𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 || 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

On the other side of the cemetery, a few minutes prior

Drug dealing.

Something he used to do for his father during his trainee days.

Training for what you might ask.

To take over the throne. Something that rightfully belonged to him.

Then what was he doing in the abandoned part of the cemetery this late at night waiting for his client to show up? Like he said, he used to handle the deals under his father's commands but that was a long time ago. He doesn't have time for such grunt work now. Those menial jobs were meant for the lower ranks.

But this old coot was his late father's most trusted acquaintance. He had made a special request for him because the package was worth billions of dollars. Normally he would have disregarded such requests because they held no importance to him before blowing that old geezer's head off for ordering him about like he was some fucking dog. He has far more important things to do rather than supervise a silly drug deal.

He was the biggest drug lord in the country for crying out loud.

But his father if he had been alive would have wanted him to do this. To satiate that fucker's fucking demands. In the end he had no choice but to relent to his wishes.

Following his father's death, his empire was passed down to him. The sole heir of the infamous mafia king. A burden that he was trained to carry all his life. Guns, knives, blood and money—it was all he knew. Making people tremble just by merely hearing his name, that was the kind of thrill he lived for.

Minutes passed by yet not a single soul was in sight. Tiredly he dragged his hand over his face and sighed, knowing he was going to get ambushed anytime soon.

Some people never learn.

Just as he thought, he heard some rustling accompanied by the thumping of numerous shoes against the pavement. He peered up, tilting his head to the side as Sebastian- don of the rival mafia- came into view with his men behind him. Sebastian walked forward with a smirk plastered on his face, watching for his reaction which only remained impassive like he knew this was going to happen.

"Surprise surprise, bitch." Doing jazz hands Sebastian wiggled his fingers and grinned, showing off his yellow teeth.

Bastard can't even keep his fucking teeth clean.

"You didn't really expect me here today, did ya?" In a mocking tone, Sebastian questioned him.

He shrugged, "Oh, you got me there. But seriously, how did you know I was dealing tonight? It could have been the rookies for all you know. Unless..." His piercing eyes stared back at him, daring him to finish that statement.

A manic chuckle escaped Sebastian's throat as he spoke for him, "Unless your father's most trusted and obedient dog chose to snitch on him for a smidgeon of money." That filthy bastard had the nerve to look him in the eye and smirked—looking way too pleased with himself.

"You made a big mistake." Something about his deadly calm demeanour sent chills down his spine. Sebastian knew. He knew what he was getting himself into—playing with the devil himself. Yet he couldn't help the fear and worry.

"You talk too much even in such a predicament." Sebastian hissed like the snake he was.

"Oh, am I?" A feral smile tugged on his lips.

Every single slight movement the boy made filled Sebastian with wariness and unease but that's how he manipulates people. Striking when it was the least expected—when they are the least prepared.