19-GOTHIC OGRE

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OMNISCIENT

In a remote area on the outskirts of a city, a man was seen sitting cross-legged on a posh leather chair, playing chess, all alone. He was heavily guarded by numerous armed bulky men, all dressed in black.

"Zeus, what's our agenda for today?" He turned to the huge man beside him. He was like a robot who only moved at the command of his boss.

"Retrieve the rest of the stocks from Lombardi's territory and take them to the seaport for delivery then return to Switzerland," The man's resonant voice rang through the place.

"Good..." He was about to continue when his phone buzzed. Immediately he saw the caller ID, his cool and aloof expression instantly wavered and the robust guard could swear that he saw his boss's hands quivering, something that had never happened before.

The Mighty Hawks were a Swiss mafia group that evoked fear in the minds of many people due to their immense power and invincibility. Their leader, Schwid, was known to be the most brutal man alive. Their reputation was so great that other mafia groups could bow to them without being asked to.

They were the most powerful in the underworld and no one wanted to get in their bad book. Whenever they are in town, other mafia groups always bring tributes to them to strengthen their connection and get back up when in need. They have always maintained a mysterious history and performed their operations without leaving even a clue behind.

Schwid's right-hand man was Zeus, one look at the latter and a person would be scared to death. It was rumoured that there was a big boss behind the boss but since there was no substantial proof, the talk gently wilted.

"Good day, Master," The man spoke immediately after answering the call, his nervousness prominent.

"I heard every confidential information of mine from your daughter, Mr Schwid. Good job," The said man spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Zeus's ears instantly perked up when he heard the way the man on the other line spoke. Last time he checked, no one dared to speak to his boss like that. He was waiting for a kill order but what surprised him was the way his boss instantly rose to his feet, as though the couch was on fire. The egotistical man instantly humbled and his face turned sour with fear.

"I'm sorry, Master, it's nothing like that. Alexa barged in when I was working on a task you assigned me and before I could hide the documents, she got her hands on them and read. You know how much she means to me, I didn't want to make her cry and make her feel like she has lost me just as she did her mother," The man's voice dropped into a whisper when he said that, not wanting to remember the bitter history behind Alexa's mother's death.

"Fine. But that shouldn't happen again and anyway, your daughter seemed like a good girl. You're lucky she has a sweet mouth or else..." He trailed off and released a satisfied smirk when he heard the sharp intake of breath from the other end.

"That's such a flattery, thank you, Master. Forgive her if she acted impulsively, my Alexa has always been that type of person," Alexa's father, Schwid, spoke.

"She's now under my wing and protection so continue to do your job, no harm will come to her, I promise. For now, I want you to do something for me," Maheer uttered. The man was so happy that his daughter got acknowledged and was even promised utmost safety, what more could he wish for?

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