Caim

10 | something

Caim's POV

I drove down the street to my warehouse, it was on the darker, messier part of the city. The right side of the city was considered as the most chaotic place, all types of illegal stuff goes on there. The people living there are also involved in something illegal and life-threatening.

The road was vacant, not a single soul was seen on it. This gives me all the time to think about my current situation. A bomb was planted in my western warehouse, where most of the gang members live and thankfully they were all out on a mission when it happened. I was informed about it in just a few minutes after the blast.

The blast was planned by our biggest rival gang ' the scorpions' because their former gang leader, Tim Alex was brutally murdered by mine and it brought a great downfall to their gang and ever since, his son Alex Grey has been adamant to seek revenge on his father's death, this was not the first time when we were attacked by them.

It is the second most powerful gang after mine, 'Los Leones' which means ' the lions', this name was given by the first leader of this gang, which was my grandfather. He was a very strict man with discipline and rule, his principles were simple, never target the weaker one, make the troop suffer but kill the bait with one shot.

I learned most of my tricks from him at a very tender age of 9 when my dad was the leader and I was just under progression for the oncoming title. He taught me to not let a single emotion slip out and display in my eyes, it is the biggest weakness any guy could have. I was raised into a very stereotypical man who was told not to cry because a man should never cry unless he accepts himself to be a disgrace.

He imprinted it inside my head by giving me punishments that were too extreme for a 10-year-old. The proof was the scars littering my back and chest, the burn marks, whip marks, candle wax, everything left a trace and never healing scars on my body which inflicted vastly my head. I never cried after that, I last cried when I was 11 and after that, never.

I parked right outside the burned down building, stepping out of the car, I noticed most of the house was almost black with walls falling off their himges but the top floor has thick smoke still coming out of the windows which only meant the bomb was planted there and only some people in my gang are allowed to go there since we have all of our weapons put there for safekeeping. Everything is pointing to only one thing, that someone from inside is working for grey.

It was clear that someone from the inner team has helped them to place the bomb, it left me with one advantage, as not everyone has the access to that floor so I can easily figure out who the mole is.

I pulled out my phone from the front pocket and switched it on but freeze momentarily at the screensaver. It was the picture of me and miliani from the other day in the library, where she was running her fingers through my hair and I was lying on the hard wooden floor with my head in her lap. I remember that position was truly comfortable and the hardness of the floor was almost non-existing.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I never remember putting any picture as my screensaver, it was blank, always. I don't even know who clicked this. No one has access to my phone. The last person who even used my phone other than me was Miliani but this photograph was taken from the front angle and there was no one inside that section besides u- I widened my eyes in remembrance.

Lucas, he is the only one who touched my phone in the last 24 hours.It agitated me that Lucas touched my phone, I never liked people touching my things without my permission, sometimes its alright for someone but that someone should have hazel eyes and brown hair with the first letter of their name should be M and ending at i.

Miliani Snow, this name has corrupted me. It started when I first saw her through those windows, something keen to familiarity sparked from those hazel eyes. There is something in her eyes which seems familiar, like I've seen those pair of eyes before. My minded drifted to a certain pair of Hazel eyes but I demolished the thought as soon as it flashed in my brain, this can't happen, i havent seen her since 2 years.