Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26.
The things Zero told me about his life hurt me. They did....a lot.
What hurt most was the way he said them all like, it's the fact of life. Like it is what it is. No hurting emotions, no show of pain or misery about what a life he has, nothing.
I tightened my hands on his and squeezed with reassurance, tears gathered in my eyes.
"What happened afterwards? After you killed him?" I asked through the fogginess of my throat.
He only spared me a glance. "I took my Pops home and buried him in our backyard. Nothing else." He spoke flatly.
I had this urge to hug him but the only reason I didn't is because I know it'll feel weird to him. A lot of normal emotional things feels weird to him and now, I know why.
"H-How did you get the name, Zero?" I asked softly.
"All Pop's life-missions and contracts made us rich and when he died, all the money was still fvcking there but Pops wasn't. After my first kill, I continued my trainings. During the final test of my trainings as a killer, I was sent to a fuc--freaking wild forest filled with freaking wild animals."
His jaw tightened as is he's remembering.
"There were three lions, two snakes and one tiger. All hungry and very ready to share me like a goddamn meal. According to the trainers—two other men like Pops and in the same age-grade as he, only few survive that wild forest test and they are never the same again."
"You survived?"
"That I did, doll. Killed them all too. Although I've got fucking ugly scars at my damn back to show for them but I did. Damn black ink cover more scars than fvcking flesh." He stated gruffly.
I was beginning to understand what he implied. The tattoos on his body cover more of his scars than his skin. He hasn't had an easy life.
Who ever grows up not knowing what love is? What it feels like to love and to be loved?
I lowered my eyelids to stern the tears of pity I feel for the boy he used to be.
He faced me again with a cynical smile on his face. Nothing like the beautiful smile he gave me in the afternoon.
"That's how I started being called the name Number Zero. Because I left zero survivors in that damned wild forest. Till today, I still leave zero survivors. Anyone that messes with me or anything that's mine gets to have a one-on-one conversation with whoever the fvck his creator is. It's so fu—freaking simple." He stated.
Silence descended over us after that. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I know I'm supposed to be very scare of him now. His words and actions. He is a very dangerous man.
And yet, all I did was tighten my hand on his and squeezing in reassurance.
I never had parents. I never knew who my parents were. But yet, I knew love. I wanted for nothing because I had the Reverend Sisters who loved me so much. Showed me that love too.
"I'm sorry....." I wasn't sure what I'm apologizing for.
"For what? I've never for once regret the life I have." He shrugged.
Because you don't know another life. God....is there a way I can help him?
That question is one I asked inwardly. Because I realized that I want to help him. I want to help him so badly that it hurts.
ZERO
She has one look in her eyes that unsettles me. I've seen that look in a few people before but I never understand what the fuck it is.
Once, I had a mission to kill a Crime Syndicate. After I gunned down the motherfvcker, his five-year-old daughter came out of the bedroom and she has this same look in her eyes.
I don't understand what it is and why it makes my damn chest tighten. Or maybe it's just the memories of Pops.
Needing a distraction from these unsettling thoughts, I dipped my head closer and pressed our lips together.
I kissed her with fervor as I rose above her. I was practically shaky with the overriding need to devour her, to bury myself deep inside of her.
I rode above her and reached for her nightie when the loud sound of my damn ringing town filled the air.
Fvcking bad-timing bastard! And what the hell possessed me to put a goddamn ringtone? Should have left the shit in fvcking vibration.
I kept devouring her mouth, so damn ready to ignore but the damn thing won't stop ringing.
She tore her lips away. "Your cellphone..."
"Goddamn asslicking bastards! This better be damn good or heads will roll!" I grunted with all the pent-up anger in me as I got up from the bed.
"Sorry, doll." I automatically apologized to Lani when I saw the look on her face.
Then, I took the cellphone and got out of bed. I made my way of the damn bedroom and well out of Lani's innocent earshot because I'm so fvcking sure that I won't be able to control my damn self.
"Whoever the fvck you're, this better be good or you're dead!" I barked at the phone immediately I placed it to my ears.
"Asshole. Is that the way you greet your only friend?" Came the gruff voice of Morris.
"Go and fuc—shit yourself, asshole. You better have a good reason for not answering my damn call earlier."
"I'll be damned." The bastard whistled. "Did I just hear you try to censor your fvcking words!? Like fvcking seriously?"
"Morris....do you have a death wish?" I groaned angrily.
"Someone's in a bad mood. Don't tell me I interrupted something." He chuckled, "Don't tell me sweet Lani finally allowed you to scratch your dry balls? I'll be damned."
I gritted my teeth and glared at the damn phone. "This number's not yours. What the fuck's going on?"
Morris's voice suddenly turned serious. "Bastard Felaray's men are after me. The maggot-brained dumbass is using the catch-his-friend-and-you-catch-him theory. Asshole."
"Dumbass doesn't know I won't risk my life for your miserable ass?" I snided.
"The bastard doesn't know." He answered like it's the most natural conversation in the world.
"Where are you?"
"One goddamn abandoned house in Boston street. The boss has also put a price on Lani's head."
My damn ears pecked up. "Why?"
"Said she's the reason for all the damn ruckus. Maybe when she's dead, he'll get 'his killer' back and by his killer, he means you."
I concluded then that I'll kill Spider too. He will die like the other goddamn bosses.
No one owns me and they all know it. I get contracts from them doesn't fvcking me they do. I'm a damn solo. A lone wolf.
And most importantly, I'm gonna kill the damned bastard because no one messes with what's mine.
"How much's on her head?" I asked automatically.
"20 Grand for any motherfucker that'll off her. Asses are already on the way for her, you two needs to get your ass moving."
About to hung up, I noticed for the first time how tired his voice sounded and not like his usual smart-ass tongue.
"Take care of yourself, asshole. You've better not die or I'll make you regret it." I grumbled.
He chuckled dryly. "Will never give you the fvcking satisfaction of seeing my dead body, you bastard. Hope Lani's treating your balls right?"
"Keep Lani out of this, dumbshit."
"You're still alive means she's taking pity on your tormented blueballs. Still can't believe I heard you try to clean out your damn tongue." He was laughing.
"I'll kill you one of these days, Morris."
"And I love you too, c0cksucker." Bastard was still laughing when he hung up the phone.
I wasn't. There's a new price on Lani's head. From fvcking Felaray and c0cksucking Spider.
Heads. Will. Roll.
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