Chapter 15

A black car was traveling at a moderate speed on a deserted road. Maybe it was the middle of the night, so many were sleeping, and also, the road traveled was a road rarely traveled by people. 

An acoustic sound sounded from the car, breaking the silence. Inside were two people. One was driving, and the other was a man sitting in the back playing his cell phone. 

Suddenly, their car was hit from behind, startling both of them. The driver stopped suddenly. 

"Shit! Who dared to hit my car?" The man named David got out. He saw a tall man not far from him. The man looked at the back of his car, which was damaged. 
"Bastard! Don't you have eyes?" 
"Ouch, sorry, I didn't mean to. I was a little sleepy. My car is also damaged," Victor said. 
"I don't care! You have to take responsibility!" David said it firmly. 
"All right. I admit I was wrong. Here's the money for you. Take it!" Victor tossed the black suitcase he had been holding. 

David squatted down and opened the suitcase. His eyes lit up at the sight of so much money. He laughed. When the man turned around, Victor stabbed David so many times that blood spurted. 

Victor took David to David's car. "Take me to your base!" The driver only complied because of the threat of a knife ready to cut the head from his neck.

Arriving at a house. Before getting off, Victor killed the driver first. He came out carrying David's corpse. Once he is in front of the door, he stops because he hears a noise inside. Victor smiled wryly. He broke down the door and dumped David's corpse in the middle of them. 

Everyone looked shocked, especially the entertainment ladies. They screamed in terror. 

"Who's next?" asked Victor, pointing at David's corpse. 
"Asshole! Who are you to disturb us?" said one of them. 
"You don't recognize me, even though I'm famous. Hahahah. I see new faces. Ah, you're a bunch of low-class mafia!" 

Victor's words were sarcastic. When Victor was about to be attacked, the other mafia members following him were already behind. They had also been following. The weapons used were rifles. Shooting from a distance or up close. There are also those who kill directly with a knife. Victor did nothing. He smiled with satisfaction as he watched them die one by one. 

"They are not good at fighting. The head of the mafia is a fool to have members this bad," Victor said. 
"So what about those women?" One of the mafia members asked as he pointed at the four terrified women in the corner of the room. 
"As you wish!" Victor didn't want to know. 
"Don't do that to us. We beg you!" The women screamed as they were forcefully pulled by twelve mafia into the center of the room.
"Don't pretend you don't want to. You're already dressed this sexy; it must be to seduce men, Bitch!" 

They forcibly removed the clothes worn by the women until they were all naked. Twelve men smiled at the beauty before their eyes. It made the desire flare up. Then, the four women were taken turns by the twelve men. They were used as lust fulfillment for the mafia. After that, they sadistically killed the women. 

As for Victor, he did not interfere. The man took two suitcases filled with money and burned them. The money was from the sale of marijuana. Victor knew from their conversation before entering. 

Victor took his cell phone from his pocket and called Gerald. "All done!"

Gerald smiled. Although Victor said that their area of control was not only that, Gerald was sure that they would all die. 
***
Kamila was confused. She didn't want to go into the room. She still remembered that kiss. Kamila walked around the big house. She accidentally bumped into Griselda. 

"Why are you here?" Griselda passed her daughter-in-law in the living room. 
"I just finished watching television." Kamila felt she had the right answer. 
"Why in the living room? The television has it in your room. Go back to your room; poor Gerald is left alone." 

Kamila felt stupid. She had just realized that there was a television in her room. "Sorry, Ma. I'll go to my room first. Good night, Mama."

Kamila left. As soon as she opened the door to the room, she saw Gerald being serious with his cellphone. Realizing Kamila's arrival, Gerald turned his head with a flat look. Kamila was confused by her husband's behavior. 

"I'm going to bed." Kamila pointed to the empty side next to Gerald.
"Just go to sleep. Why tell me?" 

Gerald's response was very strange. Rude. Kamila was shocked. She unconsciously wanted to cry because she was yelled at. Kamila tried to hold back. She didn't know why Gerald was suddenly angry with her. She limped to the bed, pulled the blanket up to her neck, and slept with her back to Gerald. 

Gerald exhaled. He massaged his sore head. He had unintentionally hurt his wife. Gerald was just angry every time he thought of his cousin being killed. The man had seen Kamila's sad face. He felt guilty. Gerald came closer. He opened Kamila's blanket and hugged the girl tightly. 

"I'm sorry." It was a miracle that Gerald said sorry for the first time. Kamila only pretended to be asleep. She felt amused when Gerald brought his face close to her neck. A small sob escaped Kamila's lips. 
"Hey, are you crying?" Gerald immediately turned Kamila's body over. He saw many puddles in her beautiful eyes. 
"Because of me? I'm sorry if I hurt you. I was just being emotional earlier." Gerald, who was usually sadistic, could turn sweet when dealing with Kamila. 
"It's okay. I understand," Kamila said.

Gerald rubbed Kamila's eyes and then kissed her lips briefly. He took her into his arms. "Go to sleep!" He gently stroked the girl's back. Kamila felt warm and comfortable. 

***
Gerald turned off the broadcast when he heard the news showing a murder case that claimed twenty lives. Four of them were women. 

"Why did you turn it off?" Kamila placed the bowl on the table. She had just finished feeding Gerald. 
"Unimportant news!" 
"Why is it not important? Where is it? Is it close to this address? There were so many victims, and they all died horribly," Kamila said. 
"You don't need to know about that because it's none of your business!" Gerald said it firmly.
 
Kamila was suspicious. Thinking that they were members of the mafia who were attacked by other mafia.
"Could it be Gerald's family? That's why Gerald didn't answer my question." Kamila wondered. 
Gerald looked at the silent Kamila. He already knew the news was the result of Victor and the other mafia members. 

There was a knock on the door. Kamila opened the door and saw Max. 

"Papa," she greeted him. 
"Papa wants to come in. I have something to talk to Gerald about. Can you come out first?" Max asked. 
Kamila nodded. Once she was out, Max came in and looked at Gerald. 
"I'm sure you've heard about the murder." Max said it seriously with a flat expression. 
"Yes."
"Are you the mastermind of it all?" Max asked.
"Yes, I told Victor to finish them off!" Gerald replied casually. 
"Idiot!" Max snapped at Gerald. That made Gerald look angry.