CHAPTER 4

DAEM'S POV 

Daem fearlessly drives his vehicle into a dark alley and stops in front of a building that looks small. But inside, you will realise that it is big and wide because there is a lot hidden inside that is not visible from the outside. Before getting out of the car, Daem made sure that his only friend in this world was in his pocket, and that was none other than his gun. When he finally got out of his car, he was immediately greeted by two men whose faces were familiar to him. He just kept on walking until they blocked his path, so he couldn't stop being tortured, even though he was a man.

❝Just an inspection, Sir!❞ said a guard named Berth.

Yes, he knows it. Not just known but well-known, and also his gender because he is not new to this kind of place, but until now, if he is treated as if he is different? He can't be trusted by them, and he will also understand them because, in such a dangerous place, trust that everyone knows can be bought at the right price is not fashionable.

❝Doesn't my face still didn't in your brain yet? Well, I'm fed up with the looks on your faces.❞ he angrily said to the person blocking his way. 

❝I don't have anything else here but this and what you need. ❞ he said to them and simply showed his money and a small gun in his pocket.

Even though this gun is small, he is sure that the poor person it will hit is not safe. Among the many types of guns, his favourite is the Glock 43. It is ultra-concealable, accurate, and a fantastic tool for all shooters, regardless of one's hand size.

The grip has a built-in beaver tail design, which allows the shooter to acquire a high and tight grip. The aggressive texture of the grip surface allows for comfortable and reliable operation of the pistol. They were silent and didn't say anything about the gun he was carrying because he was grinning.

❝Maybe you can't blame me. Is it not? If I take this thing inside,❞ He made them understand.

❝You don't trust me, and I don't trust you either, but you need me for this.❞ he signalled to them the money.

❝And I need you too to get what I need,❞ he promised.

His need was so great that he went right here to the hideout. This is where he buys illegal drugs when he needs them; sometimes he buys them at the bar because there are many tentacles scattered everywhere.

Often in crowded places, they make simple movements. He knows these movements very well because he has tried them once because he is also one of them who has great needs.

He came from a luxurious family, but that could not be considered a family either because his father was only good at working as a child, but he was afraid of responsibility.

Whereas if his father had done it to abandon him? His mother did the same; she left him with his grandfather and grandmother, the two people who stood as his father and mother. But it's still lacking; they haven't been able to fill the love that he longs for that his own parents denied him.

Maybe that's why his life has been going like this—he doesn't know where to go. When his grandparents scolded him because of his nonsense, he also lost interest in life. 

Maybe that's why he does these things because he also knows that all of this will destroy him, but it seems like that's what he wants.

It was as if that were his quest—his destruction. The two guards left his path and politely let him go inside, which is considered by all to be heaven on earth. But the difference is that everyone here is a sinner like him. And fearlessly, he entered the sinful sky on earth; the dark room welcomed him.

It's dark, and it's as if the light is red because almost every corner is lit red. A candle is a symbol of death, but no one ever retreats in fear because almost everyone here lives but cannot feel that they are alive because their lives are like hell.

This place can be said to be hell on earth, and one of his bodies is being burned with an illegal drug, a drug that he cannot escape.

❝Brother,❞ greeted him when a man greeted him.

It's obvious in his voice that he's been on drugs because he's slurring his speech as well.

❝Why did you just come back to the family?❞ the man asked this while losing his balance while standing.

He is Daemon Gabrielle Santiago, and this is what she considers family. Why do they call it family? Simply because this is where they run when they have a serious problem, like him, he needs it, and this is where he runs.

❝Bro, just put it to sleep, and tomorrow it will be gone,❞ he advised.

When he said those words, he suddenly stopped, and he just laughed while trying to stop crying but didn't win because the disappointment still fell in his eyes. Maybe all the people in the world can't.

Just laughing is crazy to look at, but that's really the problem. Sometimes, when people can't take it anymore, they lose their sanity because they can't take the heavy emotional problem anymore.

❝Bro, I love her.❞ the man laughed and reasoned even though he was hurt.

The only thing he knows here is that his name is Zandro, and he landed in this place because the woman he was going to marry left him for what he considered his best friend.

❝Is Raven there?❞ He asked here.

He doesn't know what to say here because in his whole life he has never loved, and he has no intention of loving because he has no intention of imitating this one because he has loved so much that he was out of his mind when his heart failed. So he just asked the person he went to.

❝Yes, at the top,❞ smiling response.

He stepped away from it, but he still heard what he said. 

❝You don't know how it feels. You never experience  love,❞ he said softly, but he still heard it.

I don't need love in my life; it's just a headache.

He just ignored it and went upstairs. When he got to the top, there was still a door blocking his path. He kicked it, and suddenly someone spoke inside; that voice was familiar.

❝What the hell?❞ people inside it complained.

He smiled, and he smiled even more when a woman with a beautiful figure opened the door because he immediately guessed what she was about to do, so the voice that spoke earlier sounded like a bad trip.

❝Come in, handsome.❞ the woman greets him softly while clinging to the door like a leech.

He simply looked at her; he grinned when he saw that her red lipstick was smeared. It was obvious that she was fighting the intense caress. And above all, her thin dress was white; it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra.

Perhaps playful hands removed it, scratching her large breasts as well. He bit his lip when he noticed that she was staring at his red nipple that was protruding from her dress. He just grimaced because it was obviously a snake; he had obviously disturbed them, and he had nothing to do with it.

He had no problem with it; it was beautiful and alluring, but he wasn't that hungry for a woman to kill this caterpillar, so he just passed it by. But he immediately stopped when he felt that something had entered his shoe. He stopped, turned his attention to his chin, and raised his eyebrows a lot when he realised that there were red pants hanging from his shoes.

❝Wait,❞ he raised his left hand and signalled that he was making the woman behind him stop.

❝You left,❞ and he chased after her.

He didn't even bother to look back; he kicked the woman's pants backwards and continued walking towards Raven's table. Raven Valencia is his friend when he has money, but he can make sure that she doesn't mind him when he doesn't have money either, because that's the world they live in; everything revolves around money. But he's no different here because that's how he runs; he just considers him a friend whenever he needs him, like now.

Even though he didn't offer to sit down, he willingly sat down, but not on the two chairs on either side of the table but on the table itself, as if he were very relieved. It will not break because this table is made of wood and is definitely sturdy. 

❝Who is that?❞ he asked with a smile.

In the erotic novels we read, men often moan a woman's name in the middle of sex.

❝I don't know! ❞ it replied.

But there are also people who really don't care; the only thing that matters to them is to fulfil their needs. He couldn't stop laughing at her response to him because he didn't know the woman without a bra and left her pants on the floor.

❝I just need her help to release it, and I don't need to know her name for that matter.❞ no emotion Raven said.

It also has a point because a man only moans a woman's name in the middle of sex if there is emotion involved. But there is nothing because everything is surely called only by the flesh and the warmth of the body. 

❝There is a reason for what you said, but still, didn't you like to moan her name?❞ he asked foolishly.

❝I like to moan, but I don't want to be hoarse just because of a girl's name,❞ was Raven response.

It also has a point that it doesn't want to hurt its throat for frivolous women.

❝What's the reason? Why are you here? ❞ Raven asked.

❝What else? It's just the same as before.❞ he replied.

He didn't come here with anything but the gramme he would need every time he ran out of shots because he knew there was a lot here.

❝Do you have money?❞ Raven asked.

He stood up from his seat and leaned on the table.

❝Of course there is, but it's also running out. You know, it's hard to fool my grandparents; they don't believe in my excuses anymore, and I also want to make money.❞ he made a meaningful promise here, but I'm sure he understood what he meant, meaning that when it comes to money, no one doesn't understand a Raven Valencia.

❝You don't make a mistake that you go here,❞ it said with a smile.

He also stood up from where he was sitting and went to where he was standing. 

❝Because in this place, money is easy, and money will also come to you as long as you are careful.❞ this is a meaningful promise, but he understands that.

He knows that in the world he is about to enter, every move is being watched, so it is necessary to be careful and loyal like a dog to its masters. They don't want a dog that bites; they want a gentle dog that they can easily hold by the neck.

❝I am faithful to the person who is also faithful to me, and I am kind to the person who is also kind to me.❞ he showed his honesty.

❝What do I want to tell? I will give, and you will also give.❞ he promised. 

❝How many grammes do you need? ❞ Raven asked, ready to give him what he needed.

❝Not grammes, kilos.❞ he corrects what he needs.

❝I need kilos,❞ he said.

During the night party he held in his condo unit, he knew that his guests would lack grammes of illegal drugs. Most of his friends and acquaintances also use illegal drugs like him. Wasn't that a good idea? Not only will he have fun, he will also earn money. Even there, he was winning.

Isn't life a mess? And I feel that with the weight I took, I will sink and not be able to get out.

But who really cares? Die or live? Does that make a difference?

Aren't this world and the fire in ground the same as hell?