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Raja was sipping his vodka while leaning on the table, watching Tales carefully, who was groaning in his sleep. He really wondered what kind of dream was happening inside Tales' head that he was sweating buckets, and his hands were clenching onto the sheets.Raja’s gaze shifted to Tales' scars. There were too many, but they were small—scars made by cigarettes. The scars on his thighs were clearly from being flogged with sharp equipment.'This is why you don’t want me to see your body, huh?' he asked incredulously. Crossing his arms, he added, 'Nothing wrong with your body, though. You’re still appetizing in my eyes.' He then tapped his forefinger on the rim of the glass. "But if it bothers you so much, you can tell me who fuckin’ did it, and I’ll rip their throats, hammer their hands, and butcher their bodies," he murmured dangerously to himself. "But you won’t do that, will you? Since you’re so stubborn… till the very end."Raja stared even more intently when Tales started shifting h
The room was dimly lit and the vague flicker of an overhead bulb emitting long shadows that ripple across the bare walls. A figure stood near the window that overlook the whole city, wearing a suit that screams wealthiness, their outline sharp against the faint glow of the city skyline. They held a sleek black expensive phone to their ear, their voice calm and measured."The Twilight Organization is on the move," came a voice from the other end of the line, slightly warped by static. "They’re rooting out the rats. If we don’t act now, they’ll trace everything back to us. What are your orders?"The figure remained silent, their gaze fixed on the city below. The hush sounds of honking cars and distant conversations can be slightly heard. The man's palm touched the windowsill as they contemplated their response. Finally, they spoke, their tone cold and unyielding as they smirk with such dangerousness."Let them dig," they said, their words stopping the tension like a blade. "They’ll fin
“Investigative team... they’re gone.”Raja froze, his expression turns into shock then cold. “What do you mean gone?”“They were ambushed,” Gabriel continued, his voice steady but heavy with controlled fury. “Someone sold us out. A traitor inside the unit lured them into a trap. When they were cornered—” Gabriel hesitated briefly, his voice dropping lower, “—a bomb went off. There’s nothing left. Only one survivor.”"Me."Tales, who had only one goal in mind, to finish what he's eating then go to his room, looked up sharply at the mention of the bomb. His face became full of curiosity.Raja’s grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. “And the traitor?”“Gone too. Either they were part of the detonation, or they had their own escape plan,” Gabriel replied bitterly. “But I swear I’ll dig through every file, every lead, and every damn body if I have to. We’ll find who’s pulling the strings.”“Not if I find them first, I'll make sure to hunt them down.” Raja said coldly, h
Many luxurious car parked around the grand hotel 'SALAMANCA". Men and women in suits appeared out kf the vehicles, exuding danger and authority. The sound of their shoes and high heels, echoed throughout the the stairs as they strode towards the revolving door. They showed their card to the counter and the personnel immediately assist them in a VIP manner. Unit 1, the assassination team who's leader is Raja stays quiet at the back while their leader is standing near the table. Raja is cold and methodical, with sharp, calculating eyes. He doesn’t waste words, and is dangerously quiet while he analyze everything about the person in the room. His team is trained to kill with precision, and failure is not tolerated. Unit 2 - The infiltration team, Elara wore a red and black sexy low back dress with low neckline. Her red lips smirked a she smoke her cigarettes while tapping his stiletto high heels. Her long black hair flow freely at her back. Elara is ruthless and manipulative. Her sharp
After the meeting, each leaders part ways as they still need to do their jobs in order for the Organization to function and achieve the agenda—find the traitor. Although, that's almost impossible since it's like finding a needle in haystack . However, one leader stayed and followed Father to the office. SALAMANCA is a hotel— owned by Father in the name of being a businessman. Father knows that Raja is following him for an obvious reason but still he didn't speak. He glance at Tales who's following behind Raja in a look that he intends to let Tales know, he feels disgusted. 'What a whore.' he murmured on his mind and entered the office.Raja also shows no emotions. He need to be like this in order to set things straight. Raoul, Claren and Michael are going down to the lobby to guard their vehicles since it's this kind of meeting, other leaders would sabotage each other by either making a hole to the tire, smashing the car and so on. Just before he closed the door, he glance seriou
The heavy doors of the hotel swung open as Raja walk out, still gripping Tales’s wrist tightly. Tales staggered behind, yanking his arms everytime he got the chance, struggling to keep up with Raja’s pace, his face twisted in frustration. Claren stood by the black SUV, leaning casually against the driver’s side door, his arms are crossed as he watched the two approach. Michael and Raoul were stationed nearby, their brows furrowed and their eyes doesn't miss any suspicious movements, their postures are alert. “Are we leaving now?” Claren asked, his tone is light but bind with curiosity. “Yes,” Raja snapped, his voice is cold and sharp . He yanked open the passenger door and shoved Tales inside without a second thought. Tales landed awkwardly on the seat, facing Raja outside, he quickly sat as he shot Raja a glare. “You could’ve just told me to get in,” he muttered, rubbing his wrist. "You dimwit." Raja ignored him, slamming the door shut. He turned to Claren, his expression is dark
The morning sun streamed through the windows with white blinds of the main house, painting the luxurious interior in a still dim light but some of the rays seep through the blinds. Raja, who's face is filled with an unapproachable expression, progressed across his office, his gaze is fixed on the documents spread across his arm. He was reviewing the list of names Father had sent, his mind is a mayhem of suspicion and anger. He had to find the traitors in cahoots with Jamila, the ones who had dared to betray him, to underestimate his capabilities. His obsession with control, with finding those who dared to defy him, already consumed him.He was occupied of his work, oblivious to the world outside his office walls. While Tales, slumped in a black long sofa, watched Raja with a mixture of weariness and a flicker of amusement. He enjoy how Raja was in a dire state trying to find the traitor to prove his worth to Father.Although, he was exhausted, his body aching from the previous ni
The once neat living room of Raja's estate became an utter chaos. His trusted men—Claren, Raoul, Michael, and several others—lie down across the floor, unconscious. Empty mugs of coffee and tea were scattered across the tables. Raja stood in the center of the room, his hands immediately clenched into fists, his jaw tight and his temple shows veins when he tried to control his emotions. 'No sign of forced entry. Whoever did this knew their way around.'Raja’s jaw tightened as his pulse quickened. He stand beside Claren, kicking him moderately. “Wake up,” he barked. “What happened here?”Claren groaned faintly but didn’t open his eyes. Raja's mind immediately play different scenarios of what could possibly happened here. When he's focusing on his work, this happened? His men was drugged and incapacitated? Then the realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. Tales.He turned sharply, his eyes flaring as he strode rapidly toward Tales’ quarters. The room was empty. The sheets were
'The first time I saw him, I thought he was invincible.'Raja stood among the other children in that cold, dimly lit training room. His small fists were clenched at his sides, shaking with fear and exhaustion. The trainer’s voice barked commands, and the crack of a whip punctuated every failure. Raja had already been struck once that day, the pain still radiating across his back.He wanted to give up.But then he saw him—Tales, standing tall and defiant in the line of children. There was something different about him. While the others avoided the trainer’s gaze, shrinking under his scrutiny, Tales stared back with fire in his eyes.'He didn’t just survive; he fought. He was everything I wasn’t—strong, fearless, unbreakable. I wanted to be like him. And I was even more mesmerized how well he takes care of me. I'm not his brother by blood but upon consuming the poison, he was there to help me when I woke up. He was attentive to me and treated me like a family.'The memory blurred, shift
The infirmary was covered in silence, save for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the faint hum of the IV pump. Tales sat drooped in his chair, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on Raja’s still form. The moonlight filtered through the small window, casting pale shadows across the room.'His face is pale...'Raja hadn’t open his eyes since they’d brought him in. His face was ashen, his breathing shallow, the rise and fall of his chest barely noticeable. One could mistaken him for being dead if they didn't see the apparatuses.Tales leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he studied the man. “You’re a tough bastard, aren’t you?” he muttered, his voice low. “But even you can’t take this much.”He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The stillness was unnerving, the lack of response gnawing at him.“Hey,” Tales said, louder this time, as if sheer force could will Raja to wake. “You gonna make us carry your dead weight forever, or what?”No
The forest was eerily quiet as Unit 1 run away at the back of the mansion towards the woods, surprisingly no one stopped their leaving that fuel their tension as their breaths coming fast and shallow. The moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting long shadows across the ground. Claren immediately put Raja against a tree, the moon make his battered body crystal clear, while the rest of the team caught their breath, weapons still in hand. Tales crouched nearby, knife glinting in his hand, as he tried to caught his breath.They now only have 10 members left from the unfortunate event. Raoul who has now finally caught his breath, managed to speak. "We can't let our guard down. We should run again before they can catch up.""They will not." Raja intervened even though he's so weak right now.Tales raised his eyebrows. He almost died back there. He'll not do it again. He'd rather wait for an announcement that Raja was dead before moving. He just risked his life for nothing. "Wha
Raja’s words hung in the air, their bitter tone left tension through the room’s silence. Tales took another hesitant step forward, his gaze locked on the bruised and bloodied figure before him."Raja's here, 2nd floor." Raoul informed others through the ear piece.While Tales wince because of emotion he felt. He thought he would be disappointed if he'll find Raja alive but instead, relief wash over him. “Of course, we came,” Tales said, his voice unsteady. He cannot control the emotions that is swirling inside him. “We’re here to get you out.”Raja chuckled weakly, the sound more like a cough. “Out?” he repeated, his words has no hope at all, like he had no hope with his teammates capabilities to get him out of the hellhole, shaking his head. “You’re not getting anyone out of here. Least of all me. You should just wait in the headquarters. You've ruined everything!" He hissed although that's barely a whisper.Raoul narrowed his eyes, his gun still raised. “What the hell are you talki
The white mansion is just ahead, its tall windows glowing with the lights inside and can be seen in the area where the Unit 1 and Tales was hiding. They're hiding behind the tall and big trees. Some were on the bushes. There were no guards. The place was took quite as if inviting them to get inside. But they couldn't care less. "So what is the plan?" Tales asked. Claren could either divide them by group in order to search for Raja faster but Tales' jaw almost dropped when he heard Claren's words."No plan.""W-what?" He asked unbelievably. "How about the lay out of this mansion? You have that at least, right?"Claren looked at him for a long time before shaking his head. "Got none. The plan is to save Raja. Nothing else."Tales was speechless. So it's really a suicide huh? How can they be so brainless? Well, he's no better but he don't want to die. Nevermind... He'll just run if things got really messy."Let's get moving."Tales followed close behind Claren and Raoul, his knife and g
The silence in the living room was deafening, broken only by the faint tik-tak of Tales' feet. It was already a week since Raja's disappearance. Claren and half of the crew already recovered. Though their eyes screams icy stares towards him. He was walking towards the kitchen to eat. Claren who's really quiet, has his earlier anger controlled but simmering just beneath the surface. Michael was also glaring at him like there's no tomorrow. Tales poured himself a water. His mind raced, trying to redirect his thoughts but every thought looped back to Raja.The image of him being dragged away wouldn’t leave.And also the crew seems so busy cleaning with their guns, knives and weapons. Tales even furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity. What are they even doing or planning?Michael who's also eyeing him, finally broke the silence, his voice low and rough. “You are really collected huh? When it's your fault that Raja is like this. But what can I expect ? Even if you'll use your pea brain, your
The morning light filtered through the curtains, weak and gray. Tales hadn’t moved from the floor at all, his body stiff and his mind clouded. The events of the night felt like a blur, but the image of Raja being dragged away remained sharp and vivid.Don't get him wrong. He stayed with Claren and others all because he wanted to acquire some information. He needs to know if Raja will be back alive or in a form of corpse. A loud groan startled Tales and immediately look at Claren who was struggling to sit on the bed. Claren's expression was guarded, but his sharp eyes scanned Tales carefully.Tales sat stiffly on the floor, his fingers twitching against his knees. The morning light streaming through the window did nothing to ease the tension in the air. His mind raced with questions, but no one had come to explain anything. He had to ask.But before he could even speak, Claren opened his mouth to ask, his eyes narrowing at him and his gaze is cold and unwelcoming.“Tales,” Claren ca
"Get changed."The cold walls of Raja’s headquarters made the room feel lifeless. Brightlight chandelier flickered above, casting shadows on the floor. Tales sat on a couch, his body slumped forward, the weight of the past days are too much to bear. He was wrapped in Raja’s large coat, his own clothes gone—torn and useless. The coat was warm but heavy, a reminder of everything that had happened.His body ached with every breath. Cuts and bruises covered him, and the marks from the whip still burned. But all of this seems to be buried with the suffocating silence and tension in the room. Raja was walking away from the living room now carrying a silence. He walked towards the staircase in order to went to his study, his hands gripping the railings tightly. His white shirt was stained with blood—Dimitri’s blood. The katana he’d used to cut down Dimitri’s men lay was on his hand beside him, still dirty with the fight.The silence between them stretched. Tales couldn’t take it anymore.He
It was such a hurdle for Tales. Tales didn’t know what to feel upon seeing that Raja didn’t do anything when Dimitri took him. He just stood there, staring blankly at him.And Tales of course didn't expect Raja to save him although his body trembled unbeknownst to him. They exited the party and went to where Dimitri's vehicle are."Let go of me." He hissed as he bumped his head to the head of one of Dimitri's men named Roose and even flap his legs, kicking the people that surrounded him.Tales eyebrows twitch in fear when Roose narrowed his mind while looking at him. He looks deadly dangerous. Yet Tales frown when the man snickered. "You're feisty. I like that." He raised his hand and attempted to touch Tales but Dmitri immediately slap his hand away. "You dare?""Boss—""Me first." Dmitri stated with emphasis with slightly widening of eyes to say that he should not touch his possession.He was dragged against his will and no matter how much he struggled, it was all in vain. When t