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♤ Insomnia

Sweat dripped on the back of her neck as his penetrating gaze was set on her. She wanted him to stop doing it but at the same time.....she didn't want to. The day after their first encounter, he hadn't left her sight. He was everywhere she was. Now she knew a little about him, he was a second year taking business course and has been the university topper since he joined.

"Are you really studying?" She asked eyeing him suspiciously.

"Yes."

He was one smart ass confident guy, she thought.

"Then why are your eyes on me?"

He chuckled lowly and god have mercy on her. It was the sexiest thing she had ever heard like her ears were having a mind of their own, replaying the chuckle over and over again. This is torture! She mentally cried. He was actually as attractive as everyone in the college found him, she just didn't notice before or maybe she didn't wanted to.

That messy waves sent actual waves over her body and his sculpted face and his unique pair of grey eyes fixated only at her-

She. Needed. To. Stop.

"Who are you thinking about?"

Their was hint of anger laced with his voice. He was jealous unnoticed by her.

"You bro!" She joked although it was the truth. It brought a small grin on his face as once again he followed after her, out of the library.

"She's got a real devil right behind her heels."

"But it's one of the most hottest one."

Girls whispered behind them, she heard them loud and clear but when she looked at him from behind. He was nonchalant, not really bothered. She felt bad but they weren't wrong too.

"Hey we should hang out more often." Even if we are doing it now unintentionally, she thought. "Give me your number, i will save it."

It was one thing that had him embarrassed for the first time in his life. Rebus didn't own any phones because he didn't need it before, he really didn't want to contact anyone.

"Give me yours. I don't remember mine." He lied smoothly and she nodded in agreement.

CRAVING SWEET

'Rebus Schwarz'

He pressed the send button.

This was his first odd message sent to her at 12 am when most of the being was sound asleep including her. He had asked the men to buy him a useful device and everything required to activate it immediately. It sure took seven hours to do it. Nonetheless he was satisfied with the fact that she was attracted to him.

He could read her like a open book and so other people.

Her eyes had a glint of lust when she looked at him and she was a terrible liar. So terrible that he'd immediately recognized her joke, she spoke her mind unintentionally and it turned him on. No one had done that to him all these time, girls feared to be near him and some slut did give it a try at seducing him but the last that he remembered was bruised face, knocked out and bleeding women.

Rebus hated companion of women but hers...he didn't mind. Unlike them he remembered her face, body and her funny speech. Deep within he knew she was bringing his worst days and he was going to become something ugly.

But did he care?

Never.

He was going to do everything to keep her close and one day when she had enough of him, he would make sure to put a leash around her neck, so he would pull her back and make her stay. He'd do anything.

KNOCK

He narrowed his eyes at the door.

"Excuse me sir, there seemed to be a new task from the boss." The man in black suit handed him a red letter and he opened it.

Uccidilo, Frank jonas

Those black ink on the paper made him stand up and take his gun out of the cupboard. He walked out of the mansion with three men following closely.

"To southern park, at the warehouse."

The driver nodded and he drove speedily. Within minutes they reached the destination. He wasted no time getting out and walking towards the warehouse while ordering the men to stay outside.

"Sir!-"

"Hey be quiet or he'll have your head."

"There are more then twenty men inside, he might get killed!"

"You don't know him. Just wait and watch, he'll handle everything."

He followed the hollering noises coming from the abandon warehouse. They were enjoying very well.

'BANG'

He didn't even react to the gun shot, continuing to enter inside the rundown place, no one had notice him. His steel eyes wandered around, searching for the target. The men inside were engulfed in illegal baccarat with whopping cash on the tables, cigars between their fingers and attractive females walking around serving drinks, almost half naked. Most of the infamous rich people were here.

"You new here boy?"

He brushed aside the bulky bodyguard. Pissed, the huge guy tried to get hold of him but his lethal glare stopped him in his track.

"Don't try."

For some reason, their size did not matter as he shivered in fright at the unknown guy in the warehouse. His glare was terrifying.

"Frank jonas?"

"Yes that would be me!" The old man didn't even get a good laugh as a bullet pierced right between his head from behind. His upper body fell over the table, numbly. "Dormi bene." he whispered in the dead man's ear.

There was a minute of silence before the chair screeched and a man pulled out a gun, pointing at him.

"How dare you kill a regular? You are a Schwarz, aren't you?" The organizer was infuriated as the veins popped on his forehead and the clutch on his gun was tight.

"You- ack!"

Fear shook each and everyone of them inside the room when a sharp knife landed on his neck and he began to shake, falling down on his knees. His followers rushed beside but it was too late as he laid cold on the concrete. Dead.

Silence engulfed the room as fear had already devour the space. The venomous dark stink from the tall dangerous male had everyone shaking. "K-Kill him."

Four bulky men stepped towards him with cautiously even when they had guns in their hand. The last thing they saw was a flash of something black in their eyes before one by one they all dropped on the floor, clutching their stabbed neck, bleeding endlessly.

"Who's next?"

Loud screams and sick noises came from the warehouse as huge men patiently waits outside, guarding the place from any outsiders around.

He came out after some minutes, soaked in blood from the people he killed inside  and dusted his hands off before eyeing the guards coldly.

"Clean it up."

They quickly rushed inside and found something hiding underneath a table.

"Sir there seemed to be a survivor!" One of them informed him as he was about to get inside the car.

"Kill him."

"It's a women..." the man trailed on.

A women dressed in expensive cloth with jewelry adoring her body was dragged out by a two men, unwillingly. As soon as she locked eyes with the grey ones, she went stiff as rock. They put her right in front of him. Her body began to shake when his cold hand slide through her breast and gave it a small squeeze. She bit her lips.

He looked down at her lower body.

"A virgin. Send her to trade."

Her eyes widen at his orders and she grabbed his leg. "Please no, don't this to me. I will do everything you want me to, just don't send me there." She cried clutching him tightly. What she wasn't expecting was a harsh kick on the face from him. Her body flew backward, she looked up rubbing her bruised face.

Those steel grey eyes looked at her in disgust.

"Don't touch me." He glared at her before getting in the car and driving away.

"Lady, you shouldn't approach our sir like that. He hate- no wait loathes any females around him."

They carried away a shocked women and shoved her inside the trunk.

"Fuck I'm going to puke."

The new recruit bends down, substances choking out of his stomach while his peers grimaced. The bloody mess inside was a nauseating sight to watch. Body parts here and there, and dead eyes staring at them in worse pathetic way. Poor things they were just having some funny.

"I told you, he'd handle everything."

Italian Translation:

Uccidilo; kill him

Dormi bene; Sleep Well
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