Mystique Club: Operatives

Prologue: The Supremo

TRIGGER WARNING:
This CHAPTER may contain explicit depictions such as death, killing, self harm or suicide, sexual assault or harassment, vulgar words, swearing, and many disturbing gestures or depictions. TRIGGER WARNING shall be taken into consideration.

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The Supremo

SHADOW

In a dimly lit room, the cold presence of an elderly businessman sipping and blowing smoke from a large brown roll of tobacco suddenly emerged. He finished a cigarette before leaving his table and took a step towards me.

Kneeling down and looking coldly at the old man before me, he must have been holding a talisman from the underworld I must say… for I could have twisted his neck in an instant if they hadn't tied my arms firmly.

He wears a slightly thin black suit with a dark gray hat over his square face. “How about…” he said then paused. “We're going to approach our small business in a way that benefits both sides. It's tantalizing, is it, huh, my rebellious boogeyman?” His remarks were enough to chill my whole system yet he followed his words with creepy high-pitched laughter. He sounded like a mad scientist who finally had brought his dreadful and disturbing experiments for decades on a breakthrough.

He let out a quick smirk then plastered a google-eye at me. “Make a good decision, kill those pesting Montefalcos, and after that, we're fine. It's fun and easy isn't it?”

This man before me is the Supremo. The man of dirty works yet known as famous businessman across the globe. The one with whom I have been working for the past three years.

Four of his men were pointing their pistols at me; most were the Italian police pistol, Beretta 1951, which I surely guess were just smuggled overseas. Two of them were just a meter away on my knees, sticking their gazes at me, critically observing my movements, completely focused to my eye communication towards the Supremo while their sweats were continuously dripping off of their bodies.

Because they know… they know that in just a matter of seconds, I could take them down. Despite this situation where I'm on my knees and my arms are tied at my back — they're in advantage of taking me down first. However, that little move running in my head will never be going to happen. Based on Supremo's smirk, it's now a matter of what I value the most. And that's exactly what he wants me to gamble on.

I keep my gaze fixed on his wrinkled face as he smiles mischievously. I can't help but notice him playing this game over and over. The part of the game where player two is about to win but is still teasing your losing moment, which is extremely irritating. It's as if he has complete control over everything, and you are powerless to stop him or battle him to the death; even if you are the world's most skilled assassin.

“Shadow, the options are clear. But as time is running out this scenario becomes more difficult,” he remarked, tapping my shoulder. “You must be aware that I dislike wasting my time, right? And when I get mad, I don't give anyone a chance. I won't give chance, Shadow,” he said, increasingly raising the tone of his monotonous speech.

He looked away and turned then shot a sideward glance at me. “If you choose to squander your time just in hesitation, it may turn out to be your greatest regret.”

He sat down and immediately put his feet up on his table after returning to his swivel chair. He then averted his gaze at me while awaiting for my response; watching me as I stabbed him with dark, sinister eyes. I know, he enjoys viewing me in this manner, I know — taken by surprise. A malicious puppeteer is amusing himself with his helpless creation, who lacks the ability and liberty to disagree with him but must obey his every command.