Double Date With Mafia [BXB]

[1] Prologue

BAM

An old man collapsed to the floor, a hot bullet lodged in his chest. Meanwhile, a young, cute boy, who also happens to be a hitman, smiles with satisfaction. He twirls the gun in his hand.

"Next time, give me a more entertaining mission, Sis, instead of chasing this drug cartel," Cylo mutters. He walks over to Jack's corpse.

Cylo takes the red flash drive from Jack's hand. He examines it and smiles, knowing this flash drive contains what he's been looking for: data on the government officials conspiring with the drug cartel. With this, those sycophants will soon face justice.

"Hmm, thank you, Mr. Jack," Cylo says. He looks around at the old building, which served as Jack's headquarters and base of operations.

For an old building in the forest, it's quite comfortable, equipped with many facilities: laboratories, sofas, lounges, meeting rooms, and more.

But not anymore. The building lay in ruins, the aftermath of the fight. Cylo had defeated them all. Jack's subordinates lay helpless, blood scattered everywhere, foaming at the mouth. The old building was destroyed. Cylo smirks, delighted at having killed these despicable men.

Ring-ring

"Hello, Sis," Cylo says.

"Are you still there, Cylo?" Chelsea asks. She is Cylo's older sister.

"Yes, I'm just finishing a ritual."

"Huft... This habit of yours."

Cylo carves a fox symbol on the wall using his favorite cutter. "Calm down, Sis. It's just a sign so they know who killed them," he says.

"Gosh! hurry home. There's a new mission, and I cooked fried shrimp for you."

Cylo smiles. "Yay, fried shrimp. Alright, give me 15 minutes," he says, ending the call and continuing his ritual.

Cylo finishes carving the fox symbol. He inserts the cutter back into his pocket. "Perfect," he says, admiring his work.

This is a sign Cylo always leaves after completing a mission. There's no definite reason why he does it, but he likes foxes. And doesn't every hitman need a cool signature? So Cylo does it too.

Cylo heads out. He doesn't want to be lectured by his sister. He walks to his neatly parked motorbike and drives away from the old building.

Cylo accelerates. "I hope my mark doesn't burn too," he thinks as he leaves the old building, which is starting to catch fire.

*****

Meanwhile, another cute boy plays a MOBA game in his room. This is his last night to enjoy a break from missions and anything related to hacking. Although a bit boring, who doesn't like a holiday? He still wants a short break from the various missions that always drain his energy and mind.

Tonight is a night Ivo doesn't want to end. He wishes this night would last forever so he can keep playing his game or indulging in fantasies about the handsome man of his dreams. However, Holland, his adoptive father, certainly wouldn't let that happen.

"Shit, why did my vacation go by so fast? It never feels this quick when I'm on a mission," he mutters, playing the game with a frustrated expression.

DEFEAT

"SHIT! PUBLIC TEAMS ARE SO STUPID!" he shouts. He always gets random teams that feed and ignore the map, unlike the opposing teams, which are always great and strong.