Chapter 6 | THE DEVIL'S HEAD START
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The Regio.
Japan's most sinister criminal organization.
An organization where every crime was committed, passed through every member.
One word that everyone fears in every felonious alliance in every area of Japan, maybe even far beyond the country.
Wreaking havoc, as if they had lived through this line, which basically depicts them. They are more than inflicting mayhem.
They were capable of everything, doing the impossible with a single flick of their finger, as long as it was under their command.
Gangs, crimes, murders, and whatever else comes to mind, the so-called titles and images in a society that has an influence on everyone, one single action can easily induce anyone to commit these things.
Nonetheless, none of them cared.
They couldn't care less about how they were perceived.
They couldn't care less about what other people think of them.
They didn't give a damn what they were destroying.
Even doing the impossible? Of course.
Say, they are wealthy, with a variety of sources of income, financial connections, and ties to a range of companies, both legal and illegal.
They are capable of owning such luxurious materials, with each of the guys owning their own property and leading areas in full authority.
Of course, many women were drawn to them, owing to their money and the fact that they would even sell their lives to slip under their pants and sleep next to them in bed.
Yet they never kept any of these women.
It's not that they didn't want to do these things or that they didn't have time for them. It's just that it wasn't part of their plan. Too insignificant.
Each man has their own tasks, each man has their own business running.
The Regio has multiple bases, each in a separate city. They understood damn well how traitors lured people everywhere, and how people could easily reveal their hideouts to the public, which is one of the reasons they own so many residences and hideouts.
Still, they know how to handle traitors.
And to anyone who opposes them.
They wouldn't care how many screams they let out, how deafening those loud screams from the bones splitting were, how they tortured them for hours, how they would see the pitiful dreadful look on their faces.
A sadistic, merciless evil, perhaps?
"So, this is all about Allura?" As he sat in one of the chairs, Raven inquired.
The Regio is in the middle of an important meeting.
"I don't even know what's the big deal about it." Leo shrugged, resting his chin on his hand and slouching his elbow against the armchair.
Eight chairs have a man seated on them.
Zacharias, The Regio's head, sat at the middle end of the table, his eyes closed and his fingers intertwined on the table, raising his head to look at the pink-haired man.
"Hey, Zach! Got no sleep?" Dominic bent down as he looked at his boss, but he only received a stare from Zacharias.
"My bad my bad, sorry, I'll stay quiet," Dominic said as he sat down comfortably on one of the chairs.
"Too noisy. It's damn early." Lorenzo yawned as their boss called for an urgent meeting at eight in the morning.
"Allura Marin... Allura Marin..." Kanji mumbled as he rummaged through the files, which most likely contained information about her.
"At last." After finding them among hundreds of other files, he tossed one folder into the center of the table.
As for Allura... she piqued everyone's attention.
Not in a romantic way, but also not in the sense that she was a threat to them.
I mean, who wouldn't? Their boss suddenly came to order them to bring a certain someone into their gang. What use could this random woman possibly serve them? Will it be beneficial in any way?
Or more like a danger to them?
It sure did pique their curiosity.
Zacharias took the folder, read it thoroughly while only humming, and then returned it to the table.
"Was there anything else that needed to be included, boss?" Kanji inquired.
"No, everything is here," Zacharias answered.
"Zacharias, wait, let me get this straight," Toshiro asked. "Long story short and let's get to the point—"
Everyone turned their heads to him.
"Didn't you tell us that we'd only use Allura for this one specific deal?" He reminded.
"Don't think of her too highly." He added.
Toshiro was a man with a keen sense of understanding. He was the gang's problem-solving calculator, in charge of the money, statistics, and everything else.
Allura, on the other hand, she's like a problem that is impossible to solve.
That's what Toshiro sees her, which intrigues him and couldn't help but spark his interest more.
How did this woman get into Regio's base just like that?
The first question was already perilous.
"She's only part of our plan, right?" Leo said.
"You're all putting it in your own words, worded differently," Zacharias interrupted as the two men raised their heads to look at him.
"Don't treat her like those women you all used in those nightclubs you visited." He added.
"Sure we think of her in that perspective, but there's more I'd like to say about," Zacharias said. "No matter what happens in the end, we'll stick to it."
"Either one of us will suffer at the end... or Allura."
"Do you understand what I'm saying? All of this misery can only have one conceivable outcome."
"Are you serious?! You're going to risk our entire organization for one woman?" Leo reacted with a full retort that was nearly an objection.
"You know, I'm not interested in that woman," Leo added.
"Leo," Lorenzo warned his younger brother.
Leo can only sigh and roll his eyes.
Yes, Leo was concerned about his group. He cared the most about it, and his allegiance was stronger than anything else. After all, his thoughts were hazy, and the abrupt change of plan was not clear to him.
It perplexes both him and Toshiro.
The man also didn't find interest in Allura.
While Allura... has no single idea about any of these.
The woman is still locked in the room, captive as if she's a prisoner, the room's silence almost eating her up, she was bored out of her mind, and she wondered whether at least some updates would arrive.
Having no idea that these men were talking about her.
"However, I didn't ask you to be interested in her or to have affection for her," Zacharias stated bluntly.
After the realization hit Leo, the man shut himself up.
"May I ask as to why you were most concerned about that?" Zacharias remarked. "Why? Do you intend to fall in love with her?"
Leo stayed quiet.
"That's what I thought," Zacharias said in a commanding tone, clearing his throat before he continued his words.
"Just let time decide our fate," Zacharias added.
"Because in the end, we will only have two choices."
"And that will depend on our voyage. Our journey, which is just starting."
Indeed, the game is just starting.
Yes, this could happen, not all plans worked out, and opportunities arose. Even the tiniest possibility could be worth wagering and risking a person's life.
"Unless things turn out differently."
Silence fell throughout the room as everyone feared what would happen next, and wondered how any of the events could occur.
They expressed their worry about failing a plan, and not just because their scheme had been ruined.
It can also be because their pride and ego were crushed, how something failed miserably that they had been dug into, totally dedicated to the task that they were doing. How easily their efforts and time might be squandered.
"Dismissed."
Everyone stood up as soon as Zacharias announced it, putting the place at ease.
Leo's statements a while ago... left Zacharias with a piece of doubt.
Zacharias sensed a frigid atmosphere, sour, bitter, and cold, and these thoughts instantly brought him back to his past.
Everyone left except for Zacharias, who is still sitting in his chair.
But, just as Lorenzo was about to leave the room, Zacharias called out his name, causing him to stop in his tracks. Zacharias then stood up and walked over to Lorenzo.
"Lorenzo, I'll leave Allura to you for now."
Zacharias then exited the room, closing the doors behind him, and leaving the man alone within the room, confused.
But what they didn't know, Dominic was standing behind the door, accidentally eavesdropping on their conversation.
Dominic was walking down the corridors, stopping in his tracks. He decided to visit Allura for a while.
Grabbing the door's handle, he placed his ear on the door first.
Silence.
Allura isn't talking, sobbing, or wailing as she had been in recent days.
She has been locked in the room for days.
But she is still fed on a daily basis. The meals were filling and luxurious, and the clothes she received were comfortable and sufficient. The items they provided were enough too.
They gave her practically everything, well the exception of one thing though.
Twisting the doorknob, his mind was suddenly filled with uncertainty.
"Lorenzo, I'll leave Allura to you for now."
Thoughts coming through like, what will he see behind the door? Will he see her lying there on the bed? Sitting in the corner? Sleeping peacefully?
Or, in the worst-case scenario, witnessing an empty room.
Dominic despised the idea of escaping.
He walked away when he refused to open the door, leaving him alone for a moment.
"I'll give you some time, Allura."
"After all, Lorenzo will take care of you, right?"
"God, how I hate sharing." He rolled his eyes.
Jealousy kills, they say.
"Nonetheless, there is still more time, as well as more routes and doors that will open in the future. It will be a ride to indulge in our mayhem."
He then walked away, a gleam in his eyes showing how much he enjoyed how everything was going according to plan, how everything was starting to fall into place like domino pieces.
"The game is just getting started, isn't it?"
Walking through the hallways, a wicked grin formed on his face.
"I can signal the head start... Any f*****g time."
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