Devoured by Obsession [R18]

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NARRATOR

          ISANG mansyon na lihim, nakatago, at malayo sa syudad. Isang lugar na mahirap matuntun.

It's the Mafia Boss's Liar.

Ngunit para sa isang Draven Sinthe, walang makakapigil sa kanya upang tuklasin ang pinakamadilim na sulok ng mundo. Itinaya niya ang kanyang dugo at pawis upang matunton ang kuta ng pamilya.

Palaging may mata si Draven sa Familia Mourtti, isa syang propesyonal na detective na itinalaga upang magmasid sa pamilya ng Mafia.

He moved through the alleys of the city like a shadow. Unseen, unnoticed and unfelt. Now, he's here. His eyes, cold and empty, scanned the towering mansion ahead of him.

His eyes were locked on the grand mansion ahead, its windows glowing warmly, offering a perfect hint of the danger that lingered just beyond its walls.

But he wasn’t here for the house, he wasn’t here for the mafia.

He was here for her.

His main target.

But getting inside wouldn’t be easy.

Ang aura ng bahay ay madilim at nakakakilabot, isang lugar na hindi tumatanggap ng bisita, bawat sulok ay puno ng mga armadong bantay, at ang mga nagtataasang tarangkahan ay halos imposibleng malusutan.

But for Draven, nothing was impenetrable.

He had spent weeks learning every detail of this place, memorizing the guard shifts, studying the patterns of the cameras, the hidden routes through the hedges, the vents and backdoors. Every weakness had a solution. Every lock had a key. He had watched them long enough to understand their routines, their vulnerabilities. Today, he was ready.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he moved toward the back. The front entrance was too obvious. The guards there were too alert. Draven knew better. He moved toward the back, where the cameras are fewer.

He would slip in like a ghost.

Inakyat niya ang batong pader, halos walang ka-ingay ingay at napakaingat nyang nagawa ito na may suot na guwantes sa parehong kamay. Ilang sandali lang ay nasa kabila na siya, nakatayo sa tahimik na hardin sa likod ng mansyon.

Nakakabinging katahimikan ang hatid ng paligid, masyadong tahimik.

No voices, no footsteps, just the rustle of leaves.

Draven crept forward, making no noise, his boots pressing softly against the ground.  He didn’t need to rush. Every single move he take had to be calculated and precise.

Sa dulong parte ng hardin, naglakad ang isang guwardiya na walang kaalam-alam sa presensya ng binatilyo. Dinukot ni Draven ang maliit na pistolang may silencer mula sa kanyang coat. Isang putok, at bumagsak ang guwardiya nang walang ingay.