Dirty Billionaire: Own Me

"We've arrived, Supremo," Silvester's attention from the screen of his phone was directed to outside the window upon hearing that. And seeing the familiar place, he immediately turned his phone off and put his back in the inside pocket of his suit. Then, the door beside him opened, revealing his men lined up on both sides of his path. "Good evening, supremo," they all said in unison with their heads dropped low. Silver stepped out of the car, then flicked his hand. The men then straightened their backs and turned their backs on him. It was not a gesture of disrespect. Greetings to the leader of their mafia has always been like this. Before these armed men of the mafia became wary of their surroundings, they would always give their spare attention to their supremo and utter their greetings. Then, everyone would go back to their responsibilities, looking out over the entire place, ensuring its safety and none was stepping on their supremo's territory. Silver graced his way toward the abandoned building. This is one of the places where he usually does his black business. But being here does not mean he had some million-dollar business to deal with. But a business that, rather, involved life. The door opened before him and the interior of the building greeted his gaze. It was the usual scene you would see in action movies. Dilapidated ceiling. Rubbles on the floor. Vandals on the wall. Dimmed lights. And the darkness of the hallway did not bother Silver. He was used to it. He's been in this business for years now, so that even if the entire building was in total black, he had trained himself to see better in the dark. After a few turns, Silver found himself at the end of the hallway. And on his right, there was a stair that would lead downstairs, specifically to a basement, where every business he did happened. Every corner of the building was guarded. Everyone would drop their heads low and gave Silver a greeting whenever he passed them by. And as soon as he arrived downstairs, before him was the metal door. It was opened by someone, revealing the bright and clean basement. Among the spaces of the building, the basement is installed with the right equipment. A lounge with TV. Kitchen with proper cooking area and fridge. An entertainment area with a billiard table. And of course, Silver's toys, his gun collections. He went straight toward the lounge, sat on the L-shaped sofa and spread his arms on the backrest. His attention darted to the TV--bracketed on the wall--that was turned on in front of him. But it was quickly directed to one corner of the place, where two men were dragging a man with a blindfold with both his arms. And Silver did not wait any longer before the man was thrown in front of him. The man groaned in pain, and a smile automatically wounded Silvester's lips. Ah. Such sound. "Take off his blindfold," Silver’s deep voice echoed as he flicked his hand. His men nearby immediately conceded to his command. And as soon the blindfold was unveiled, Silver's gaze locked on his captive's eyes. "Good evening, Chester," Silver said casually. His captive's eyes widened upon recognizing Silver, and his expression was now laced with dread and horror. There was a trace of blood on Chester's head, a bruise on one of his eyes, and a cut on his dried lips. His hand and his feet were tied with a cable tie, so it was impossible for him to escape. "S-Silvester..." Chester whispered his name, his voice shaking in fear. "Do you know the reason you are here?" Silver asked with his laid-back tone. "S-Silvester. P-Please, give me another m-month--" "I've given you a month already," Silver interrupted, his gaze landed on the TV screen. His attention is locked to it when one of his favorite commercials is on display. "T-Then one last. G-Give me one l-last chance to p-pay my d-debts. P-Please. I b-beg you," Chester was now shaking and was in tears as he begged for his life. The commercial ended after a few seconds, and that made Silver drop his gaze back to his captive. "But I have already given you so many chances, Chester. And that is out of my respect because you were once my father's friend," he reminded. Chester was put into silence. All he could do was to huff in terror. In his mind, he could not stop thinking of what kind of man Silver is. The man is truly a devil in disguise. Chester knows that asking for his help would mean great fortune. But favor always comes with a price. And now... Chester was regretting his decision and why he involved himself with such man. "But I can give you the chance you are begging," Chester was dragged back from his deep thoughts. And when his mind processed Silver's words, he beamed on the floor with hope. Silver looked at him with a playful smirk on his lips, suddenly getting amused with what he was seeing. "That is, if you didn't dare go on fvcking dragging my name on the fvkcing news," Silver crouched down and leaned closer to Chester. He put both of his arms on his legs and looked at his captive closely. The fear he could see in Chester's eyes had now doubled. He was literally shaking. And Silver very much like what he sees before him. "Do you think I wouldn't know?" Silver said further, giving hints to his captive. But suddenly, remembering the interviews he had to do just to clean his name had put him in a foul mood. "You fvcking told the media about my business in Quezon. And you even had a plan to sell me off to the police. Do you think such an act deserves another chance?" Silver revealed. He was smiling, but his lips had no trace of humor. And remembering how the media harassed him the entire week had made him snap. He fvcking hated the media. And this man in front of him became the reason why his face was all over the television screen the entire week! "P-Please, S-Silvester. S-Spare my life--" "Give me my gun," Silver announced mercilessly. "S-S-Silv-vester! P-Please! J-Just think a-about m-my relationship w-with your f-father! Please c-consider o-our r-relationship w-when you w-were a c-child!" Chester started crawling like a worm toward his direction, but Silver gave him no mind. Instead, his attention was focused on his minion handing him his gun. "S-Silvester! Silvester!" Chester was already shouting at the top of his lungs. He was struggling on the floor, flipping around, like a worm that was sprinkled with salt. Silver c****d his gun. Chester continued to struggle in his position. And without waiting for another second to pass, Silver pulled the trigger, once, twice, thrice... He did not stop until he was satisfied. It took him a while before he stopped. It was then that he realized that Chester's blood had now painted the white carpet on the floor. And Chester had stopped struggling on the floor. The only sound that Silver could hear was the sound of the TV. He heave a deep sigh, then throws the gun on the floor. He leaned his back to his seat, then his gaze automatically landed on the TV screen. The screen is now playing a short interview. And his eyes immediately dilated when he saw the pretty face of the woman who was in question. Silver started playing his lips with his fingers, his eyes was transfixed on the actress. He did not know how long he was watching the interview until it reached its end. ["Any messages to your fans, Grace?"] the host asked. ["I won't get tired on thanking them, Pam. Please support my upcoming movie this August! See you on Premieres!"] the actress said. Silver bit his lips. He immediately tasted the blood on his hand. But his mind was now clouded with thoughts and plans. ‘I wonder how can I own that woman.’