Taken by the Mafia ✧⁠*⁠。

Episode 18

Est sat back in the dark leather chair at his hideout, tapping his fingers against the desk as his worker, Job, entered the room with a folder in hand. Fort and Boss were already seated on the opposite side, their eyes curiously watching as Job approached.

"Here’s the information you asked for, boss," Job said, handing Est the folder.

Est flipped it open, his eyes scanning over the details. The profiles of Santa and Barcode stared back at him. "So," he started, leaning back and smirking, "they're the sons of the old man, the one's who borrowed Jeff and Perth's money."

Job nodded. "Yes, boss. Santa and barcode's father borrowed large amounts of money from Jeff and Perth " he pointed to the photo of Santa, "Santa was an idol and his little brother, barcode was just a normal kid."

Fort, who was seated beside Boss, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "An idol? Wow, nice taste," he said with a smirk, amused at the idea of having an idol in their crosshairs.

Boss scoffed, uninterested in Santa’s past career. "So both of them live with Jeff and Perth now?" he asked, focusing more on the strategic aspect of the situation.

Job nodded again, confirming. "Yes, Santa and Barcode are living with Jeff and Perth in their mansion. They took Santa and barcode as the payment of their father's debt"

Est’s eyes darkened as he closed the folder. "I want you and Bas to follow them. Everywhere they go," he ordered, his voice calm but laced with menace. "Make sure not to get caught"

Job gave a sharp nod and left the room, already setting the plan in motion. Fort leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table. "What’s the next step, Est?"

Est smirked. "We just need to wait. We'll strike soon and we will get revenge for what those asshole did to Zee."

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Perth knocked lightly on Santa’s door before opening it without waiting for a response. Santa was sprawled out on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"What the heck! Don’t you know how to knock?" Santa snapped, sitting up quickly, clearly annoyed.

Perth chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with a playful smirk. "This is my house, remember? I don’t need permission to come into any room."

Santa rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood for Perth’s teasing. "What do you want?"

"We need to go buy some study materials for Barcode, remember?" Perth reminded him, straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest.

Santa’s expression softened, remembering the promise they made about Barcode’s homeschooling. "Oh yeah…"

"Go get ready. I’ll wait in the car," Perth said casually before turning and walking out.

Santa sighed, running his hand through his hair. He really didn’t feel like going out, especially with Perth. Still, he had to do this for Barcode. With a reluctant groan, he got up and started changing his clothes. Once dressed, he headed downstairs and made his way to the car, where Perth was already waiting.

Sliding into the passenger seat, Santa buckled up and glanced at Perth. "Is it just the two of us? What about phi Jeff and Barcode?"

"Nope, just us," Perth replied as he started the engine. "Jeff and Barcode are staying at the house. They don’t need to come."

Santa opened his mouth to say something but paused when Perth, without looking away from the road, added, "Don’t worry. It’s not like I’m going to do anything to you." He smirked to himself, thinking, "Not yet, anyway."