THE DAY BEFORE MR. ALEJANDRO'S DEATH.
Denvo was standing on the veranda of his room while sipping his glass of whiskey. His eyebrows rose when he saw Aleja's Jeep, which he was driving, parked in a hurry in front of their mansion. "What's with the rush, Aleja? I'm sure this must be important and can make you run like this." He finished his last shot, wiped his lips on the back of his palm, walked his way out of his room, and went where Aleja and his stepfather were talking.
To prevent being suspicious, he stays natural when walking in the hallway since there's a lot of CCTV spreading thoroughly inside the mansion. He even passed by their young maiden, who greeted him. Devon only nodded. "Tell them I'm going to the theater room," he said, and there was a smirk plastered on his face.
He briefly looked at the young maiden before he turned left, looked at the CCTV, grinned, and then looked for his stepfather's office. He doesn't treat him as his family, but as a moneymaker who's sustained him. To be powerful, he needs Mr. Alejandro's help; the more power and money he has, the more he can do anything he wishes, even taking the lives of other people. You know money rules over the world, when you have the power and money, no one can step on you, and everyone will bow to you.
The father and son were arguing when Devon got to the office. He quickly hid when Aleja left the office, and when Aleja disappeared, he walked into the room to comfort the old man to pretend he was a good son, but when he opened and entered the office, he was surprised that his stepfather was struggling to breathe while his two hands were on his neck.
It was similar to what happened to his father, but the effect was even faster because he quickly lay down in pain while still struggling to breathe. "Dad!" He ran to his father in a panic, quickly knelt on the floor, and grabbed his father's shoulder, showing concern. "Are you okay, dad? What's wrong?"
"I-I...c-can't b-breath. G-get...the injection i-in the safety vault. The password is Aleja's birthday a-and his m-mother's d-death...a---nniversary," he hardly spoke.
It was as if some demon entered his body when he heard what he said. Instead of him having a little pity because he was good to him, he and his biological father are the same. There is no point in living. He stood up without emotion, looked up at him as he was consumed with hatred, and stared at him deadly. "I was sincerely concerned when I saw you struggling and when you fell. I was about to save you. But no. You and my father aren't different at all. You are a selfish bastard who deserves to die." He greeted his teeth. "Just die, father. Just die." So he watched him suffer from pain, and his hands were trying to reach him, but he was too heartless to feel any emotions towards him. He put both hands in his jeans pocket. A smile was shown on his lips when he was slowly closing his eyes, and his breathing slowed down, and no longer he became a dead body.
He was about to leave the room when he saw a little girl's shoes hiding behind his father's office under the table. He was stunned, and his eyes widened. 'All this time, there's someone here inside except us?' Later on, the girl slowly showed up and faced him. "You watched him die." Her voice was tiny but cold.
"You..." Fears eating his whole system while pointing at her.
"My name is Ameira. I'm your sister." She smiled but then said, "You watched him die, which means you are a murderer. Who killed his own father?" Her expression changed into a serious face.
"How..." the little girl didn't let him finish his sentence. "You must leave. If you didn't want to be caught, Aleja poisoned our dad. You saw it. I saw it."
Devon was muddled. He had no idea what was going on or where this little girl was from, and her aura and the way she spoke gave him goosebumps. He met another psycho, but her level of psychosis exceeds your expectations.
How can a child make you feel so horrible? It's like confronting Satan.
When she saw him, she called someone, and he was even more surprised when she called Aleja. "He told me to call you if something happened to him. I'm your little sister, and I saw how our father died."
'What the fuck was she talking about? Is she going to—'
"Oh. Our brother turned it off. What should I do? He's coming here. Are you going to stay here too?" She asked him innocently.
He almost can't move his body and is too numb to speak. He left the office shivering. His legs were trembling while he was walking to the billiard room. He doesn't know why, but he felt that the kid was the one who killed his stepfather, and she also expected him to be there and expect what he was going to do. Fuck. Was a young girl manipulating him? Was he just bait for her? Fuck!
PRESENT TIME.
He turned around to face Enrique, who was standing quietly behind him, not too far from him. "Any news about the kid I'm asking you to search for?" He narrowed his eyes, pointing the gun at him.
Denvo can clearly see how his assistant's knees trembled in fear; even in his face, it's evident. He smirked. Everyone knows that when he sets something in his mind, he really does it.
"I...I haven't heard—" He didn't let him finish his sentence and clicked the trigger. He hit her left ear, causing blood to spurt out, and part of her ear fell to the floor. "Useless. Get out of my sight before I can lose my anger and kill you right here, right now."
He bent down while holding his left ear, which was still bleeding and hiding the pain he was feeling. He just looked at him snobbishly and threw the gun on the table in front of him, where the gun was placed.
"I don't believe I can't find you. I want to know what kind of chemical or whatever you use to kill Mr. Alejandro," he said to himself. "Are you even real, or was I just high at that time? Fuck it," he cursed in the wind.
"I need you to kill Aleja and my mother without leaving any mark on how they die. I want to own every piece of wealth I have and build, including this hospital. I'm going to rule the world." His eyes darkened, and his face was like a grim reaper, ready to kill for the sake of what he desired. "You use me, and now I will use you. An eye for an eye, tooth for tooth, and death for death." He pulled the trigger and aimed it at the paper, and there he vented all his anger while smiling devilishly.