Spider-Man | Doesn't Need Help

CHAPTER 6

  The man, of average height, reluctantly and slowly got out of his car, making his way to the back of the massive building to use the entrance that only a few knew about.

  He stepped inside, eager to get everything over with as quickly as possible, so he could return to his routine.

  Maybe, after all this, he could treat himself to a little pleasure? Yes, he deserved it, right?

  "Hello, my dear friend!" The tall brunet greeted him enthusiastically, raising his arms before walking up to what he called his friend.

  He embraced him, then ran his hands along the body of the shorter man.

  "Nice to see you," he said, pulling away once he was sure his guest wasn’t carrying any weapons or anything that might pose a threat.

  Though, it would have been suicide to try anything like that, but that wasn’t the point.

  The man who had just arrived looked, at first glance, much older than the brunet who was greeting him. However, the reality was quite different.

  The host, who was now pouring a clear liquid into two glasses, was nearly ten years older but looked incredibly young. People who knew him would usually guess he was more than ten years younger than his actual age.

  As for the other man, he didn’t appear his age—not just because of his looks. People mostly thought he was older because of the things he had already done.

  "It’s about him, right?" the shorter one asked bluntly, sitting down in one of two black leather chairs opposite his companion.

  The older man took a sip of the alcohol, not answering immediately.

  He didn’t do this on purpose. He knew the question was unnecessary, because if it weren’t for the man, the younger one wouldn’t have been called here.

  "You need to take more action with him," the older man said, staring into his friend’s blue eyes. "In three months, the case will officially be closed."

  'Only then? But they already declared him dead." The younger man looked more intrigued now, his interest growing.

  "True," the older man took another sip. "But, as you know, they’re still searching for the body."

  The younger man turned his gaze to the clear liquid, nodding thoughtfully.

  "So what? You’re going to take him in three months?"

  "Yes. By then, you need to be even harsher with him than you have been. He must be as well-trained as possible, you know what I mean."

  "Every day?"

  "Yes. With the utmost cruelty." The older man took a third and final sip, the alcohol pleasantly scratching his throat.   "Just don’t kill him," he winked at the younger man.

  The shorter man, with jet-black hair, took the glass in his hand and quickly drank it all in one go.

  Without saying another word, he stood up and made his way towards the exit. Once outside, he smiled slightly to himself.

  Let the fun begin.