Chapter 2
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Dylan's POV
"Oğlum." Tumigil ako sa pagsuntok sa punching bag ko upon hearing that voice. It was my bodyguard, my uncle, my baba's right-hand man. He's been with me since I can't remember when. But he's always at my side. If it wasn't for him, I probably died ten years ago. I owe my life to this man. When Baba was killed, I was left alone. I was only nineteen, merely finishing college. At hindi lang isa o dalawang beses may nagtangka sa buhay ko. Those were the times when my father, Dion Strautt, left all of his businesses, including the Mafia leadership to me. Everyone turned against each other, betraying even their family just to take over his rule. To take over my rule.
He could've betrayed me. Kill me and take everything my Baba built. But he stayed with me instead. He said his loyalty is not for my father alone but also to me. I'm also using his surname. He adopted me and became my guardian kahit hindi ko na kailangan. He said, if I'm going to seek revenge to people who caused me pain, I can't use my father's name.
My father's business partners, goons and even the rival mafia family challenged me, my authority and my ability to lead. Luckily Amca and Baba taught me at a very young age not to trust anyone.
Ayca, daughter of one of my father's rivals’ groups and a good friend of mine was sent to lure me, to seduce me and kill me. But I was a smart little cookie so I killed Ayca instead.
Ayca was not easy to kill. Like me, she's training to be their family’s sole heir. We had plans of marrying each other forcing the two mafia families to unite and rule Bogota as one. That never happened. She chose to betray me. She chose her family over me. She was my first kill. The first one is always the hardest. And given we had a connection; it was quite hard for me to move on from her death. But what comes after her turned out to be a piece of cake.
"Amca," I grabbed the towel, patted by body dry. My body is covered with sweat and blood from the human punching bag I'm currently using. "Dispose that body. Make sure no one will recognize him." I said in a loud scary voice a lot of people find intimidating and well, scary.
"Yes Sir." They said as they started removing his cuffs and carried his lifeless body out. Amca looked at the poor guy and shook his head.
"Your Valide called." I stopped. Stopped walking, stopped wiping all the grimes away from my body. I even stopped breathing. My Valide, my Mama, one of the other reasons why I wanted to ruin the people who killed Baba is because they hurt Mama too. After nineteen years of living in Colombia, I have to go on and off Turkey to visit Valide. She's sick. Messed up in her head because my real mother, Nhia Pedroza decided to sleep with the monster who killed my father. That monster was my mama's husband. Nhia ruined so many lives just because she can. Just because she wanted to.
She's a manipulative person. She abandoned me and my father. And now she's all smiles, living the rich people's life. She left me, her real flesh and blood and adopted a daughter.
What a hypocrite! I hate her so much she doesn't deserve to be a mother.
So, I swear, I'm going to make her pay.
"Why?" I asked. Amca shook his head. Kinuha niya yung revolver sa lamesa at itinapat 'yon sa target pero hindi niya 'yon pinaputok.
"You should pay her a visit soon. She's getting worst." Maikling sagot nito. Pupuntahan ko rin naman siya. Pero gusto ko, kapag pinuntahan ko si Mama may dala rin akong magandang balita. 'Yong tipo ng balitang makakapag pabalik sa katinuan n'ya.
"I will see her soon. But not soon enough. Not when everything is going according to plans," I finished wiping my body but that’s not enough. Blood splattered on my pants too, "I need to take a shower and a fresh change of clothes." I announced. Naglalakad na ako papalayo ng biglang magsalita si Amca.
"Kiz ne olacak?" What about the girl?
"Bunun caresine bakacagim." I'll take care of it myself.
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"Kuya!" Hindi pa ako nakakapasok sa bahay ng mga Pedroza ay rinig na rinig ko na ang boses niya. It was annoying and irritating. Buti na lang wala akong kapatid, hindi siya lalaking spoiled brat katulad ni Xiera.
"Nasa loob po si Sir Xander," pinatuloy na ako ng gwardya papasok. I've been in this place a couple of times already. Hindi na nila ako pinipiit. I can come in and out of this place like I own it.
Tumango ako at pumasok na sa loob ng bahay. Wala nga sa sala si Xander. He's probably at his room or Xiera's, I don't fcking care. As a walk inside, nabangga na naman ako ni Xiera.
I was caught off-guard. This is the first time na hindi ko pinlanong mabangga siya. I acted on instinct. Binangga niya ako, I'm as hard as a stone and she's definitely going to fall on her ass kaya hinawakan ko siya sa baywang to steady her. She looked like an idiot with her mouth wide open and she's staring at me.
"Xiera!" narinig naming may sumigaw yet she's not moving and I don't have plans of letting her go, yet. "Ikaw talagang bata ka, napakaligalig mo kasi," Nhia is walking towards us.
Nasabi ko na ba kung gaano ko kinamumuhian ang babaeng ito? Just the sight of her makes my blood boil.
Alam kong napapadiin ng husto ang hawak ko kay Xiera because I saw her flinch. Gustong-gusto ko nang bitiwan si Xiera at sakalin si Nhia pero hindi ko ginawa. I have other plans. It'll hurt her more. It will hurt them more. Hindi naman kanila Amaia, Steffi at Zylie nagtatapos ang paghihiganti ko. Si Nhia naman talaga ang target ko.
"Hi Tita." I said through gritted teeth. Saka ko lang pinakawalan si Xiera para humalik sa pisngi niya. Nhia's scent cling to me and I wanted to throw up.
"Hi Hijo, nasa kwarto niya si Xander. Puntahan mo na lang siya doon,." Magiliw nitong sabi sa akin. Kung ibang tao siguro mapapaniwala niya. But not me. I know her. I know what kind of person she is.
I wanted them to trust me, to include me on everything. I wanted them to have faith in me as I laugh and watch as everything they build fall. I swore on my father's grave I will ruin everything they worked so hard for. Everything.
Pasensya na lang sila. Nagpapasok sila ng tigreng papatay sa kanila sa mismong pamamahay nila.
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- Writer
