DARK DESIRE ( BAD SOCIETY #1 )

05

005 - CONFLICT AMONG THEM
caius russo's point of view

      What's the saying? The night is dark and full of terrors

     Indeed, it was.

     Malakas na tumunog ang car engine ko when I drove inside High Order's Sanctum, The engine of my car roared like a lion as I speed through the streets of San Estrella, the moon giving light the road ahead. Hindi sa Manila nakatayo ang HQ namin, instead it is hidden in plain sight. To anyone unfamiliar with our operations the estate would seem like a grand old manor. Over the years, we made sure it adapted to modern architecture without losing its old-world charm

     The mansion looked like a typical family estate with huge gates. Behind it, a field of groomed grass stretched out like an ocean, good for golfing, or a peaceful bike ride. The land was so wide you'd need a vehicle just to travel from the main house to the gates.

     Few people lived on the estate: caretakers, butlers, and an army of guards. But what lay beneath the surface was far more dark.

     Beneath all these, hidden underground is what we called Sanctum's Haven, a laboratory of our dealings. Wherein drugs, weapons, and missiles were stored waiting to be shipped to the highest bidder. It is where our scientists and engineers dedicated their lives to creating the next generation of illegal substances and military technology. New weapons, more powerful missiles, drugs with the same purpose to fuel our empire's growth, to make us wealthier, more feared, and untouchable.

     Huminto ang sasakyan ko sa harapan ng pinto nito kung saan naghihintay ang isa sa mga butler namin. From gear 2, diniin ko ang paa ko sa clutch ng aking sasakyan as I switch my gear into neutral, after that ay binitawan ko na ito.

     I turned the rearview mirror towards my face para matiyak na presentable akong tatayo sa unahan ng mga pinsan ko, when I made sure I look as handsome as I am ay akma na sana akong lalabas ng sasakyan ng may matanaw ako mula sa gilid ng mata ko

     I smirked as I glanced over at the ghost face mask on my passenger seat, worn and stained due to it being used for many years. The fabric frayed at the edges, looked back at me as if mocking, reminding me of the three pieces of myself. This mask had been with me for years through it all and I never considered replacing it. It was sacred. It held the memories shared with my Luce Mia

     The red heart she draw on its cheek glowed in the darkness of my car. I grabbed the mask bringing it to my lips, pressing hard against the very spot where her delicate fingers had traced the ink. I breathed in, as if I could taste her through the fabric. My chest tightened at the scent of her, the thought of her skin against mine, filling me with desire. The memory of her body, exposed in my mind, I imagined her soft, warm, vulnerable body beneath me, and the thought was enough to make my blood burn.

     I kissed the heart again, harder this time, inhaling it like it was the essence of her. My breathing grew ragged as I let my mind linger in that space imagining her moans, her whimpers, the way her body would tremble beneath my touch. Every kiss I placed on the mask felt like a claim on her, like marking my territory.

     Satisfied, I tossed the mask onto the seat and stepped out of the car, leaving the door wide open. The butler could deal with it. I had more important things on my mind now.