Deccard Brothers: CLUB FINN

Chapter 18: Lucky number 13!

"Where are you going?" Someone asked me while I was on my way down. I looked towards the direction where the voice came from, and lo and behold.

Ramos and Roma.

My two favorite reapers.

One can't be seen without the other. Through thick and thin, they're there for each other. Their bond sometimes I envy. Both of them are wearing black outfits, with Roma wearing a sports tank top, leggings, and black running shoes, showcasing her toned arms and athletic legs. Ramos donned a black muscle tee, his muscles bulging, paired with black sweatpants hiding his runner legs.

They both looked like they just finished their workout, about to retire to their quarters.

I can't help but grin as they went in my direction. Maybe they could help me with my interrogation.

I saw Roma wiping her face with a white towel that Ramos handed to her, while Ramos opened his water bottle and drank it.

"Hey. Long time, no see to you both." I said. Roma rolled her eyes while Ramos laughed.

"How could you see us when you were always busy fainting like a damsel in distress in stressful situations?" Roma punched him on his arm, eliciting a groan from him.

"Wasn't my fault that I've got a weak constitution." I decided to blame it on my health since I'm too tired to argue.

"No one's weak in the mafia, much less the mafia family." I can't find anyone better at defending our family as well as insulting me in the same sentence as Roma could have.

"Well, that's just how it is." I shrugged.

"Saan ka pupunta?"

I'm getting impatient with his questions now.

"Interrogation room."

"Oh." They both said.

An awkward silence passed by us, and I was about to excuse myself if it weren't for Roma's muscled arm to block me from going any further.

"You... aren't going to interrogate someone, are you?" Maingat na tanong niya sa akin.

Besides my family, Ramos and Roma are the only ones who knew what happened during that time. That's how close they are to my family. They're only being cautious because of that, I understand.

"Why else would I go to the interrogation room if not to interrogate?" I stated the obvious.

"We should come with you, just in case." Roma decided to insert herself into the situation, which I'm glad. Since I don't want to knock both of them out.

"Yeah, sure. I'll wait for you in the interrogation room. You guys stink."

And with that, the tension in the air ceased. They bid a farewell to me as I went inside the elevator and pressed the UG button, signifying that I wanted to go to the Underground.

I stood there for 10 seconds before I heard the familiar 'ding' of the elevator as it opened, showing me the dark and ominous floor of this building.

The hallway which was full of doors from left to right is empty, but the screams and groans coming from the doors said otherwise. I took a straight path and went to the corridor at the right to see a mafioso, where I could inquire where my precious bikers are.

"Kýrie, what brings you to our interrogation room?" She bowed respectfully.

"There were three people who were brought here by Heart, where are they?"

Her eyes lit up as she searched for something, "Aha!" she said, as she procured a key from one of her shelves, "Room 13, Kýrie. Please, enjoy your torturing."