Chapter 2
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The rain kept falling over Lokylily. Fortunately, it was not the usual kind, the kind that came down in a violent storm with loud, alarming thunder. The streets were empty, and anyone caught outside ran as fast as they could to get home, trying to avoid the rain that could cause a cold. Some even exaggerated, as if the rain itself were deadly. The intensity had decreased, but it was still falling.
Alex got into his car and, within minutes, he was leaving the luxurious areas of the city behind. The streets became narrower, dirtier… more real.
On the way, he remembered that he had to deal with a girl who was part of his list of favorites. He stepped on the gas and drove to a house in a place that looked almost like a forest. It was the perfect place to sin freely without any cameras that could expose him, since everyone there had the same intention.
He got out of the car and walked to the house. He knocked on the door hard, as if he were about to face someone who had triggered his anger. The door opened immediately before he could knock again. He looked at his watch and saw that he had arrived five minutes early. That was his strength, setting appointments and being punctual, which made the person who opened the door trust enough to not hesitate.
"Come in, don’t stay there. It’s cold as hell," said a girl with a gothic style and piercings on most parts of her body.
Alex never knew exactly why he liked bold women so much, but deep down he knew it was because it was fun to feel the challenge of trying to control someone strong like the one standing in front of him.
Alex walked in.
"You look very tense. I think a massage would help you relax," she said in a tone that clearly suggested something more.
Alex took a deep breath and suddenly grabbed her by the neck. She started laughing with mischief. He pushed her onto the bed and quickly undressed her.
"Wow, I think I woke the lion."
"Shut up."
He completely dominated the girl, and within a minute he was inside her.
"That’s it, I like it like that."
He moved with force, as he always did when they met, with intensity, hunger, and wild speed.
After they finished, Alex sat on the bed, pulled up his pants, and suddenly asked her a question.
"Who took that picture of me with that girl on the hood of the car?"
"I don’t know, but the picture is already spreading on the internet."
"Bye. See you tomorrow. I have to deal with this now. My reputation is at risk."
"Wait. What about what we agreed?"
"Here." Alex said as he pulled out a thick bundle of cash.
Alex got into his car and drove fast to the secret place where he kept what generated the money that supported his luxurious life along with the profits from his empire.
When he arrived at the abandoned warehouse, two strong men opened the gate without asking questions. They knew who he was. The boss.
Inside, the smell was strong, a mix of chemicals, sweat, dirty money, and other things beyond imagination.
"Boss," one of them said, lowering his head.
"Report," Alex replied without wasting time.
"We are close to starting Project EZERMITTY."
"Forty percent, boss."
"The last sales went like this," the man said, showing a paper full of numbers.
Alex took the paper and looked at the numbers that pleased him.
"Good work. Now I want you to focus on Project EZERMITTY. The revolution will begin."
"We will do everything to speed up the process. And as you always say, verbal reports must come with written ones," he said, handing over another paper with all the details about the project Alex had always wanted.
The boss read it and liked what he saw.
"You are doing a good job. It seems we won’t need to eliminate any Honger. Very good, Roger."
But in the middle of everything, one thing would not leave his mind.
The photograph. He needed to erase it from the internet before it was too late. In his mind, the only way was to go straight to the source and make things serious by dealing with the person responsible himself.
More shipments of weapons and drugs arrived at the warehouse, brought by allies who did not waste time after signing the confidential contract. The men from the Wavers entered, the group that controlled one of the cities of Ludron, just below the Hongers, the most feared.
"Who took that damn picture?" Alex suddenly asked.
Everyone went silent. One of the men hesitated.
Alex slowly turned to him.
"I asked a question."
"It was… a guy called Posto," the man replied, swallowing hard. "He’s always with a group… he likes selling that kind of content."
Alex stood still for a moment. Then he smiled.
"Where is he?"
...
The rain seemed heavier when Alex arrived at the neighborhood.
Dim lights. Narrow streets. Suspicious looks. He stepped out of the car calmly, as if he were entering a place that already belonged to him.
A young man pointed to a house with peeling paint.
"It’s there."
Alex walked to the door. He knocked hard.
And the door slowly began to open.
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