The Wrong Kid

Chapter 3.

“I badly wanted to stay yet, but I am afraid, my Dad could not fetch me anytime tonight.” Andrea told the gentleman.

“Why not?” the man asked.

“Well, he was into a business gathering tonight and he was way busy. So, yeah.” She giggled.

“That’s fine, baby. I could surely get to have you out again next week. No crucial event at school, I guess?” He smiled.

“Yes. I’ll surely see you.” Andrea said, her eyes twinkling in passion.

She was at a certain bar place. It was just 10pm in the evening, and yet, she knows she needs to get home even that was too early to. She knows how she wanted to stay with this man he met, and even if it sounds absurd to her, she already liked him from the very first meeting around.

His name is Caleb Santos, a young professional photographer in the city, and he has mentioned that he was contracted for three years by a designer brand of the country, the ‘Kawes’ clothing. He had also mentioned that he had met Strawberry as the lead model of the said brand and was glad to know that Andrea was a friend and classmate of her.

“Can I just give you a ride? I mean, you could not just take a cab tonight.” He offered.

“Ah no, it is okay. I am used to it. No worries.” Andrea smiled sweetly.

“Okay then, let me at least have you outside.” Caleb said as he held her in her wrist and slides into her hands, intertwining their fingers.

Andrea felt butterflies in her stomach as he did that.

As the moment they got out, Caleb looked down at her and smiled, “Goodnight, beautiful.”

Andrea giggled and was about to speak when Caleb impulsively crashed his lips into hers, initiating a passionate kiss that she got surprised of, but managed to kiss back responsibly.

She even lifts her free hand and caresses his perfect jawline as he shortly caught Andrea’s tongue, inside her mouth.

Esteban smirked as he watched the sight of two certain individuals passionately kissing in front of the bar.

“Tss.” He heard Barbara, beside him.

She is the personal nurse, and the 8th member of String 99 who also functions as the mafia medic. She was a childhood buddy of Esteban, since they were both 10 years old, and graduated with Medicine course, finishing a Doctorate Degree. It was even Sr. Valerio who financed her school, since she grew up without parents and became homeless before the mafia boss found her.

Esteban glanced at her, “What is wrong?”

She shook her head, “I just hate her.”

“You hate anyone who touched me.” He chuckled.

Barbara looked at him, still looking pissed.

Esteban gave her a sly smirk before he put his bare hand on her unclothed knee, exposed by her red A-line dress. Barbara glanced towards that as Esteban sensually caresses it up into her inner thigh, exposing more of her bare skin as the hem of her dress slides off because of what he is doing.

“Young master …” she whimpered lowly.

Then, Charles voice rang, both on the wore ear device they had. Esteban immediately took his hand off as Charles said, “To the Last Haven.”

They both have heard the struggling and crying noise the target was creating in the background of the audio. Soon, they all pulled off.

The Last Haven is a place where they all take their target and assassinate them. It is either the leader killer would do it, or the gang would. It is a gigantic building, looking like a four-storey apartment unit outside but inside it was plainly painted with red and has no proper ceilings, solar-powered lights that have high-quality censor are the only devices giving light into it within evening.

Only if there would be someone who needs to be assassinated, and they had to be there. And the censors would work automatically.

It is also guarded and protected by another ten members of the gang, who are experts at bombing and gunfire. They tend to easily murder people who try their luck about interrogating and investigating the place.

Convoys of red cars swiftly drove to the said place from the different road paths as the voice from each ear devices was heard and in no time, Esteban with Barbara arrived the last.

“L-let me go, sir! What is the meaning of this?!” Andrea was being dragged inside the Last Haven as Jules ripped off the silky scarf they covered her mouth when she was in the car he was driving.

Jules, the driver and the messenger, is the 2nd member of the String 99 after the leader killer, Evil Orthodox. He was two years older than him, but still calls him ‘boss’.

“Sir Charles— what is the meaning of this?!” Andrea cried out, Her lower legs were on the floor with her feet and wrists on separate shackles, tears trickling all over her cheeks, and her hair was badly in mess.

Fear crept up automatically as he found eight men in red suit were in front of her.

Are they going to r**e me? Her thoughts invaded her head.

Until she realizes about the gang who wears black and red colors.

‘The String 99.’

It is the Evil Orthodox’s mafia group!

“Andrea darling, you just crossed the line.” Charles finally spoke up, staring blankly at her.

That gets her out of the reverie, and she looked up at him.

“What line are you talking about?!” she exclaimed.

“My line, baby.” a voice echoed from afar, Andrea looked around as she found a silhouette of two people walking from the direction of the threshold she remembered they walked her through in.

Tears continued to trickle from her eyes as soon she found a familiar man walking towards her. His medium-wavy black hair is hanging loosely, leveling its tip by the lowest part of his nape, nearly touching his broad shoulders. He was wearing a red sateen dress shirt, both of the sleeves were properly folded up before his elbows and only the top button by its collar was unbuttoned. He was wearing the usual black trousers he used for school, and Andrea cried more when she finally realizes whom he was.

“E-esteban ..” she lowly called.

Her eyes shifted towards his right hand, balled, but with something hanging from it with silver color.

She also found a familiar woman behind him wearing an above-the-knee red sexy satin dress, and her black long hair was in a lovely bun behind her, and her stare at her was kind of deadly.

“Esteban!” Andrea exclaimed again, trying to scream for his pity, but he just went into her, squatting in front of her, just to make him talk closely to him.

He patted her head silently, as he tugged some hanging strands of her hair in her face, as she still continued to cry silently.

She was sobbing lightly, remembering how she provoked him last time, and realizing he was actually the monster in the city.

“I—I am deeply sorry …” she cried lowly.

She just found him staring back at her, coldness was in his eyes, and that was familiar. Esteban then wiped her tears off her cheeks, but Andrea pulled her face away from his touch.

Esteban smiled.

“That’s okay, baby.” He said lowly.

“How dare you?” She cried lowly.

Esteban tilted his head towards the left slowly.

“How dare you enter the Law College and fake up an identity to get around us?! You surely falsify everything about your applications towards the school when in reality is you are such a heinous criminal who doesn't deserve good things such education?!” she yelled in his face.

Jules and the rest just waited for Esteban to respond.

“Why are you labelling me that? Do you hate people who work for the mafia?” Esteban asked.

“When in reality also, you make friends with the heirs of other gangs.” He continued.

“But Strawberry does not do crimes like you!” She exclaimed with hatred.

“Right, right. I get it.” Esteban chuckled. “Just as I expected of you, you are seriously brave. After showing your breasts to me before, you also do not fear shouting hate to my face now. That’s wonderful.”

Andrea felt embarrassed about him, remembering that time when she tried to provoke him. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she avoided his cold stare.

“Do you have any last words?” Esteban asked, still in squatting position.

Andrea glanced back at his face, tears continued flowing out of her eyes. But this time, her eyes are projecting hatred and anger.

“You will not live longer, Esteban. I am certain, if I am bad at provoking you, you are more evil for leading crimes like this. I will see you in hell, you son of a bitch.”

That was low, enough for Esteban to hear it, and the term she ended her speech made him seriously insulted.

He shortly lifts his right hand, holding the killer chain and in an impulsive manner, he throws the chain around her neck, catching the other end with his left.

Without heaving her last breath out, Esteban vigorously pulled each end, strangulating her in an instant, while he was coldly staring directly into her eyes.

They all saw how her face flushed, her eyes continued tearing up that soon flashes of fright and regret as it rolled upwards with her body trembling and shaking until her life was taken away from her helpless body.

Barbara blinked as she saw how the strangulated woman’s neck produces blood from the portion of where the chain is wrapped around. She had witnessed it countless times, and the hate she felt for this certain woman flew off as the moment her body stopped trembling to death.

Esteban caught her dead body with his left hand, as the right hand holding the chain pulled it vigorously, making the cut on her neck slashing deeper. It bleeds more and some of it spats towards his face, but it was not new.

He put her body on the ground gently as he uses his left hand to close her eyes that still projects fright before death.

Then, he stands up.

“Rest in peace, Contis.” he lowly said before he walked off, still holding his killer chain.

The evil orthodox’s killer chain.