just enjoy your life where you won’t have me in it forever” he declared while he sobbed, making every other soul feel guilty, even the scary man, as he pulled Jana’s arm and started to drag him towards the exit.

When they both left the club, one of the man in the group looked over at the others and found that most of the club was looking their way, he dismissed everyone before joining the others.

“What was that?” asked one of the associates while drinking from his glass, the mood was ruined, and so was the celebration.

“I don’t know but…….that boy was beautiful”, replied the other as he filled his glass. “Do you even know him, King?” he asked, interested, but King shook his head, denying right away. He picked up his belongings and stood u from his seat, draining the last bit of his drink…. The king then walked away from the table and in the direction of the exit, where his right hand and other people waited.

Once outside, he ignited a cigarette and tapped his boot on the concrete while he waited patiently for his desire to manifest. A few minutes later, a struggling man was forced to kneel down on the ground in front of him and held tightly for him to have no escape whatsoever. He begged and begged, but no mercy was granted to him as King stared at him nonchalantly and recalled the look on the face of that innocent boy he had encountered earlier.

Then, like a true lord he was known for, King threw his cigarette away and pulled out his gun. He raised it in the man’s direction… playing the unnecessary words he said when he wasn’t required in the first,… and pressed the trigger.