𝐃 𝐀 𝐑 𝐊‎ - 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐔 𝐍 𝐄 🤍

4

Meanwhile the two were having a lovely discussion, back at the office, the guy who made an annoying first impression had his legs crossed and placed over his desk. He was leaned back into the office chair and he was typing something on his tablet. It was the same male who had pissed Ombra off by calling her 'emo' and the same one who Pacton threatened that if he said any more stupid things, would be kicked out.

His eyes narrowed at the screen and he let out a scream of frustration. His hands trembled in so much anger that he was shaking the device. 

"Fucking son of a small crotch!" He threw the tablet across the room, and it hit the wall, the screen shattering into tiny fragments. Kallias Shrone slumped and brought his legs into his chest. The pain entwined with fury, and he clenched his jaw.

His mother had been pressuring him once again to get into financial literary and communication; for him to achieve a bachelor so he can carry the family's bloodline of the beloved CEO company, Elite Coutare. 

The company has collaborated with almost all of the prestigious fashion companies and has a luxury company themselves. His mother's great-grandfather had first built the company and gained fame after the great depression. 

However, Kallias did not want to be forced into something he doesn't want to do. No matter how many times he argued with his family, trying to explain to them that wasn't his dream, they refused to listen to his words. 

It was getting to the point where they would secretly enroll him to  Stanford in hope he would give up and accept it. Do you think he did? Hell no! He basically wasted a lot of his family's time, because right after the first couple of weeks, he couldn't handle all the stress. 

Kallias had left the school. He was relieved. His parents had enough of him and scolded him that if he didn't become the CEO, he would have to leave Viné Le Fleurs. They knew what it was and never liked Viné Le Fleurs. They had always thought it was full of scums and it was getting to Kallias' mind. His mother even accused that they were actually some extraneous being that were brain-washing him! 

There was a main reason why he didn't want to leave the gang though...

"Hi dear." 

"Roman! I missed you..."

"It's been a long time, how is my baby?" He pulled Kallias' body onto his  lap.

"To be honest, not the best. Bitches are prodding my asshole with dirty comments about you." 

"I'm fine with what they say about me, it's you I'm worried about." Roman placed a kiss like a stamp on his forehead making the boy sigh in happiness.

The two were secretly in love with each other, they knew they had feelings with one another and they started dating each other. It was risky for people to know that they were dating since they weren't in a normal business... this business was a gang. Anyone could know their weakness.

Even though Kallias seemed like a light-hearted person who constantly pecked people's eye out, inside he had a growing fear and anger that blocked him from expressing his true self. No, he wasn't actually annoying, his humor, although sometimes immature and dry, it was his coping mechanism. 

Ever since Kallias hands were covered in the blood of his loved one, he became reclusive. 

"B...betrayer!" He screeched out, wailing over the corpse he was hugging to his chest. He could smell the blood and ignored it staining his clothes and flesh.

"You promised! You idiot!" He kept on screaming over and over again, beating his fist into the chest.

"Now will you join?" The voice was muffled behind the mask.

"AFTER THIS? ARE YOU FUCKING OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Kallias eyes widened to the point it looked like it could pop out, his hair disheveled. Tears were still running down, his throat was stripped and his eyes were sore from the crying.

"Remember what we said? 'We will go as far as killing.'"

Some nights, Kallias would wake up thrashing around with him screaming in the empty bed that Roman once slept in. His friends told him to let go of the past and to get rid of the stuff since things were rotting, or would start to, but he would snap back at them.

He didn't mean to!

He was just...

heart-broken.

the past catches up to him and the butterfly gets crushed when he closes his hands