Chapter 1: Mave

2015, Borgo del Castello, Italy

The cloud of dust billowed into the air as the race finished. The crowd was yelling and trodding each other as they ran towards the finish line.Some of them stayed on their spot, shaded themselves with their hands from the glaring sun and mostly men, removed their tops to cool themselves as the weather was too hot but it didn't stop them to come and witness the event.

It was the last pair of ten racers for that day. The rule was two drivers will race, the winner will be paired again to the next contender until the last driver. Who wins during the last pair to race will be declared as the winner. 

Drag racing was a usual event in the area every other weekend. One of the favorite hang outs of those from well-off and powerful families. 

The place was owned by the billionaire and CEO of the La Velocita, the number one manufacturer and producer of fast cars in Italy and other European countries. Maverick Niccolo Morelli is the one. Isa sa kinagigiliwan niyang sports ang racing kaya hindi siya nagsasayang ng panahon at binili ang lugar para sa kan’yang hilig sa karera. Ever since he was a kid, he has loved cars. Fast cars to be exact. One of his dreams was to design and produce fast cars to the world at natupad nga ‘yon. He was one of the biggest manufacturers and producers, hindi lamang sa Europa but globally. He is a car designer but if he has the time and in the mood, katulong siya nito to create designs. 

“Woooh!” 

Everyone cheered for him when he came out of his car. He was wearing a faux leather black biker’s pants and a white fitted shirt which emphasizes his well built torso. A black leather boots for his footwear. Matikas ang dating niya sa kanyang suot. His naturally wavy, bouncy and lustrous hair was swaying na umaayon sa ihip ng hangin. His marble grey orbs was no expression, looking impassively to the crowd. He smirked as he looked at them who are cheering for him crazily. A common sight every time he was there for a race. Parang dios ang tingin ng mga ito sa kanya lalo na ngayong bangag na ang karamihan sa kanila sa dróga.

Kung wala siya, wala ring karera. Joining the race was his way to vent his emotions. When he bought the place, wala naman siyang balak na magiging venue ito ng racing but he finds it boring kapag siya lang mag-isa ang nagpapatakbo ng sasakyan. He wasn’t satisfied. Kapag puno siya ng galit, kahit halos lunurin niya ang sasakyan sa kapal ng alikabok sa pagpapatakbo ng mabilis, parang may kulang. Kaya naisipan niyang maging open ang place for other bikers who loves the sports. At doon nag-umpisa ang palaro. It was challenging for him. Though nobody defeated him, tanggap naman ng mga katunggali niya. Why? Kahit naman matalo sila, hindi rin naman sila lugi kasi binabayaran naman sila and aside from that, there are bonus offered. Drúgs, women, anything that they will enjoy. Kagaya ngayon. Alam niyang halos lango na ang mga ito sa droga at alak. Isa sa kinagigiliwan ng mga manonood ang pagpunta dahil maraming libre. 

Inikot niya ang paningin at may iilan nang nagmi-make out sa tabi at ang iba ay nakasandal sa kani-kanilang mga sasakyan. Napangisi siya. 

“Hi Mave! Congratulations!” 

His facial expressions changed instantly when he heard the voice. Mas mabilis pa sa kidlat ang pagbabago ng kan’yang mood. He turned to the direction where the voice came from. Lalong dumilim ang kan’yang paningin nang nakasalubong ng kan’yang mga tingin ang babaeng halos lumuwa na ang dibdib sa suot na sailor outfit. It’s a combination of white and blue. The top was a halter white that only covers her rounded twin peaks. Halos lumuwa pa din ang mga ito sa liit ng telang nakatabon sa ma kalakihan niyang dîbdib. The skirt in blue na halos isang dangkal lang yata ang haba was exposing her nice pair of legs and kahit ang pagkababàe nito ay hindi na kayang takpan pa nito. The outfit was complete with a pair of white leather boots na hanggang tuhod. Pakimbot-kimbot itong naglakad palapit sa kanya habang kagat-labing nakangiti na tila inaakit siya pero she’s not completely closer yet when he steps forward to meet her, grabbed her nape and shoved her aggressively against his car. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that name?!” He asked and pinned down the woman facing his car while his other hand pulled that tiny G-string she was wearing. He ripped it off. He then entered his three fingers in her womanhood, wordlessly. Napaigik ang babae sa sakit na nagmula sa kan’yang kaselanan pero lalo lamang niyang naramdaman ang pagdiin nito sa kanya sa gilid ng sasakyan. 

She wanted to complain pero hindi niya magawa because she knows lalo lang siya nitong parurusahan right there and then in front of the crowd. Wala itong pakialam kung maraming nakatingin. He used to it. She used to it too. Libangan na niya to engage in séx kahit may nanonood. He is more aggressive when he was doing it with the crowd around him. He is a debauched person, he knows. His behaviour is unacceptable in a society. He was doing dirty stuff publicly including sex at wala siyang pakialam. He can't hold his horses. A bad-tempered person like him can't control it lalo na kung nasa magandang mood siya then biglang may sisira just like the woman in his grasp.

He moves his fingers in and out of her rapaciously like a ravenous beast who seems to devour her in an instant. Ramdam nito ang gigil ng bawat pag-ulos ng kan’yang mga daliri. Masakit, mahapdi, at nakaliliyong sensasyon ang dumadaloy sa kabuuan ng babae that causes her to moan in pleasure and groan in pain. It wasn’t her first time to be in his hands pero matindi ang dulot ng ginagawa sa kaniya at the moment. Unsatisfied of what he was doing, inalis nito ang mga daliri sa kaselanan ng hawak na babae. He unzip his pants and pulled it down slightly to free his hardened manhood na kanina pa gustong kumawala sa suot niyang pants. He then held it out of his piece of underwear. Umiigting ang ugat nito at namumula na animo’y galit na galit. It has an enormous size and ready to conquer the woman, massively.  

“Stick your ass out!” He commanded authoritatively. Parang kulog ang boses nitong agad namang sumunod ang babae na hindi pa lubusang nagawa ang iniutos nito ay agad siyang napaliyad nang bumaon ang pagkalàlaki nito sa kan’yang kaibuturan kasabay ng paghawak nito sa kan’yang buhok na nagpaangat sa kan’yang mukha. His other hand was aggressively moulding her titties alternately. Napaungol ang babae sa kan’yang ginagawa. She seems enjoyed what he was doing kaya lalo siyang naging agresibo. He pounded and banged her hard against the car. His pace was as fast as how he speed up during the race. 

“Are you going to call me that name again?” tanong niya dito habang patuloy na binabayo ang babae ng patalikod. His teeth gritted sa magkahalong galit at pagbibitaw ng lakas sa ginagawa sa babae.

“Nooo..” The woman replied in almost whispers. Mahirap at sumasakit na ang kaniyang leeg sa pagkakaangat lalo nang hinigpitan nito ang hawak sa kan'yang buhok. He escalated his pace when he felt that he was about to cúm. 

“Aaahhh...” he moaned in pleasure after he pulled out his shaft and squirted his juices against the woman’s àss. Kagat-labi niyang ipinutok ito lahat doon while the woman dropped tired on the side of the car. 

“Boss!” Wika naman ng isang lalaki sabay abot sa kanya ng pamunas. 

He took it and spoke. “Take her out of my sight now and take her to her usual place." Aniya habang pinupunasan ang namumula pa at namamasang kahabaan.

 

The guy then came to get the woman from leaning against the car. Tahimik ito. Alam niyang sa oras na magsasalita siya ay mas lalong bibigat ang parusa sa kanya. 

“Bridgette, let’s go!” Wika ng lalaki dito sabay akay sa babae. 

Before she followed him, she throw a glance at Maverick but she didn’t see any emotions from him. Parang wala lang itong ginagawa sa kanya as he zips his pants back at lumingon sa mga nanonood. Muling naghiyawan ang mga ito na tila sanay nang makita ang kan’yang ginawa sa babae. 

Bridgette was an Italian woman who claimed that she loves him but loving her in return was not in Maverick’s list. Para sa kanya, he loves his life and job than a woman like Bridgette. He knows how to respect women. Gaano man siya ka sama sa paningin ng iba pero sa puso niya may respeto pa naman at pagmamahal na natira. Respect begets respect pero paano niya irerespeto ang mga babaeng kagaya ni Bridgette na ipinagpalit ang dangal than the money she receives. She receives a monthly salary for giving him an illicit service. Pero nasa kontrata nila na hanggang doon lang ‘yon pero minahal siya ng babae na naging dahilan minsan ng pagkakagulo dahil sa nagiging dominante na ito sa iba pa niyang babae. He can't count anymore how many times she’d been punished for hurting the other women in his house. 

“You know that he won’t allow anyone to call him that name, right?” 

Maverick heard the guy tell the woman. He shook his head and smirked but then a flash of sadness appeared on his face. 

“Only her could call me that name and no one else.” 

He opened the car door but before he could go inside, the man who took the woman named Bridgette turned to him and said. 

“He was already there waiting for you.” 

He just nodded as he got the message and got in the car. Agad niyang pinaharurot ito, not thinking how the crowd would cough as he left them with a thick cloud of dust. 

A few minutes drive, Maverick arrived at the porch of his house. It was a three storey house with a basement and a large backyard. Mukhang maliit lang ito kapag titingnan sa labas but the house have eight rooms in total. Sinadya niya itong pinagawa. Sarili niyang disenyo ang paggawa. He hadn’t totally entered the house when another car arrived. Agad bumaba ang sakay nito. The man who took Bridgette at the racing place. Ibinigay nito ang susi sa isa sa mga lalaking bantay sa labas gano’n din ang babaeng nag-umpisa nang pumalag. 

“Take her and tied in the room naked with legs are spread widely,” Maverick said to the guy. His voice echoed in the porch made his other men alerted. Alam nilang mainit ang ulo nito kapag ganoon ang tono ng kan’yang pananalita. 

He then immediately left with the guy behind him. They’re going down to the basement of his house.

“Are my toys ready, Brando?” He asked the guy behind him as they walked down the stairs to the basement. 

“Yes, boss!” 

Brando was his right hand. He trusted him. He was five years older than him. He was just twenty three but if no one knows his age, they will mistaken him older than his age based on his body built. He stands six feet two inches and with well-built muscles. Brando worked for him for nearly five years years. He was eighteen when his ‘ninong’ gave him the authority for everything. He was hesitant at first as it wasn’t part of his dreams. He never dreamed to be a mafia boss but he has no choice. Malaki ang utang na loob niya sa ‘ninong’ niya kaya he accepted the role. Nag-aaral pa lamang siya noon but who could imagine that he was already a mafia boss. Besides, he was popular in their university as one of the top students asides from his good looks. He has an Italian-Filipino descent which gave him that mestizo looks that standout among others. 

The wooden door swung open after Brando entered the passcode. Sinalubong sila ng dalawa pang lalaki na naroroon. They immediately bowed their head when they saw him. 

“Does he still struggling to get out?” Brando queried to the men. 

“Not anymore. He seems tired from struggling, ” nswered one of the guys. 

The room was huge. It occupies half of the basement. The walls were painted in ash grey. As you entered the room, there was a set of couches and a coffee table that could accommodate four people. At one corner was a small pantry where anyone there could make a coffee. Or any cold drinks as there was also a small fridge on the other side. Parang sinadya ito para sa mga taong naka-assign doon. 

Iginiya ng mga tauhan niya si Maverick papasok. Doon sinalubong sila ng isang bahagi ng silid that Maverick called it as his indoor playground. Sa gitna noon ay may katamtamang laki ng lamesa. On top was displayed the different types of daggers, jambiya, trench knife, dirk, boot knife, katar, name it all parang andoon na lahat ng klase. Dagdag pa dito the bow and arrow. He loves archery which is one of his hobby when he was calm and relax but there was an exception kagaya ng oras na ito. Behind the table was a black swivel chair which assumed na doon siya uupo. It was facing the wall painted in red. And on that wall was a big round table-like or better call it a roulette. 

“Let me get out of here!” sigaw ng lalaking naka-clamp sa roletang nakadikit sa wall. His arms was spread wide open na nakadipa as well as his legs. 

“Boss,” Brando gets Maverick’s attention and gives him the gloves he needs. 

He took and wear them while striding towards the table while his eyes on the wall where the roulette is. Umigting ang kan’yang mga panga. Bigla siyang nanggigil. Pagtapat sa mesa ay pasalampak siyang naupo sa swivel chair na naroon at itinaas ang dalawang oaa at ipinatong sa mesa. 

“Tell us who your boss is.” He said while eyeing the table. His hand on his jaw as his fingers playfully massaged it. 

“You can’t get any information from me, Morelli!” the guy responded. Refused to answer his question. 

Maverick stretches his arm and reaches a gadget on the table and presses it. Kasabay ng kan’yang pagpindot ay ang paggalaw ng roleta. Dahan-dahan itong umikot at umiba ang posisyon ng taong nandoon. He was now in an upside down position. His head was on the lower part. 

“Now tell me, who is your boss!” He said again at umayos ng upo. He then runs his hand on the daggers in front of him. He was like playing eeny-meeny-my-nemo while waiting for the guy to answer. 

The guy laugh. He didn’t answer the question which made Maverick pressed another button. This time the roulette spinned continuously at a moderate speed. He waited for a couple of minutes for the guy to answer pero wala. He was losing his patience. He took one of the daggers, the dirk and threw it on a roulette like he was playing a dart game. It hit the surface of the roulette right an inch distance from the guys’ underarm. 

The guys’ faces turned red in nervousness as well as dizziness as the roulette continued spinning. 

“Are you going to tell me who your boss is, now?” Maverick asked again calmly while holding another dagger in its sheath. He unsheaths it as he waits for the guys’ response, touching the sharp edges gently and twirls it on his hand. 

“I told you, I won’t... aaaahhhh” 

The guy hasn’t finished his words yet and he screams when the dagger hits his arm. The roulette continued spinning while the guy was struggling to get away from it. Wincing in pain, groans as he tries to move his arm with the dagger on it. His blood started dripping. 

It was the previous night when Maverick’s men reported that some group of men intercepted their shipment and found them burnt a few kilometres away from the port. Aside from his car producing business, Maverick operates some illegal businesses like smuggling and drug trafficking. His men managed to find the group and they left the guy on the roulette to get more information from him.  

“Boss, he seems to not reveal who his boss is,” Brando said and handed him a phone which a video was currently playing. 

Maverick then presses another button and the roulette stops. 

“Maybe this time you will tell me who your boss is.” He said and gestured to Brando to go closer to the guy. Brando showed the video they were playing earlier.

“No! Not my mom, please.,” the guy shouted and shook his body, struggling to remove himself from the clamp but his efforts were wasted as there was no way for him to survive even if he would be able to unclamp himself. 

Maverick switched on the roulette again and this time he was holding the bow and arrow aiming to the roulette which the speed was getting faster. 

“He was a Russian national...” the guy shouted. Maverick moves his head away from aiming at the guy. “Dimitri Koslov,” the guy added. 

The name was familiar to Maverick and he doesn’t need more information to know the guy. He stood momentarily and in a flash he released the bow and the arrow flew off straight to the guy’s chest. Brando then came to check his pulse. 

“I think he’s dead!” 

The bow was dipped in a chemical that once hit the human body, the chemical will run through his veins and will cause death in less than a minute. 

“Do as always!” 

He said before leaving the room. His men already understand what he meant.