DOUBLE CROSS

Chapter 1

"I don't need your money."

The old man and the other men with him in the same table gasped after hearing what he just said. He was looking cool and hot sitting in the chair with no fear in his eyes. Girls in this casino are drooling over him and he knows that but he does not have a fancy time to that kind of stuff. He never droll over women.

He has important things to do ahead and he don't like women.

"Mr. X, we all know that money is power," the other guy said. He smirked to that without looking the boy and just had his eyes stick to the table looking at the reflection of everyone.

"That only means, I am powerful to all of you," he said, giving these men a smile that would surely frustrate these people. "I have all the money in this world, name it. Because I have every currency and when I said, I don't need your money, I don't need your money," he added in a whisper calm tone while leaning his back in the back rest of the chair he was sitting his ass.

He smirked simply raised his eyebrow for a second when his eyes didn't let to pass how the old men gritted their teeth. He saw it and he don't f*ckin' care.

"But we need connection, Mr. X and we all know that you got the strongest connection in this underground. We need your help. It was Mr. Diamos motto in the society, correct? Whoever needs help, the family will give a hand," the man who he thought has the same age with him just said.

"Unfortunately, I am not Mr. Diamos, Mr. Del Pilar. I am X and has nothing to do with the Diamos'," he calmly said and drank the remaining cold coffee in his cup.

"What do you need then? If you won't accept money, what do you need?" the guy desperately asked.

"A name outside of this four corners of a hell," he said seriously and the gentlemen knotted their forehead in confusion.

"You see, the outside world of this underground is heaven, Mr. Garcia. We want it," Franklin said.

He was sitting next to Damon and was just busy looking at his phone while watching the runway fashion show of the best of the bests models of the world.

"It wouldn't be a problem for you to be part of the business industry, Mr. X. With your connection and your money, it would just be a piece of cake for someone like you," the old man said.

"You are actually correct, Mr. Garcia. However, we also need trust, we need names that is already in there — in the top," Damon said in his firm voice while a playful smirk is being shown in his face.

"What do you mean?" the other guy from the right side asked.

Franklin sighed and stood up. He walked towards the guy and just stopped behind this man.

"In exchange of Mr. X's connection that you all need, you have to place Mr. X's name in your name," Franklin playfully said.

Everyone gasped and their eyes widened in what they just freaking heard.

Damon stood his ass up from his seat and turn his back without even saying good-bye. He can have his name in the industry just like what that old man, Mr. Garcia said. He was right but that is not what Damon needs and wants. He needs an easy access to his desired future.

He has cultivated path in his palm that he has to take and he want the easiest way to get into that. He would be willing to use anything, anyone that he could use to get everything he has in his planner. He want a name, a powerful and for that, he can live his life to the fullest.

"I guess they knew what I mean," Franklin said with a chuckle that made Damon chuckled as well.

When the two of them entered the elevator, Damon pressed the basement button with the ballpen in his hand. It really looks like a ballpen, but little did the people know, it has double weapon in it. It could be a deadly knife or a deadly needle.

He don't like bringing gun and have it attached in his body and so, he would rather have this pen with him 24/7. Growing up in the underground business made him wiser, made him stronger and he uses that as an advantage to get their boss' trust.

"Those fools," he commented and laughed in victory.

He was just messing around, he knows his capability and even those men would say to his condition he can still have his name replaced to whoever he wants te replace. Yet, those crazy airhead hungry of power individual just couldn't fight for their own.

Doing illegal really needs connection and they still have no idea how to build their own connection, they are making their boss' wealthy as hell. He shoke his head as they walked through the elevator when it gives them the way to get out and step through their cars.

"They want power that is why they need connection. We need power and that is why we need connection."

Damon stopped and looked at Franklin, they've been together for more than a decade now and they both treated each other as brothers. He knows that he has Franklin in his back but even with that thought, he his moving in this world in his tiptoe because honestly speaking, he has trust issue and he couldn't trust anyone.

People can be a prey if they want. But behind their scared act and weak response, they were predators that would smack other people in just a snap. People are great pretenders, everyone would fool each other when they want to and that made him the best of the bests of this underground.

The boss would never let him out of here, the boss would even listen his word and he'll do everything before that trust is gone.