Chapter -3 "New Recruit"

<Rebel POV>

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After killing Italian’s leader, Ryker Romano. I marched straight to my office, located on the 2nd floor. This floor contained my office and suite. It was Evan’s before. He loathed the idea of someone going through his stuff and gang’s details.

I opened the spare door to my suite and hopped into the second door inside my room, which turned out to be the bathroom. Turning on the water, the white glass sink turned red. I washed my bloodied hands and face. I glared at my reflection in the mirror.

I flinched when the face looking back from the mirror was not mine but a girl with pale skin, dark brown hair, and grey emotionless eyes.

I didn’t know this girl, but I saw her running in a dark alley in my dreams so many times that I lost count. I never recognized her, but the shiny thing in her hands was something I remembered. I could tell she was running from someone to save her life.

I shut my eyes and tried to escape from this horrible nightmare, but no matter how many times I tried, it was all in vain. I couldn’t escape from the screams of that little girl that was still ringing in my head. Begging me,

‘Kill them! Kill them! I want to go home... Daddy.’

And just like every other time, I felt the same craving... craving for the bloodshed, for the kill, and desperate for someone to protect me, but who? And from whom? I had no clue.

In frustration, I punched the big wall mirror in front of me, once, twice, and thrice…. until my knuckles scraped raw. Once, a beautiful bathroom turned into a disaster room. 

The white luxurious marble floor was glittering with tiny pieces of broken glass and blood, but my rage hadn’t eased yet.

Who was she? Why did she come to me every single night? Why!?

So many questions with no answers…

I balled my fists, ready to smash whatever I could get my hands on. I didn’t give a damn about the blood dripping from my hands or small pieces of broken glass in my wounds.

A knock on the door annoyed me.

“What?” I asked loudly enough to scare whoever soul was present on the other side of the door.

“Um- Reb, are you okay?” A voice from another side of the door asked. Hesitation was evidence of it.

Kyle, who else could dare to invade my personal space like this moron? I forgot to lock the trap door in a hurry.

“Why are you here?” I asked coldly.

“I heard voices… something broke, I came to check -” he replied in a matter-of-fact voice, but stopped when I suddenly opened the door. 

His eyes widened for a second and looked at the view. However, he composed himself quickly.

“Come to the office.” I ignored his gaze and walked past him to pick up a pair of my special gloves from the closet before walking out to the office with him followed behind.

I stopped in my tracks when I noticed someone else’s presence at my room’s door.

A tall and muscular figure.

A man stood in the middle of my doorway, wearing black ripped jeans and a white button-up shirt, which was open enough to show a glimpse of a tattoo sliding from the side of his neck to his upper chest. He wore a black biker jacket and combat brown boots to complete a fighter look.

I glared at him. My face was emotionless as usual, and sat right with my black leather pants, jacket, dark blue tee-shirt, and black combat boots, to give me a badass mob look that could make losers peed in their pants. Yet this man stayed ineffective. His focus was on my blooded bruised hand.

I cleared my throat and arched my brow at him to divert his attention. I felt a strange flow of energy passing through my body, especially through my hands. 

I didn’t need to look down to know what that was. I knew sparks were shooting from my hands. I clenched my glove tightly to prevent any more harm. Whenever I hurt myself or mostly after my outburst, I always had a hard time controlling my powers.

“He’s a recruit, one of the best ring fighters as you asked, Xavier.” Kyle butted in.

A fighter.

I nodded before walking past him to my office. They followed behind.

I sat down on my spot on Evan’s black and red leather chair behind an enormous black glass desk. Which was mine now, along with his title.

Kyle and the new boy stood straight in the middle of the office in front of my desk.

I motioned to my right-hand man to continue with the recruit’s profile, whilst I was putting my gloves on. I pulled out as many glass pieces as I could without batting my lashes.

I knew it was foolish of me to put on gloves without bandaging my fresh wound and those tiny glass pieces made it look worse.

But I didn’t give a damn. Neither did I want to harm both men, nor I had planned to expose my powers more than I already did. Accidentally. 

So, that was the best I could do now, precaution is better than a cure, right? I couldn’t trust anyone with me, especially after my outburst minutes ago.

By the time Kyle finished, I pulled out my gun from my table’s first shelf and fired two bullets in the new boy’s direction.

After years of training, my speed was abnormal. You couldn’t even get a chance to react by the time the bullet dug a hole through your heart.

He douched at the right time and stared at me in shock, confusion, and anger. Before he turned to look at the wall behind him where bullets hit the bull’s eye, one in the heart and the other in the middle of the dummy’s eyes. Told ya’.

I threw my gun in Xavier’s direction, without warning, yet he caught it well. 

Alert. Sharp reflexes. Good. Huh. 

“Shoot,” I ordered. He was taken aback, arched his brow in a questioning manner before realization smashed him. 

He fired a shot. The bullet passed from a slight distance from my hair to hit the middle of the target, painted behind me on the wall.

I gave him a look of acceptance before turning to Kyle. I left my seat and walked out of the office, but not before ordering Kyle.

“Send someone to clear the torture cell and release Roman Romano. Deliver him to his gang alive with his brother’s dead body as a message. Take this recruit with you.”

With that, I left my office and walked to the training room. I couldn’t control it any longer. I had to give her what she wanted, and I had to satisfy this craving...