Mafia Queen [paused]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

Most people think of murder in the same way that the killing is deliberate and premeditated.

Some people say murder is the unlawful killing of another human without justification or valid excuse, especially the unlawful killing of another human with malice aforethought.

But to me, when I hear of a murder, what immediately comes into my mind is, 'What fueled this person to kill someone?'

I do not immediately judge them. I first try to gather more facts and read up on details and try to build a profile for the murderer. I then try to see if they have any psychiatric history, or a traumatic past. It is not my place to judge someone, when every one of us in society are criminals for enforcing a society that pushes people to crimes like murder because no normal person can act like that.

The reason most of us think murder is a bad thing is because we have various values where murder is considered the worst.

But there are situations in life where people can get so utterly trapped that the only way out is to commit the irreparable. It's not right, and it'd never be but sometimes I may have understanding, even compassion in such cases.

I once had a case where an high schooler singlehandedly sort out the rapist of his seven year old sister, killing him in cold blood.

Even I can't blame him for his act.

But I actually think there are many things in the same line with murder. And I think there are people who deserve to be 'terminated' because they're doing some of those things.

Drug dealers and child molesters are my list. Even mobsters.

These people commit different offences from murder, extortion, corruption of public officials, gambling, infiltration of legitimate businesses, to labor racketeering, loan sharking, tax fraud schemes and stock manipulation schemes. Just thinking of everything pisses me off.

The Huntress.

They called her the huntress. Her reputation preceded her. No one even knows who she is, how she looks like or even her real name but saying that name out loud is like you're inviting trouble, saying the name is wanting to get yourself killed.

People who've seen her ended up dead or ended up killing themselves. That's how fucked up this woman was.

"Fuck this shit." Vuk exclaims beside me, dragging his palm down his face.

"This doesn't feel right." I word out my thoughts to no on in particular, just keeping my eyes on the pictures in front of me.

The underworld is a fucking hellhole I shouldn't be diving into but I blame my curiosity because I really, really want to to unravel all this mess.

"What exactly does three normal guy have to do with the underworld?" Vuk voiced out my thoughts, running his fingers through his hair.

"Checked their call logs? and cell phone tower locations?" I ask, turning thought different pages in the file I was holding.