"You'll be killed, by me. I'll be ordered to kill you"
Tessa went cold, choking on her saliva.
"Hey hey! Micah!" Racheal shook her, still holding her soft cheeks.
"But you can call me Tessa anytime we're alone like this" Tessa replied, and Racheal sighed.
"No. If I keep that up, then I might just mistakenly call you Tessa in public too"
"No. I know you're more intelligent than that, Racheal. I just want to keep hearing my real name once in a while so I won't forget who I am. You're the only one who can make that happen" Tessa quickly shook her head, and Racheal sighed again.
"Fine, but be careful, and don't do anything without telling me. You'll meet your roommates soon, and thankfully, they're cool" she said.
"Did you say that to make me feel better?" Tessa smiled slightly.
"Nope. Trust me they're the coolest guys in this clan" Racheal smiled back, and then they both heard the opening of the bedroom door.
Tessa gasped, and Racheal picked up her clothes from where she had dropped them.
She pushed it to Tessa's chest...
"Quick! Go change" she told her, and Tessa quickly drew the towel away from her body.
She slipped on the boxers, the jeans, then Racheal started helping her bandage her boóbs back.
"Newbie? You in there?" A voice came from the door.
Must be one of the roommates.
Racheal wrapped the bandage faster.
"Are you mute? Say something or I'mma break down the door and we'll have to bath together! I'll get to see how big your dîck is anyway" the loud voice came again.
"I'll be out in a sec!" Tessa's fake male voice said when Racheal finished tying the bandage.
She put on the male singlet, then the hoodie.
Racheal opened the door eventually, and the face of a burly guy came into view with a scrunch on his nose.
"Racheal? What the fûck are you doing in there with the newbie? Don't tell me you're already into him" he said with a scowl, but Tessa just squeezed past him.
"He asked for assistance with the problematic shower, was just being kind" Racheal replied coldly, and Tessa wondered if she was her sister.
The tone she used for the guy is different... Russia changed her sister so much, and she can't wait to experience that change too.
"You're not the kind type," the guy said again with squinted eyes.
"I made an exception for him since he's hot" Racheal replied, giving Tessa a short glance before leaving the room.
"Don't fuçking step this room anymore!" He shouted after Racheal before facing Tessa.
"You can talk to me, newbie. Did you fûck her in the bathroom?" He asked.
'I don't even have a dîck' Tessa thought in her head before letting out a fake smile.
"She only really helped with the shower malfunction, can you stop talking about it?" She said through her teeth.
"Sure! My name is Rook by the way" he smiled, throwing his arm over Tessa's shoulder.
Tessa stilled, wanting to break free, but then she remembered she was supposed to be a man.
Men do this all the time, so she stayed.
Thankfully, she's the same height as him.
"Your name is Rook? It makes sense" She replied, running her eyes through the room.
This guy can't be her only roommate... She'd die of his talkativeness.
Her prayers got answered when another guy came in, looking stern.
"Where the fûck have you been?" Rook questioned, pulling Tessa to his side.
The guy gave her a strange look, and Tessa frowned, wondering why he was looking at her that way.
Did he somehow figure out she's a female?
He didn't say anything before taking off his shoes, falling on the third bed.
"He's a cranky bastard, his name is Nichole" Rook announced, and Tessa nodded as he finally let go of her.
"My name is...
"Is Micah, I know... Everyone knows Micah who fought with Usman an hour ago" Bullet smiled, throwing his weight on the first bed.
"Y'all saw that?" Tessa replied, sitting on her bed.
"There's a group chat for the mobsters, and only those who earned points with any of the Ivanovs are eligible to join. On the chat, mobsters share everything that happens during the absence of others. You need to pass the test tomorrow and get accepted then earn points and join the chat! It's always fuçking sweet I tell you" Rook said, his voice so full of life.
Tessa couldn't help but smile again...he's so damn lively.
"Who are the Ivanovs?" She asked.
"Oh Micah, you know nothing, do you?" Rook left his bed and came to sit with her, placing his arm on her shoulder again.
Tessa almost shifted back, but she had to remind herself that she's currently a man again, so she faced him.
"They're the family who owns this clan, and they're a large part of The Bratva. Their father, Sergei is the Pakhan of the mafia. He's our top boss" Rook explained.
"Pakhan?" Tessa said.
"It's a Russian word, meaning MAFIA LEADER" He replied.
"Oh...
"Yeah, and while he's powerful, his children are all mad. They're lunatics, all of them" Rook said in a whisper.
"Lunatics?" Tessa whispered back.
"Yeah," Rook nodded.
"You do realize there are cameras in this room, right?" Nichole finally spoke, sitting up on his bed.
"I don't give a damn. I'm saying the damn truth anyway. They're all crazy" Rook rolled his eyes.
"Just make sure you never step on Enzo or Dante's toes, especially Enzo..." Nichole told her.
"Enzo?" Tessa muttered curiously.
"Yeah, his nickname is Death, don't let him kill you... He's a beast" Nichole said meaningfully.
Tessa smiled.
"I'm only here to train and focus...I have no reason to step on anyone's toes except Usman's" she said, and Rook started laughing.
"I like you, Micah! And I can't wait for your next fight with him, but your whole face is a mess" he said.
"It doesn't hurt, I'm used to wounds" Tessa replied, and Rook pulled her up.
"Shall I take you on a tour around the dark ominous compound?" he said, pulling Nichole too.
"Goddamn it, Rook!" Nichole grumbled, but Rook never listens to people, so he pulled him out together with Tessa anyway.
BULLET AND BLAZE'S ROOM*
It's the biggest room in the first residential wing, and they have that privilege since they're the closest to Enzo.
They're like his personal girls, and they go on most missions with him.
Blaze is on the bed, checking out some handguns while slowly rolling a gum in her mouth.
The room smells of nicotine, and there are several cigar butts on the ashtray lying beside the bed.
She received an email on her laptop, and she opened it.
A smile spread on her lips when she saw it was from Enzo. Their next mission is tomorrow, and she can't wait.
Nothing excites her than missions.
Bullet came out of the bathroom with her blue towel wrapped around her pale body, and she had a large smile on her face as she began drying her skin.
"You've been smiling since we finished shuffling the newbies to their rooms," Blaze said from the bed, giving her a curious glance.
"The Micah guy... Isn't he kinda hot?" Bullet winked.
"That one? He looks too fragile to be a guy., and he has a pretty soft face. He should have been a girl" Blaze made faces, lighting another cigar.
"It doesn't matter... I love pretty guys, they have the biggest cocks" Bullet said, wearing bum shorts and a net blouse.
"You're already fantasizing about his cock? I can't with you" Blaze shook her head as she puffed on the cigar, and Bullet grinned, sitting beside her
"If only he could pass the trials tomorrow. Who'll be giving them the trial anyway?" She asked.
"Death. Isn't he the head trainer?" Blaze shrugged.
"Master? Oh, the newbies are so fucked" Bullet muttered.
*
MIRA'S SUITE*
Mira's room is like a shaman's.
Burning yellow candles formed two straight lines to her bed, and the room smells like incense.
All the windows are closed, and it's dimly lit so air is not even coming in, and it's so warm.
Mira is sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, and a table is in front of her which she has placed her arms.
A knife is in her right hand, and she placed the sharpest part of the knife on her left arm.
Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she prepared to cut, and she smirked before cutting.
Her blood trickled out immediately, and she laughed out when she saw the redness.
"My blood is so pretty" she muttered, preparing to cut again.
A knock sounded on the door, interrupting her.
"Yes?" Her smile disappeared like it never happened.
Racheal came in, bowing respectfully.
"You're needed at the torture house, miss," she said.
"Go back, I'm not in the mood to torture anyone tonight. Call Enzo to do it. As you can see, I'm in the middle of something" Mira replied, raising her bloody arm.
"Look, isn't my blood pretty?" She said, and Racheal looked up.
"You're doing it again?" She said.
"That's not the right answer. I asked if my blood is pretty!" Mira sprang up, kicking the table in front of her away.
"Of course, it's pretty" Racheal smiled.
"Good. I'm not coming out of this room anymore tonight. Go call Enzo like I said. If Enzo won't do it, then do it yourself. Don't call Dante, or I'll kill you. I'll never allow Dante to do my duty" Mira calmed.
"Yes miss" Racheal bowed again before leaving.
Mira sat back, but a minute later, she stood, walking to her window.
She slightly raised the curtains and peeked out.
She saw Dante walking in a corridor not far from her window, but he was not alone.
He's with another guy, and immediately she saw that other guy, she smiled slightly, resting her arms on the window frame.
*
DANTE'S SUITE*
Dante huffed in annoyance when he arrived at his suite with the guy beside him.
His name is Eight, and he's the only one Dante relates to in the clan.
Just like Enzo has Bullet and Blaze, Igor has Eight, and he's like his personal bodyguard.
"You should chill out tonight" Eight spoke up.
"Chill out?" Dante faced him angrily.
He has been like this since Enzo punched him in the mountain earlier.
"Chill out? That bastard does this every damn time! He is my junior brother! I and Mira come before him but he doesn't give a fûck! Yunno the most annoying part? Everyone in the family loves him more than me, even our damn parents!" Dante yelled.
"Maybe you should stop trying to provoke him every time. Everyone knows the more you try to provoke Death, the deadlier he becomes" Eight said, and he didn't get a warning before Igor gave him a heavy punch, sending him staggering with a cut on his face.
"You dare worship him in front of me? How dare you!"
"It's the truth" Eight replied bluntly like a statue, and Igor almost shot him in the mouth, but he only barged into his suite and shut the door in his face.
"Stay there till daybreak! You can't move, blink, or breathe! Fuçking stay there!" He shouted from inside.
Eight immediately stood at attention, obeying the command.
*
MOUNTAIN, ENZO'S MANOR*
The lights surrounding the manor are currently off, but the ones inside are all on.
The lights are red, both the LED and the gothic chandeliers, giving the house a bloody shade.
It's damn silent except for the sound of slow classical music coming from one of the rooms.
Inside the workroom, there's Enzo.
He's sitting in a procedural posture, and his eyes are focused on the work of the arm in front of him.
His hands are soiled with clay as he's currently moulding a woman's breast.
He has been a fan of pottery since he was young. It keeps him busy whenever he's not killing someone or beating someone to death.
His eyes aren't soft nor hard... It's just in between, but the emptiness is still palpable.
He added nipples to the breast he's moulding, and then Racheal came in.
"The fûck are you doing here?" He asked without looking up.
"Miss Mira refused her duty" Racheal replied.
"Let me guess... that damn psychotic lady told you to make me do it?" Enzo said.
"Yes" Racheal replied, and Enzo looked up with a smirk.
He grabbed his gun with his clayish hand immediately, and he shot directly at Racheal.
Racheal swiftly did a handstand, landing far away from that spot.
The bullet hit the wall, and she gulped, bowing as the gunshot sound echoed in the air.
"That's for coming here to intrude on my privacy just because she told you so," he said, his expression freezing.
"I'm sorry" she muttered, and he stood, dropping the gun on the ground before leaving the room.
"Leave... I'll take care of it," he said, entering his bedroom which is as cold as ice.
Racheal ran out of the manor.