The Taste of Seduction

"This better be important." Atlas said as he stared at Xavier. He was leaning back in his chair with a scotch in his hands. He had been the one who called Atlas when he was with Meredith.

"Someone seems to be in a bad mood." Xavier said, sending an indifferent glance to Atlas.

Of course, he was in a bad mood. he was spending time with his angel and he had to ruin it. Atlas rolled his eyes and walked to the table to pour himself a drink. Taking a sip, he came to sit in front of Xavier.

"What is the emergency?" Atlas questioned staring at his cousin. He was the one in charge of the matters concerning the underground since he was busy with his company and his brother wasn't around.

Xavier had a keen, intelligent mind composed of cold logic that makes him the perfect person. After all he was his brother's second-in command.

"Rumors have been spreading around." Xavier replied

Atlas's brows drew together.

"What rumors?"

"That Maschera is dead." Xavier murmured.

"What?" Atlas asked in a low voice. Maschera was the name of his brother in the underworld because he always was wearing a mask. Only a few people had really seen his face.

He had created a rumor of his face being disfigured to prevent people from being suspicious on why he wore mask but Atlas knew it because they looked alike. He wanted to protect him.

It's been a year now since he had made an appearance and Atlas knew sooner or later people were going to get suspicious. Xavier giving command in his stance wasn't going to last long. And in the mafia once the leader is confirmed to be dead war broke out.

People would start fighting to take over and he really didn't want blood spilling in the country right now. It would draw unnecessary attention.

"Yeah. It was bound to happen eventually. He hasn't made an appearance in a year now. No, cage fighting. Everyone knows Maschera loves cage fights and he never misses it. The underground has been quiet for a while now and people are spiraling out of control." Xavier muttered, taking a sip of his drink.

Atlas's lips pulled into a thin line. He knew he had to cause a scene to shut people up and the only one to do that in the mafia is to show people you're still in control.

A terrifying smile placed across his face but it didn't reach his eyes. Guess he had to spill some blood to send his message across. Maschera isn't dead. No, he was still in the shadows, monitoring everything. Everything was in his control.

"Then I guess Maschera has to make an appearance, doesn't he?" Atlas said calmly but in the depth of his eyes there was something dark and dangerous. How dare they proclaim his brother dead?

Xavier looked at him almost as if he had said something stupid. Maschera was in coma, how was he going to make an appearance.

"And how are you planning on doing that?"

Atlas leaned forward; his beautiful, cold face gazed at Xavier.

"By being Maschera. I just have to dress like my brother and create a scene. No, not a scene. I have to give them blood and a warning." A twisted grin slipped right off Atlas's face.

He tilted his head, "Just find me someone who has been breaking the rules in the mafia. I make example out of him in front of people, then boom everyone will be back on track."

Xavier considered Atlas's words and nodded. He knew if anyone was capable of being Maschera it was Atlas. He was just as cruel and twisted as his brother.

Xavier stood up and walked towards a locker in the corner of the room. He entered a code and took a folder out of it.

Inside the folder was the name of people who had been breaking the rules and creating chaos since the disappearance of Maschera.

He gave the folder to Atlas. Atlas opened and saw the picture of a man. He looked to be around 40 years old.

"The man is Luca Castilo. He is a rapist. The most important rule Maschera created was we don't force ourselves on woman.

No matter how drunk you're don't r*pe someone. Also, we don't hurt kids. He went to collect a debt from a man. When he went, the debtor didn't have the money so Luca raped his wife, in front of the man and his child. The kid was only 8 years old.

Not being able to bear the humiliation, the woman killed herself a few days after. The man has turned into an alcoholic who abused the kid every day because he borrowed the money for the child's surgery. He blames the poor kid."

Boiling with fury, Atlas ground his teeth and clenched his jaw so tight, it hurt. Disgust flashed across his eyes and his desire to spilled blood increase. He fvcking hated rapist.

They disgusted the hell out him because it showed how weak they were to force themselves on someone weaker. Not only did Luca destroyed a family, he had emotionally ruined a kid.

Anger churned in his chest and his lips curled up into a sinister.

"What is the punishment for a rapist?" He asked, his voice a sharp bite.

"Slow and painful death in front of everyone to cite an example." Xavier replied.

"According to further investigations he is also a pedophile who has been forcing himself on male kids. He has also been selling information to the enemies, causing us to lose a number of business opportunities. The only reason I haven't gotten rid of him yet was because I wanted more proof and now I have it."

Atlas nodded in understanding and gulped down his scotch.

"Let's go spill some blood, share we?"

Xavier shook his head and laughed. If Ace was emotionless when killing, Atlas was the exact opposite. The excitement in his eyes always creeped Xavier out.

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