Driven by the Gangster (Full) (Patreon)

Why is it that the monster who is meant for the dark wants to go towards the light? Does it mean he wants to be good, or does it mean he wants to die?

This kid fell three stories from the school's burning building. The firefighters declared him dead. There was blood pooling around him. His lifeless eyes were open for the longest time.

But no, he breathed back to life, choking on air. It was shocking to his fellow classmates who were lucky survivors of the fire.

"How did..." the teacher gasped, unable to find her words. He was coughing like crazy, and no one—not even the firefighters had enough courage to approach the boy who just died with two gallons of his own blood around him. Everyone stood still, horrified.

"By the devil..."

"...what is he?"

"Teacher! Teacher, I'm scared! He is a zombie!"

As his classmates stood screaming, one of them suddenly came through with a blanket and ran towards the undead kid. "Help him! You should help him! He's hurt, he's hurt!"

"Luca, stay away from the German boy!" The teacher exclaimed. But the kid only wrapped the boy's body with the blanket and hugged him.

"No, he's alive! Thank god!" Luca smiled happily despite being covered in ash. "You're very lucky."

The supposedly dead boy stared at the strange child who did not fear him like the other students. Are miraculous recoveries normal where he's from? He thought, since Luca treats it as it is.

"You're... very ..." The boy said in German, but Luca was unable to understand.

"Ahh... let's go get some water. The building has no fire anymore," Luca giggled.

All the other first graders were still horrified. In their eyes, this German boy just came back from the dead and is a monster. But in Luca's eyes, this was a miracle, and this kid is special.

When they were huddled on the sidewalk with blankets on them waiting for the ambulance, the boy spoke for the first time in Russian.

"Why."

"Why, what?" Luca snapped his head to the quiet kid. "Whoa, you talk! I thought you were mute. That's awesome!"

"Why," the boy repeated, quietly and almost inaudible. "All they... hate me."

"What do you mean? All of them hate you?" Luca moved closer to him. "I don't hate you. God probably loves you because he saved you. You are cool, like Wolverine."

God cursed me. "But..."

"I want to be your friend. You're just so cool. But I always see you being sad. I wanted to come near you but the teachers say that your parents don't want a bad influence on you. But I want to see you happy, not sad."

He only stared at the talkative boy. Big, sparkling eyes or maybe it was his defective vision from the near-death experience. Whatever it is, he cannot stop looking at this angel in front of him.

"My name is Luca, what's yours?"

a year later

"That's so cool, Morde! You finally showed me your superpowers! Tagging along was worth it," Luca scratched behind his head. "Because now I have a best friend."

"Good," Morde said his 1/253 Russian words that he knows, wiping the bloody razor with his pants.

Luca Vasili was the one who gave Morde his name. The silent German boy would not reveal his name even to his best friend, and as heartbreaking as it is, Luca only giggled it away. Not even the teachers would refer to him in any way, and claimed that his name is "protected privacy," but Luca doesn't want his name to be Protected Privacy, it's ugly.

Now here they are, watching as Morde's slit arm goes back to its normal, flawless look after the boy harmed himself.

"Morde is special," Luca says, giving a 'healing charm' kiss to the invisible injury on Morde's arm.

And he is, because Morde was born with abnormal stem cell reproduction; mutated stem cells that cause the instantaneous renewal of any damaged cells. This means he can regenerate from the tiniest blood cell to a severed limb. Morde is sent here to Russia in order to hide him from the many Mafias that target him as an asset.

Having this kind of 'ability' puts him on the blacklist of all the other Mafias, which lead him here in Stavropol, Russia for protection. But of course, Luca doesn't know any of that Mafia business.

Luca was taller than Morde at the moment, with natural brunette hair that was silky as fine net and eyes green as shallow lakes. Morde has jet black hair and blue eyes that look icy and grey in certain lightings. The difference in personality is the highlight of their friendship; since the Russian-less Morde speaks as little as Mr. Bean and Luca speak as loud as Powerpuff Girl's Blossom.

All of a sudden, a ball hit Morde in the head. This never bothered Morde, for he was used to it, but Luca is enraged.

"Haha, two goobers! Ahahaha!" Some kids laughed.

Luca stood up and stomped on the ground. "Hey! Stop hurting Morde, you dense cabbage!"

"Ooo, Luca's in love with the Zombie!"

"So what, that's cool! If he's a zombie, I'll let him bite you to death!" Luca grabbed a stone and pulled his hand back to throw it, but Morde grabbed his sleeves. Luca looked back stubbornly, "Morde let me blind them for a bit."

Morde shook his head, his ears getting a big red. 'So what...' does it mean Luca really loves me?

"Fine!" Luca huffed and sat back down with Morde with a scowl. "They'll die someday anyway."

Morde didn't reply, as usual, but his little child heart skipped a beat when Luka's pale white hand grabbed his own. "Hey Morde... someday, I'm gonna get stronger and no one will ever bully you. You should be strong with me. Let's always be strong."

Morde, always unable to smile, tugged the corner of his lips in support. "I... will... with here, you."

"Aww, your Russian is still terrible!" Luca giggled, wrapping his arm around the fat shoulders of Morde, pulling him close. "You'll always be with me, Morde."

Always.

A DECADE LATER

"You're Luca Vasili, right?" A punk gangster spat in an alley with his goons. They were holding baseball bats intimidating.

Their opponent, a bleached blonde-haired student, stood there smiling with his own few 'friends'.

"The one and only."

They screamed, "You're a stupid áss cúnt having séx with our boss' sister!"

Luca smirked at the gangsters. "Oh, she told? Did she tell you she fúcks her brother, too?"

Nobody knew they would go to such paths upon graduating high school. Luca grew his hair out to his waist and dyed it the lightest blonde, now a tall 6'0. He joined a street gang, only to quit and create his own: Pevun'ya. Along with a few members, they had an unbeatable streak. He was a feared delinquent in school, all smiles with bloody fists.

"Hahaha, Morde look," Luca gently mumbled as he pulled the hair of a rival delinquent, finding his nose bloody and a teeth missing. "I wonder if I can make him look like spongebob."

Morde looked at him as he kneed the jaw of another one, finding that innocent smile and gentle eyes. To anyone, Luca is scary, to Morde, he looked absolutely adorable.

Morde always had to be by his side. He outgrew Luca, standing incredibly tall at 6'3 with a slouch making him shorter, taken from his genes. He was given a choice to study in a private college in Germany or Italy where his parents are from, but he chose to stay in Russia where he studies in a public school. He chose Luca.

"Hey boss, they called the cops..." A member of the gang said.

It made Luca laugh. "Isn't that shameful? Calling the cops like a bunch of wussies? It proves that we are the winners, then. Right, Morde?"

Morde merely nodded, staring at his Luca. The blonde then grabbed his wrist and ran away with their gang members. It wasn't necessary for him to do that, but Morde is not complaining. Luca's slender fingers feel so good around his wrist.

weeks after,

The first days of college were terrifying to Morde, but of course he wouldn't voice that out. There are a lot of gorgeous Russian ladies, and some exchange students from other countries. Luca has never been interested in the, quote, "whiny disposable cash people" he calls women, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have sèxual needs. What if he finally gets a girlfriend? That plagues Morde to his bones.

He was walking to the hallways towards Luca's classroom when he heard a bunch of boys talk. Normally Morde doesn't care, but Luca's name rolled off their tongue in a bad way.

"...oh, I've seen him. I thought he was a lady at first."

"Right? That guy looks like a woman! Skin's soft too, when I handed him a ball pen, I touched him..."

"He's the leader of the Pevun'ya gang, though... I can't believe it, that lady... Luca, was it?"

"I bet he feels like a woman, too..."

Everyone was startled when Morde grabbed those guys by the face and collided their heads together.

"Who are you?! What the blazing fúck are you doing?!" They yelled at the attacker.

People in the hallways started to crowd around them as Morde clenched his fist, ready to beat them up. But a familiar person pushed through the crowd and landed his palm on Morde's shoulder.

"Please don't get yourself expelled," he gently said. "I can't stay here without you."

That at least calmed the raging beast that was Luca's right-hand man. The bleached blonde gangster has full control over him.

Needless to say, Morde was suspended for two weeks. Despite not being able to go to school temporarily, he didn't fail in accompanying Luca in gang-related activities. As of now, Morde got stabbed during a fight.

"Does it hurt? Want me to remove it?" Luca asked, his gentle hands on the handle of the knife lodged in Morde's stomach. They had to be alone to do it, since the gang members have not known about Morde's special 'talent'.

Morde silently shook his head yes, his eyes always on Luca's green ones.

But when Luca pulled it out ever so slowly, Morde winced painfully. When he successfully removed it, Luca cleaned the bloody surroundings of his wounds while the damage disappeared completely.

"I know you're like Wolverine, but you need to be careful. It makes me sad, you know."

Morde held Luca's hand when he sees the blonde truly looking remorseful. With his few words, he says, "I am Wolverine. But you are not."

Morde did take the stab to save Luca. He couldn't bear seeing him hurt for one bit; he'll take anything for Luca.

There was a pure moment of staring into each other's eyes. It was like there were no gangs members outside, it was like there were no gangs, and it was like there was no chaos in the world. Just them. Morde loved this feeling.

But Luca only ever has feelings for him as a friend.

Morde never saw him as a friend. He never saw him as a leader. Luca never even saw Morde for what he truly was; insane.

"Ow, that actually hurt. Reminds me of when my kitten scratched me," Luca grinned as he punched a loan shark straight in the nose. That guy's previous blow left a cut on Luca's lips, and the gang leader just spat off the blood.

There was he, looking like he is having fun with cut lips. There were 4 men against Luca, mercilessly throwing fists that the blonde could easily dodge. Again, Luca was punched in the face and it caused a bruise in his temple. Being as pale as paper, it looked ugly and bruising on his skin.

Problem was, he messed with the men from the Schliemann Mafia.

Luca suddenly missed a punch and got kicked to the ground. Still, he was amused.

"You stomp women with that foot?! Haha—!" Luca's laugh was cut off when the Schliemann Mafia men presented a gun, effectively intimidating the gang leader for a few seconds.

Ahh shít, he thought. I left my gun at the school gym locker... t'was illegal, too...

"Look man," Luca lightheartedly chuckled. "That's unfair, isn't it? Let's just go fist-to-fist. Or fist-to-anus if you're loose enough."

This enraged the Mafia, and they clicked their barrels ready to shoot. Luca closed his eyes hoping a trashcan would fall on him and render him unconscious before he gets shot. That way, it won't hurt.

With one last fun, Luca says, "Revolvers... those are bigger than your pencil dícks, right?"

The Mafia man who was nearest to Luca looked so offended that he shot Luca in the head.

Or what he aimed to. Luca opened his eyes to see Morde covering him with both hands, now having a gun blow up his limbs.

"M-Morde?!" Luca didn't have time to scold his best friend because Morde grabbed him and pushed him against his chest protectively, keeping the opponents out of Luca's sight. It was as if preventing Luca from seeing what's happening.

All the other men's guns were still aimed at them, shaken that this man who did not flinch when his fingers are blown off. "Morde, let go! I have to—“

"All of you," Morde spoke in German, and suddenly the Mafia men dropped the guns and bowed at a 90° angle in respect to him.

"Master!"

But Luca couldn't understand nor is he aware, as he sat there seeing nothing but Morde's shirt.

A very deep-voiced Morde says, "If this person ever sees any of you again, you will never see the light of day. Your hearts will be fed to the cats."

Luca sat there astonished. He has never heard Morde say anything beyond 5 words. More importantly, he sounded more intimidating and sexy speaking German. Luca never really knew what heritage Morde is, but he knows it's not Russian. This man is a straight-up German-Italian demigod of war.

When Morde pulled away from him, the Mafia men were gone. Luca looks stiff out of confusion, unable to process how much Morde is in power this moment; when usually he just stands in the corner silent. There was nobody but them in the alley now.

"Morde... how did you..." Luca was confused, especially at how Morde's face right now looks as tender and gentle in contrast to his murderous voice earlier.

Morde only ever shows this side of him to Luca. He ran a thumb over the gang leader's bruised lips, reminding himself that Luca is not Wolverine, and this delicate person can get seriously hurt.

"Please don't worry," Luca says. "It doesn't hurt. I've sprained my díck and it hurts more than this wimpy bruise."

Luca laughed, while Morde only gave him a tiny smile. Running footsteps can be heard behind them, and turns out it's Pevun'ya.

"Boss, Morde runs so fast!"

"He ran for like a mile!"

"You okay? Where's the men in suits?"

"Yeah, we got steel baseball bats!"

They made Luca smile, proud of his children. "Aww, you guys are adorable! Don't worry, Morde already—whoaaa!"

Morde has suddenly hoisted Luca over his shoulder like nothing but a sack of rice, surprising both the gang and their leader.

"What?! Morde, put me down, I'm heavy!" Luca struggled and kicked his feet only for Morde to not mind and walk away. Luca gave up, sighing and going limp. "He's probably taking me to the hospital, guys. Don't worry, we'll see you in the lounge!"

Morde hailed a cab, and gently placed Luca inside. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper, showing it to the driver without saying a word.

"Where are we going?" Luca asks despite knowing he won't get an answer. Scowling, Luca snatched the paper from Morde's hand only to widen his eyes at the address that is written there.

Carvalle Hotel and Residency

Tel. No. --- --- ----

"Carvalle Residency?!" Luca read it repeatedly to make sure it's the right letters. "Are you taking me to a hotel, Morde?"

Morde shook his head negatively, then shrugged. "You, hurt. Will make first aid from home."

"H-home? Your home? You live in... Carvalle Residency?" Luca was shaken to his core because he had never known anything about Morde for the past decade. He didn't bother asking, because Morde never actually speaks a whole lot.

But Carvalle? As in... Carnation Valley? "Morde, this is the most expensive hotel in Russia! It's not even an apartment!"

Morde shrugged, almost saying, It is home. Luca was still caught with surprise and questioned, "How many years have you lived here?"

Morde looks down at his fingers and started to throw each digit up as if counting. When he used up all ten fingers and added extra more, Luca couldn't bear to look.

"Okay, I get it... you've lived here... how come I never know? I still can't believe---why are you in a public university if you have the money to live in this kind of place?" Luca felt disheartened. This was his best friend and he never truly knows anything about him.

Again, Morde shrugged without saying a word. Luca pursed his lips at the lack of answers. Is Morde really rich? Where does he come from? How rich is he? Why does he not own a car, then? How did he...

All their friendship, not both of them cared about which one came from. Both of them respected each other's privacy. In reality, Luca never even revealed to Morde the truth about him. They just co-existed together with a mutual understanding of each other's issues.

If two different flowers sat together, would they question which seed they're from? No, they just float with the wind and stay happy together.

"Whoaa! It's prettier than I imagined!" Luca barges in the luxurious gold-infested lobby of the building.

Everyone, who looked like stiff business people and models, looked at him in disgust. Luca looked like an innocent delinquent with bruises on his face.

Morde used his blazer to cover Luca's face.

"Hey!" Luca protested. "Am I ugly enough that you don't want rich people to look at me?"

"No," Morde whispered. "Too beautiful, no one should look."

Under the blazer, Luca blushed furiously and even shuddered in delight. "H-how could you say... such a thing... th-that's gay..."

What Luca couldn't see however, was the receptionist and staff bowing at Morde in respect. This was the reason he covered up Luca's face, to avoid him witnessing everyone in the lobby being afraid and respectful to Morde.

The elevator ride was awkward, to say the least. Luca was more curious and more aware now of how Morde treats him. Like a princess. All those times. But he never really noticed. Only now, with Morde taking him to his apartment, he can now realize all those times that Morde has cherished him.

Cherished him like never before. Always protected him during fights, always taking the blame, always sheltering him from rumors and judgment.

Someone like me is being cherished. While Morde is gently wiping the blood off of Luca's lips, warm tears dripped onto his tan fingers. Morde's eyebrows twitched in confusion.

"Haha... don't mind me..." Luca sniffed, pulling away from Morde as he wiped his overflowing tears. "I'm just so happy. I finally know where you live."

It is confirmed that Morde has been living here for a long time. There were childhood pictures of him, and the place looked like it's been used for many years, yet still polished and clean.

The apartment is divided into two floors; one with a bedroom, a bathroom, and a glass room with a fireplace, where they are currently at; and the floor below is where the living room, kitchen, another bathroom, and the dining room sat. It wasn't as big as Tony Stark's penthouse, but it was enough for a family gathering with extra space. The theme was a modern hipster.

Luca was overcome with happiness and felt like they were one step closer to knowing each other for the first time in a decade.

"Ow!" Luca grimaced when Morde made his wound sting with the cotton.

"I'm sorry," Morde apologized in German.

"Haha, you're really hot when you speak like that. I find it sexy when I don't understand things, like girls for example." Luca says as his temple is being pressured by an ice pack. When he got no reply, he stared seriously at Morde. "Hey... can you please talk to me? We're friends, aren't we? And we're alone now."

Much to his surprise, Morde leaned in and pecked him on the lips for a split second, before going back to stare at him. Luca's face flew into a fluster, speechless. Did he just--?!

"A... ah," Morde looked down, "That is how Italians say 'friends'."

Morde is from Italy or Germany, after all.

"It's okay," Luca looked away, feeling his heart hammer down his chest. "It's good if I'll know more about you. Do you have beer?"

Six cans later and an episode of dubbed Courage the Cowardly Dog, Luca was happily laughing with his best friend as he tell stories.

"You have a big sister, and she sends you cat food thinking your cat is 'still' alive?!" Luca laughed hilariously at Morde's stories.

He still uses minimalistic words, but Luca can read him from body language to expressions so it wasn't hard "listening" to him. Besides, to Morde, his laugh is more of a cure than his own 'abnormalities'.

"Luca," Morde whispered.

"Hmn? You said something?"

Morde leaned closer, right at the crook of Luca's neck. "Luca..."

That was the first time Luca ever heard Morde say his name, so he sat there speechless upon realization. The first time in their friendship. The first time... there are a lot of first times. Why so suddenly?

Unaware of that question, Morde answered it in his mind. I just realized, Morde thought, That I could lose you any second now. They could take you away from me.

"Morde... what's... what's your name?" Luca mumbled, half-asleep and soon passing out from tiredness and alcohol.

Morde sat in silent admiration for the sleepy Luca.

"Please... tell me your name... Who... are you?"

Morde only kissed him in the forehead, and right when Luca started snoring he whispered, " .... Strauss..."

Luca was unable to process that because his consciousness was no more. Morde carried him to his own bed and tucked him in after removing his blazer, tie, and shirt. He left Luca's pants on as it is extra chilly tonight, but removed his belt to keep him comfortable. Instantly, Luca hugged the first pillow he touched.

"I've... never slept in a place like this..." Luca mumbled, and Morde listened intently. "It's amazing... how Morde is friends... with someone like me..."

Morde reached out to touch him. He was itching to do so. We wanted Luca so bad, ever since childhood. He wanted to monopolize him. Society has told him these feelings are abnormal, but nothing in Morde's body was ever normal.

This pale skin, in contrast to Morde's warm tan, this blonde hair that rivaled that of a woman's, this slender body that attracts danger but barely needs protection... Morde wants all of it.

His hand was getting uncontrollable. His mind was raging. Luca is right here in front of him. Luca is vulnerable, and Morde is physically stronger than him. He can pin the boy down and successfully claim him. The walls are soundproof so nobody will hear his screams. He can be chained to the bed and he can't run away—

Morde ran downstairs to the kitchen and stabbed his hand with a knife. "A--ahh! Sss...." The blade abruptly tore through flesh and hit the bone straight down to the surface.

Morde's veins were throbbing as they struggled to supply blood with the knife causing a lot of it to spill. When Morde pulled it out, he silently screamed as he fell to the floor numb. It still stung, but the slit of the knife made him breathe.

The flesh started to reattach itself to the bone. The blood starts to clot, and then return to being skin. The top layer clotted until it was nothing more than a scar. The scar then went down to nothing, as if nothing even happened. Morde's hands and counter are still bloody, though.

I have to hold myself back... Luca is delicate... And Morde would never forgive himself if he hurt his precious gang leader.

years later,

The gang "Pevun'ya" is now the most mainstream street gang in Stavropol, despite only existing for a few years. Luca Vasili is now known to be a tough, gentle, and lovable leader. He is adored by his members all throughout the city, and some even joined because of crushing on Luca. His androgynous appearance always attracts both genders.

To Morde, Luca remained the best friend he always was. They were inseparable; and together, no gang is bound to mess with Pevun'ya. They were inseparable.

Or so they think. Luca has not been spending time with Morde. They are only together during gang-related activities, but beyond that, Luca is always disappearing.

Prior to that, he had perfect daily attendance in Morde's luxury apartment. But now, he seemed too busy to even walk with Morde.

The German did not notice his ID card being bent by his unfocused fingers. Cursing in his head, he is so bothered thinking about Luca. And he always thinks about Luca, that's why he is always bothered during the times he is thinking.

"Y'all, the boss is absent today, too..."

"Isn't it the Finals?"

"He usually doesn't avoid exams..."

"...Boss is strong, he can take any fight with an iron fist."

Where has he gone to now?! His ears started to eavesdrop on the gang's chatter, but nobody contributed to where the hell Luca is. He's only been missing for 3 hours. But most likely, he'd be playing billiards right now.

Without a word, as usual, Morde grabbed his jacket and slapped the bill onto the counter.

"Yo Morde, where you going—?" He bumped onto the shoulder of a concerned gang member and went on to his search for Luca.

It has been three weeks in a row he disappears like this... Morde searched for him in the streets. But some of his fellow gangsters caught up to him.

"Morde! Yo, don't you remember? It's Pevun'ya's fifth year anniversary! Let's celebrate!"

Morde scowled in disapproval, How could they celebrate if the leader is missing?

"Yeah Morde. You're handsome, so you'll attract pretty girls. Let's drink!" Unable to refuse them because these buckethead couldn't understand Morse's body language, he got dragged to their van to go drinking.

"...ready a room in the hotel California!" The boys sang with their terrible English. There are 6 bottles on the table, and Morde did not drink a drop of them. But, he did pay for everything.

"Morde's so rich, you could be going to a private school! Carvalle would be awesome!" A guy wailed, talking about a very prestigious school, the same company that owned the residency where Morde stayed.

"Idiot, he's not that rich. Carvalle Institute is like... the Buckingham Palace."

"Anyone who can pay for RUB17,500 worth of food can go to Carvalle," one said.

Girls who flocked around their group seemed to be most interested in Morde. He has no piercings, no tattoos, but definitely a handsome gangster.

"You really smell good, Morde..." A girl giggled, running a finger down his arm.

Another one, a brunette, leaned into him. "Aren't you smart too? Why don't you talk?"

"Let us hear your voice, Morde!"

"You can take me home anytime..."

"...I'll give you a good treat," one offered.

Morde pulled out extra money for them to waste on, and they treated him like a God. It was just a distraction for Morde to step out of the restaurant. They were wasted, and Morde doesn't want anything to do with alcohol. His parents made sure he isn't in the influence of anything.

IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT,

The streets were busy. It was lively. There were a lot of beautiful and sexy young women waiting out on the sidewalk. Men seemed to pick them up. There were love hotels all around.

Is this the kind of place they spend their time in? Morde thought. I'm definitely in the Red Light District. They are in Dovatortsev, after all.

To make it worse, he can see Mafia crests vandalized in the posts, alley walls, trash cans, and trees. The Schliemann Mafia. Morde didn't mind. Of course, that Mafia runs this whóre house.

Morde walked around spotting pretty chocolate shaped animals in one of the shops. It is nearing Valentine's day. One chocolate caught his eye, and it's a bunny with long human-like hair wearing a Japanese Kimono. It definitely reminds him of Luca.

Cute, but aggressive in hormones, that is.

Staring at that bunny made Morde visualize Luca. He can even see Luca's reflection in the glass, overlapping the bunny.

But it was not from Morde's imagination. Morde looked behind him, only to see Luca's signature long blonde hair framing that pale familiar face.

Luca is here... Morde stepped forward, but he could not get through the passing crowd.

"Luca!" He yelled out, but he wasn't heard. Among the crowd, a middle-aged man approached Luca and set his hand on his waist. Morde stiffened, unable to move.

Luca was laughing with the man, smirking and seeming to flirt. They started walking towards a building, and Morde pushed through the crowd to follow them.

"Hey big guy, wanna have a great time?" A girl pulled him back, preventing him from pursuing Luca. But his eyes were set on those bleached blonde hair.

A very attractive boy pulled on him, "Maybe he doesn't swing that way. I do oral better, Mister..."

Morde refused them without using words and kept pushing through the crowd. He followed them to a building, but they disappeared.

Morde looked up, seeing it was a love hotel. What the hell is Luca doing inside a love hotel with a man?

one week later

CARVALLE RESIDENCY

A knock came from Morde's door. He opened it, to see a smiling Luca in a fur-lined coat.

"Good evening, Morde! Sorry I was late, I get distracted by those golden lion statues in the hallways," he laughed, removing his coat and his bag. Morde hung them up with a very troubled look on his face.

Luca pulled out something from his bag, proudly pushing it to Morde's face. "Look! Subnautica Below Zero! I got myself a vintage game! There are fishes and stuff..."

Normally, Morde's heart would tingle at the gang leader's adorable excitedness, but he remained his poker face. Both of them set the game up, and as it was loading Morde microwaved two packets of popcorn.

"I'll get the pillows!" Luca announced, hopping to the stairs.

This made Morde change his face completely. Horrified, he chased after Luca and manages to pull him away from the door.

"You... do popcorn!" Morde rushed out, breathless as he blocked the door. "I will get the pillows."

Luca gave him a confused look. "Morde... you're being funny. I always enter your room. Do you have a dead rat or something?"

"Yes," Morde answered almost immediately.

"We've had those in the gang lounge," Luca rolled his eyes and pushed forwards only to be held back by Morde. "You're acting strange and making me more curious. Let me in."

"No, Luca..." Morde used his fingers to gently tuck Luca's long hair behind his ear. "Popcorn, please..."

"You always talk weird, but it's cute..." Luca dismissed as he turned around and made his way to the stairs.

When he was downstairs, Morde opened his bedroom door.

Morde wouldn't let his precious gang leader see this, would he? Luca is... that kind of a person.

Meanwhile, Luca just got eaten by a sharksquid in their game.

"Ahhh! You tentacle monster! Ráping me doesn't mean you have to kill me!" Luca yelled at the squidshark. He threw his controller down because he respawned back in the base which is 6,990 meters away from where Morde is.

Poker faced Morde was having a blast killing creatures and farming on his own. "Luca."

The blonde snapped his head to him. Another rare moment where Morde called my name!

"Yes?" He excitedly answered, only for Morde to take a good, long stare at him and then look back at the TV as if saying, 'Nothing.'

The game announced that Morde successfully completed a task and is now advancing.

"You always do stuff best," Luca mumbled. "I'm jealous. Girls really like you, and you don't even care about them. The teachers love you despite being part of Pevun'ya. You're smart, too... for a gangster."

Morde raised an eyebrow, and Luca could very well read his expression as, 'You're admired too.'

"Well, yeah... by Pevun'ya. They most likely fear me. Everyone loves you," Luca said, both sad and happy at the same time.

When we were kids, everyone loved Luca because he is sweet and friendly. Morde thought. Everyone only loves me because of my face... and family.

"Luca," Morde dropped his controller and leaned intimately close to Luca, surprising the blonde when Morde cupped his face using his rough hands. He said, very gently, "You are the only one I will love."

Luca looked like a confused cabbage because Morde said it in German.

"And," Morde added. "Nobody loves me like you do. And nobody will love you like I do."

"Ahh... I'm Russian, Morde?" Luca nervously laughed because he cannot understand his words at all. Luca can barely even understand English. "But it's okay. It's nice hearing you say anything at all."

Luca playfully nuzzles against Morde's hands, and it sparked a speedy heartbeat inside him. Morde can see how Pevun'ya members adore him despite being all heterosexuals. Luca looks so androgynous, and is very kind. Stupid, but kind. His touch makes anyone feel warm.

Someone so beautiful is bound to have somebody willing enough to pay for him.

Morde felt himself leaning in and clashing their lips together in an amateur peck. Luca widened his eyes and his face blushed right then and there. Grabbing Morde by the way, he pulled them away.

"M-M-Morde?! What the... what the hell?!" Luca was caught off guard, and even more surprised when Morde pushed him back and hovered over him.

Luca lay there looking at his best friend. Or it seems as if Luca doesn't even know him, because it's the first time Morde looked like this. Irritated beyond belief... pent up... jealous... mean.

"Morde..."

"I heal, right?" Morde muttered, flicking Luca's blonde hair away from his forehead. "I always heal... but Luca, you don't..."

"I... don't really get it, Morde? What are you..." Luca was cut off when the raven hugged him tightly. They were silent for a moment, only the ethereal music from the game providing ambiance.

Luca was even more confused. Has his best friend ever acted like this? Morde wasn't known to be touchy-feely with anyone. It's most likely Luca who engages in skin contact. But this made the blonde's heart beat. Yet he still failed to see Morse's intentions, nor does he notice his feelings.

Whatever Morde thinks of me... Luca hugged Morde back, I don't deserve this kind of friend.

days later,

RED LIGHT DISTRICT

"I'm so lucky to find you again," a middle-aged man who was quite stout laid his hands on Luca's back. "You look beautiful, my dear..."

"I was waiting for you, Sir..." Luca greeted as the man kissed the back of his hand. This man gives generous tips... "I'm so ready to have fun with you... so the usual?"

"Of course." The man leads him to the usual hotel in the Red Light District while groping his butt discretely.

If I can finish with him in two hours, I can get two more customers... Luca looked around to make sure none of Pevun'ya are present. I should've worn a hoodie. My gang members frequent this place...

But a breath of relief overcame him, since nobody has seen him doing this for over a year now. They'd think I'm disgusting... they'd think I'm dirty.

It's true, anyways.

"I always love being with you," the man babbled on, flattering Luca. "You are so beautiful and amazing..."

"I'm always here to give you a good time," Luca giggled, reciting one of his scripted lines that are sure to make anyone get more attracted to him.

Before they can step out of the sidewalk and into the hotel, Luca was startled when his wrist was tightly pinned away, almost making him fall. "What the—"

He only saw a stone-faced Morde, yet the difference in this face is the clear fire in those blue, empty eyes.

"Morde..."

Morde started to pull Luca away from the man and the hotel, but Luca tugged back. "No, Morde! Let go!"

"Uhh..." Luca's patron looked confused.

But when Morde faced him, the man was visibly intimidated. "He is not yours," he said, before pulling Luca away into a crowd of people.

"Morde, what is wrong with you?! How did you even..." Luca's eyes stung. Of all people that see me selling myself... "You... are you disgusted?"

Morde didn't stop tugging him. So Luca pulled his hand away so hard that when Morde released him, he fell down on the sidewalk. The passersby gasped, but went on with their business. Luca rushed to stand to his feet.

"I'm sorry... y-you had to see that." Luca couldn't meet Morse's eyes. "Please... don't tell the others."

"Why."

"Because if they knew—" when Luca looked at Morde, he saw what he actually met. "I had to do that because... I need... I need the mo—"

Morde didn't let him finish as he harshly pulled him by the arm and took him to a hotel, Dolina Gvozdik. One of the most high-end hotels in the area.

Luca didn't know what just happened, since when they entered, Morde didn't even check in. The girl at the front desk just bowed as well as the guards. They were bowing to Morde.

Luca was lost in his thoughts; what was Morde doing here, what's going to happen to their relationship now, why did those employees let a college student drag a prostitute to one of their rooms?

The next thing Luca knew, he was pushed into a room that looks fancy enough for Luca to be overwhelmed by. But he doesn't have time to admire the large TV, or the expensive visual arts deco, or the silk pillows and duvet.

Luca wanted to cry, because he's been caught by the most important person to him. He is a prostitute, and his best friend just found out. Morde stood barely a foot away from him, calm but definitely not happy.

"I... I'm not acting so cool, now, am I?" Luca forced a smile, tucking a hair behind his ear. He tried to act so light and nonchalant, but he can't help it. Morde is his best friend, and now he knows that Luca is a whóre.

"Morde... I know you'll hate me for being a homo... just please don't tell Pevun'ya---" once again cut off, this time by the thick stack of money that Morde pushed to his chest. The stack landed on Luca's palm, rendering the boy speechless.

5... 5... All of the notes were 5000RUB. It was thick. It cannot be counted by fingers alone.

"I..." Morde uttered, "I want to buy Luca."

Luca was definitely surprised. He's okay with men? More shockingly, he's okay with me? He blinked so fast in disbelief. How did More get this much money?!

Luca pushed the money back to Morde. "I'm not gonna accept that!"

"Luca..."

"Don't make fun of me!" Luca cried, tears staining his under eyes pink. "Yes, I do this! I've been doing this for so long! I'm dirty, am I Morde? I've done it with a lot of people. I'm nasty, every inch of me! And you intend to buy me? You're my friend, Morde, why do you take advantage of—of..."

Luca shook his head, wiping his tears and snot away with his jacket sleeve. "Keep the money."

Snapping out of his dramatic rant, he removed his jacket and shed his shirt, revealing that flawless, unmarked cool-toned body with pink undertones. It made Morde hitch his breath.

Luca knelt before him, unbuckling his belt while his determined eyes remained on Morde. His expert and seductive tongue pressed onto the clothed bulge that presented itself. Upon looking at Morde, he still has that cold look in his handsome features. Somehow, it's turning Luca on.

When he released Morde's còck from the strains of underwear, Luca almost choked on his own spit. It was huge, and it isn't even fully erect. Luca swallowed his nerves and licked the soft tip.

"Lu... ca... "

Luca devoured the meat to the roof of his mouth and used his tongue to massage the underside of the head. After pressing on the base of it, it effectively made it bigger and harder. It's definitely intimidating even to an experienced prostitute.

Morde grabbed the blonde's head in response to that sensation. Luca went to work, willingly taking as much of Morde as he can. He licked from base to tip so he can rub the parts where his throat can't accommodate.

"A-agck..." Luca accidentally choked when Morde pulled on him too hard. He actually likes this? I'm a man, though? Luca kept staring at Morde as he sucked on his shaft, finding it so hot that he looks so turned on.

Luca repeated his expertise, quite enjoying the taste of his friend's meat. As shameless as he is, he is so turned at the thought of this moving inside of him. Shameless...

Morde was turning red while still looking calm, all while Luca is gagging on his díck. The sight was so overwhelming, witnessing the Pevun'ya leader's bossy, delinquent mouth sucking so willingly.

As Morde started to slam Luca's head against him, he decided to pull the blonde away. Luca coughed with drool connecting his mouth and Morde's shaft.

"Oh god..." Luca gasped, "Aren't you coming? Oh wait... do you... wanna come inside?"

Reaching inside the pockets of his studded jacket, Luca pulled out a condom and ripped the wrapper with his teeth. Without breaking eye contact, he covers his lips with it and puts it on Morde using his mouth.

"Luca..."

Too embarrassed to reply, Luca bent over the bed and exposed his smooth but tattooed butt. Morde was aroused, seeing an intricate tattoo of a bird with its wings out on the bottom of his back.

"It's a mark of a whóre, Morde..." Luca ran his pale hands over it. "Aren't you disgusted?"

"Luca is beautiful," he whispered.

Morde stepped towards the end of the bed and traced the tattoo. It must be why Luca kept wearing shirts even in pools. This basically means a lot of men have used Luca before, but for some reason, it didn't taint this beauty of a body.

The blonde was touched, and he could almost cry again. Does this mean Morde doesn't hate me? He felt Morde's fingers against him, and indeed the tanned digits had caressed the soft, plumpy flesh in awe.

"I already prepared myself..." Luca says, blushing. "But please go in slow..."

When Morde separated his cheeks, there was something glistening in that tightened-up hole. He pushed his thumb in gently, but it still caused Luca discomfort. "Ngh..."

Upon feeling the wetness inside, Morde removed his thumb and replaced it with two fingers. Not only was he pushing in two fingers, but he was also curling them to instant pleasure for Luca.

"Stop... M-Morde, not there—ahh..." Luca moaned out when he twisted them, separated them, basically inspecting all that they could reach. Luca very much enjoyed the tingle in his abdomen every second. Every jab of his prostate causes little wings flapping in his bladder.

"Morde, please..." Luca looked back once he can't stand the teasing anymore. His hole was soft now, wet, and anticipating. "It's okay... you can... you can..."

Still out of breath from holding it in, Luca held it once more when he felt Morde enter from behind. It was only the tip, but Luca finds himself yelling out his pleasure and discomfort.

Morde is indeed the longest and thickest he encountered. His customers were all average salarymen and sometimes curious teenagers. Luca never knew that his inexperienced virgin friend is hiding something worth paying for.

"Ah! So good..." Luca accidentally exclaimed in English between grunts. Morde is now half inside of him, throbbing for more.

When he pushed more in, Luca had to bite the sheets to let himself relax and adjust. I feel like a virgin. "It's okay now, Morde... you can move now..."

And he did, with slow thrusts leading to the simulation of Luca's prostate. Morde didn't thrust to the point where their skins clashes, but it was enough for Luca to groan out in response.

Moments of slow fúcking, Morde was getting impatient. This is Luca he is fúcking; someone that he believes already belongs to him. And he is still angry that Luca let himself get touched by others.

"Luca..." Morde whispered, weaving his fingers in that long blonde hair and pulling on it. From the back, Luca really did look female. "Luca, did they do this to you?"

"Ngh... d-do wha... what?"

Morde pulled Luca in and went deeper, before picking up speed.

"Oh my, slow down! M-Morde, slow... da-down! Ungh!" Every insertion was a direct attack on Luca's prostate and every time Morde hits it, something sweet and mindless comes out of Luca's voice. "Mor... de... Morde...! A—ah..."

The hand that was pulling Luca's hair is now cupping his jaw and pushing his head to the sides. Morde leaned in and savored Luca's intoxicating smell, strong male Cologne mixed with lime. As Luca lost himself I'm the sensation down under, Morde worshipped his neck and shoulder with kisses.

This position pulls both of them closer together and puts Morde's díck deeper inside Luca. "Hahh... oh my go—ohhh..."

Luca's hips started to move on his own as he accepted Morde's kisses. Luca tries to avoid facing the way Morde is kissing because he might not like to kiss someone who has súcked a lot of men before.

"Luca," Morde called for him, trying to get the blonde to face him. Luca was too embarrassed, since he is enjoying this intercourse too much.

As Morse's hand kept pushing Luca's face towards him, Luca protested, "No! Morde, don't!"

"Why?" That tone dropped down in irritation.

"I'm disgusting! And it's against my policy to kiss..."

Morde sighed, his hips thrusting at a more gentle pace. "I'll pay more."

"What—“ Luca faced him in disbelief, and Morde took advantage of this and claimed his lips. Luca was shocked, and goosebumps appeared on his skin. At the same time, he was so happy.

Morde's lips were so soft while Luca's was probably chapped because of breathing too heavily. But no, it was soft, plump, and addicting. It was aphrodisiac.

Unable to get enough, Morde pulled away to flip Luca, now having a full view of the beauty that is Luca Vasili, Pevun'ya's beloved leader. His body looked fragile, feminine, but almost too skinny. Nonetheless, Morde thinks he is the most beautiful man in his eyes.

As he continued thrusting, Morde kissed Luca once more before standing up and removing his shirt, now completely visible to Luca for the first time ever.

Morde was indeed a tanned, beautiful mixed prince. But aside from being awed, Luca was simply shocked. He gasped at the sight of Morde's left pec and left elbow.

It was a marvelous tattoo, brilliantly colored and designed to perfection. His shoulder has a lion roaring among the thorns leading towards the torso. His left pec had a crest, the most dangerous crest to ever exist in Europe. Two guns, an arrow, a lion, and a very feared letter of the alphabet.

"Schliemann?!" Luca never had felt such fear in his life, face to face with someone from the Mafia. The worst part is, this is Morde. His best friend from childhood.

"What is the meaning of this---?!" Morde held down his panicking hands and pinned them above his head. Luca subconsciously groaned at the pressure of Morde's còck penetrating him deeply because of his sudden movement. "Ungh, Morde... get off..."

"Why."

"You know damn well why! Why do you have a mafia's tattoo on you?! Schliemann, of all mafias--anghh! S-stop! Stop, right now!"

"You hate Schliemann?" Morde did stop, but he remained inside of Luca. He can feel his walls clenching around his cóck. "You hate me?"

"Morde..." Luca never had been more terrified. "Morde, why didn't I know?"

The Schliemann Mafia is one of the most powerful mafias in the whole world. It is one of the Unholy Trinity, the three most dangerous Mafias. Along its reign is the Shinji from Japan, the Levough from Italy, and the Schliemann from Germany. The Unholy Trinity of the most influential and powerful.

The Schliemann's business not only includes Organ trafficking, human trafficking, drug trade, and suppliers of the black market; It wasn't those that made Luca terrified of them. It's Morde being a part of them. They were together since kids, how come Luca never knew?

"Morde, why didn't I know?" Luca cried, genuinely feeling betrayed. He felt a pang in his heart.

Morde merely kissed him on his forehead while Luca flinched at the close contact.

"Do you hate me?" He asks as if Luca is currently not squirming from fear and pleasure. He started moving again, rolling his hips much to Luca's discomfort.

"Ngh...! N-no... Morde, stop!" Luca managed to have one hand released and threw a punch, only for Morde to effortlessly catch his fist. It was trembling because of the pressure Luca forced on his wrist, desperate to overpower Morde.

I am the Leader of Pevun'ya, I'm the strongest gangster! I will not allow Morde to... Luca grit his teeth, pushing his fist against Morde's open palm. But despite the aggressive fire of Luca's attack, Morde managed to pull the fist towards his lips and kiss the clenched knuckles.

"Wha...what the f-fúck is wrong with you—hngh..." Luca's eyes can't help but clamp shut because of how pleasurable Morde is rolling his hips passionately.

He is definitely feeling good, despite the clear rejection.

"Morde... M-Morde..." Luca's fist fell limp as his legs clenched around Morde. "Aa... ahh, right... right there..."

When he started thrusting faster, Luca's voice was a continuous moan as his abdomen felt twisted in pleasure. "Morde, faster!"

"You don't hate me anymore?" Morde asked as he sped up, losing track of his breath.

"Sh-shut up! You're still... Schliemann... hahhh," Luca moaned out, now biting the back of his hands to shush himself up. When his eyes met Morde, he saw nothing but an insatiable beast instead of a kind and gentle friend.

"F-fúck, no... ungh, please..." Luca cried, yet not entirely against the intercourse. Morse's shaft is hitting all the right places and even in places where it's not needed, but most definitely felt right.

"I'm gonna cúm...!" Luca exclaimed, holding his breath as Morde felt the same way. When Luca felt something warm liquid invading his insides, he can't help but release his breath and burst his load.

Luca cursed in his mind. Did I just let my treacherous, member-of-a-Mafia friend fúck me? Luca cursed himself once more, because even he admits that he actually loved it. He currently hates Morde, though.

Both were breathless with Luca panting under his best friend while said best friend refuses to even budge, fearing that if he releases Luca, he will be gone forever.

The thought could melt his heart, and not in a good way.

"Please don't hate me, Luca..." He whispered, almost whimpering. Morde still looked intimidating, he didn't pathetically whimper. He said it as a command more than a request or plea.

But in Luca's ears, those were the words of his best friend, and he could never stay mad at him.

"Will you get off of me?"

Morde didn't answer.

"Will you tell me how you got into Schliemann?"

Not an answer met him.

Luca sighed, hopeless. He already forgave Morde. He has a soft heart for him, after all. And if Morde stays silent, then that silence will keep his secrets until he damn well wants to reveal it. Will he even tell me why he's so willing to pay me for sèx?

But Luca needs the money. He knows it. It's an unavoidable topic.

So instead, Luca cautiously wraps his arms around Morde, fingers still slightly trembling.

"Will you... keep buying me, then?"

the next morning

Luca woke up in the luxurious hotel bed when his feet pumped into something hard and sturdy. He sat up, seeing Morde all dressed sitting at the ends of the bed. The thing Luca's feet hit was a black briefcase.

"Morde..." What's that?

The raven pushed the case towards Luca without a word, his eyes empty. When Luca opened it with Morde's approval, he immediately gasped in shock.

In the briefcase were all 5.000RUB Bills. It was stacked in there, arranged in 4x2 bundles with a bundle consisting of 500,000. It's more than a layer of those bundles in there.

"Luca..." Morde took the shocked boy's hand. "I am gonna buy you forever. No more selling yourself."

The contents of this briefcase are worth more than what Luca earns every day in 5 years. This made Luca almost tear up and go red. He held his hands out to see if he could touch it. Will he wake up? Is this a dream? Are those real? Is Morde joking? But he knew Morde is incapable of humor.

"Morde I..." Luca inhaled, "I can't. I can't. You're one of the Schliemann... and I can't... I can be owned by one of them... I..."

Morde looked so disheartened and offended that it even affected Luca.

"But wait!" Luca took out 20.000RUB. "I'll take this. I can't be owned but... you can buy me again..."

Luca kind of looked adorable with multiple strands of blonde hair curtained around his flustered face. Morde sighed and looked away, not approving of the rejection. Does he like selling himself that much?

"Fine."

Luca looked up. "And you won't tell Puvan'ya?"

Morde shook his head 'no.'

the day after,

"Yo, Boss kind of looks out of it..." One of the Pevun'ya gangsters whispered.

"Has he been that fidgety earlier?"

"Ya think he's planning a raid?"

The other one stared at their leader, Luca Vasili, wearing a studded black leather jacket and kept his long hair up in a messy bun. He was drinking canned beer from a straw. They kept whispering, "Maybe he's planning a fight with the other gang."

"I'd be so excited. Boss is so cool."

Just then, Luca sighed and asked them where Morde was. They couldn't give an answer.

"Petrovna," Luca called out to a member. His official right-hand man, actually, aside from Morde who's a personal mate.

"Yes, Boss?"

"What do you know of Schliemann?"

Everyone fell silent. They were shocked at the sudden question. Their leader had always stayed away from the topic of Schliemann, only fighting with them whenever their loan sharks mess with Pevun'ya members. Luca didn't actually care about that Mafia. Why now? So they waited in anticipation. Petrovna was the informant of the group, and Luca's right-hand man aside from Morde.

"The Schliemann Mafia was established in 1889. It gained popularity when they supplied weapons and supported Adolf Hitler and the Nazis during World War 2. They were considered as a military group above the German Government, but eventually lost legality after the War. A lot was arrested for the support of Hitler, but the original Schliemann clan survived through monetized protection. Instead of being the Monarchs of Germany, they were reduced to an illegal mob. The Mafia was rebuilt and reborn in the 1990s, and their illegal actions were shadowed by corrupt politicians that invest in them. Schliemann is now one of the Unholy Trinities, the three most powerful Mafias in the world which includes Japan's Shinji and Italy's Levough."

Luca sighed, unable to believe that his best friend is part of the biggest Mafias in the world. Of all people, it had to be the silent, innocent Morde. Fúck, I don't even know his real name. How the hell can I trust him?

Luca loves him too much. That's his best friend, someone he grew up with. Morde wouldn't hurt him. But hell, out of all Mafias to betray Luca for, it had to be one of the most powerful?!

"I am gonna buy you forever," Luca heard Morde's voice in his own head. It made Luca sigh deeply, and definitely made the Pevun'ya gang scared and worried about the health and well-being of their leader.

"Boss," somebody came in to announce a situation. "Reptiles got their hands on one of ours in the Arvo."

Luca shook his worries away and stood up, grabbing a metal baseball bat. His power as leader radiated through the room and in English he announced, "Let's go teach children a lesson."

"I'm not gay, but I'm so in love right now," whispered a gangster, making his friend elbow him.

days later,

"Morde!" Luca was startled yet again. Before he can seduce another customer, Morde ran up to him and slipped a total of 20.000RUB in his hand.

This is the third time in a row Morde has claimed Luca as his; and although the séx seemed like it was Luca being serviced, still it brought a horrible feeling to dwell inside of him.

Morde looked extra formal today, his hair is gelled back and he's wearing a formal velvet blazer, with a simple sweater underneath. His aura screamed masculinity; something Luca couldn't keep up without his signature gangster look.

"Morde, slow down! Jeez, I'm wearing two-inch heeled boots!"

"You say I can buy Luca again," Morde says in his still broken Russian as he keeps dragging Luca away from the Red Light District. "You are mine for this night."

Damn you and your money, Luca curses yet again.

later on,

AT A HOTEL

"A... ahhh! Oh my go—ohhh!" Luca's eyes teared up in pleasure as Morde thrusts from behind, pulling on Luca's arm.

This was the (countless) night, the (countless) time, and Luca never had any other customers. Morde made sure to take him before any other person could approach Luca. The blonde couldn't protest, because it was him who said Morde could buy him anytime. It has been a week without fail.

Every night, Morde offers the same thing. Along with money, he offers jewelry, sweets, even an apartment from Carvalle residences, but Luca refused all of it. Being bought hourly was enough for him, even if it's every night, even if it's just Morde every single time.

Because by God, every time feels so good...

Morde pulled Luca against him, jerking him off while worshipping his neck with kisses. Luca can't help but meet Morde's thrusts as he felt himself soon to climax.

He hears Morde whispering his name like a prayer, along with a few grunts. Eventually, his thrusting started to get sloppy.

"Are you... are you cúmming?" Luca grunted, and Morde replied by wrapping his fingers gently around Luca's throat. It didn't have pressure, but it did indicate that Morde was running out of control.

"Morde... M-Morde...!" With a batch of rapid thrusts, Luca spurts out his cúm a couple of seconds before Morde did. He can feel the condom inside of him get filled with the gooey substance.

When Morde pulled out, he kept sensually rubbing Luca's member while his hand is stained and dripping with cúm. Morde gently kissed Luca's back, causing positive goosebumps to crawl on Luca's skin.

He truly felt like Morde adored him, but he is uncertain if he can return the feelings.

Luca wiped himself off with a towel as Morde threw the used condom away along with the other discarded ones from earlier.

"Luca..."

"Morde, we've had this conversation before..." Luca cut in. "I'm okay with just being paid every night."

Even though he basically owns me all the time with these nightly encounters... Still, Luca refused to be committed to someone from the Mafia.

"Why? Why don't you like me... ? Because of Schliemann?" Morde asked, facing the blonde.

Luca's eyes widened, as they never had this conversation before. "B-because..."

"Luca hates me?"

"No..." Sucking in his uncertainty, Luca hugged Morde from behind. "It's just... I've had Schliemann men touch me before... sometimes multiple would... would t-touch me... It doesn't end well... I'm... I'm afraid..."

"..." Morde quietly said something that Luca didn't hear.

"What?"

"Tell me a name..." Morde growled, scaring Luca enough to pull away.

"I... I don't think—“

"Luca. Who are they?"

Is he going to... "Are you going to hurt them?"

Morde didn't answer, only questioned more. "Do you want me to?"

"No!" I don't want Morde to hurt anyone. I can beat Schliemann men if I want, but if Morde does that then he'll get in trouble... Schliemann will hurt him.

"Then tell me who." Morde sounded so calm yet angry at the same time with his breath heavy. "I will not hurt them."

"Uhm... Kiva... Kursej... Chikova..." Morde suddenly grabbed Luca's arm and pinned him to the bed. "Morde?!"

"What did they do to you? Why do you hate Schliemann?"

"Morde, I don't want to talk about this."

Scowling, the raven-haired man laid on the bed and wrapped his limbs around Luca like a needy child. "Luca please..."

"Morde..."

"Touch my hair..." Luca was surprised at the request. What's that got to do with anything?

Back when they were kids, Luca used to be so jealous of Morde's silky black hair that he could always play with them from bedtime to the bathtub. Luca's hands were slender and it's very satisfactory to have them run down Morde's scalp.

So Luca did, running his fingers gently down Morde's hair. There were tangles at the end, but nothing a few pulls wouldn't solve. Both of them relaxed at this quiet moment. This was a precious moment for the best of friends.

Both of them had secrets. Luca was a prostitute, Morde was part of a Mafia. But maybe revealing one more secret to a best friend wouldn't hurt.

"I was 11..." Luca said, "When my parents divorced. You knew that, didn't you? You were there."

Morde didn't respond, but Luca knew he was listening.

"I went with my Mom... we were so poor. That's why I focused on studying so I have excuses, not to each lunch at school. My Mom had a rich boyfriend. He supported us... because he loved Mom?" Luca chuckled sadly. "I guess not. He was Mom's sugar daddy. He only gives Mom money if she has séx with him."

Luca's breath hitched, and Morde can hear the increase of heartbeat.

"One day, my Mom became sick. She had a terrible fever, so he wouldn't have séx with her for a few days. That's when... that's when... he... h-he..."

Morde squeezed Luca's wrist for comfort.

"...after uhm... well, that..." It was so embarrassing for Luca to talk about this, and also painful. "He started se... selling me out to... men and women..."

That man used to compliment and insult Luca at the same time, and his voice came back to Luca's memories.

"You are beautiful. Your body is perfect. You will grow up to be a beautiful young man. But this is all you're ever gonna be. This is all you're good for. You'll grow up to be just like your mother. Beautiful, dirty, used... poor, beautiful people like you are nothing but toys for them."

Luca's skin crawled in disgust. From such a young age, he had been stained. Even before puberty, he had to experience the harshness of getting money. At least, he was protected, maintained, groomed, and healthy. The Schliemann has a lot of money to take care of their slaves.

"The Schliemann... is the reason I'm even in this mess." Luca's fingers trembled as they touched Morse's scalp. "I never wanted this... even though I have a steady source of income that's above the average working person... it's still dirty money. But it's still money. It's the quickest way to keep myself alive. Besides, I have nowhere else to go but Pevun'ya."

Never has Morde been so angry in his life. Luca doesn't even notice it.

a week later,

Luca still sleeps with Morde. He never gets any other patron, and maybe he won't, because instead of the usual 20.000, Morde pays him for 50.000 and occasionally 100.000.

Where does he get all the money? Luca would ask himself but never bothered to voice this out.

Luca sighed, getting out of the shower. Morde is one of the Mafia. Of course, he has money.

He received a text from Petrovna.

PETRO.

Boss, Morde excused himself for being sick today.

Received, 8:46 am

Luca gasped, Sick? Wait... He can't be sick, his body is anything but weak. Something must have happened!

He quickly got dressed up and hopped out of his apartment. He hailed a cab to take him to Carvalle Residencies.

Despite only wearing a black fitted shirt, ripped jeans, and a jacket around his waist, the rich people in the lobby did not care. The staff noticed him, raised a surprised eyebrow, but did not interfere at all.

As Luca headed on to the elevator, a receptionist dialed a number. In German, she said, "Young Master, I understand you have a business to attend to, but Luca Vasili is going up to give you a visit."

just then,

"Morde?" Luca knocked on the door. "Morde, are you home? Are you okay? I brought soup and veggies—"

The door was open when Luca twisted the doorknob.

"You need to lock your door, someone might break in!" Nobody answered, but Luca figured if the door isn't locked, then he must be home. "Okay, I'm breaking in!"

If I was a burglar, I'd come here to steal that gold statue in his living room...

"Morde?" Luca went up the stairs, seeing the bedroom door slightly open. This whole house smells so pleasant...

"Morde, I didn't come here for a free air conditioner, I swear... I'm worried about you—"

Luca opened the door but didn't find any traces of Morde there. What he found was more terrifying, as the bedroom made Luca drop the items he bought and cover his mouth in shock.

There in the bed sat thousand of stolen photos of Luca from the Red Light District, paired with different partners from young girls to the oldest men. There was also a receipt of every check-in with Luca. Since he used the same hotel, it was four feet long. Two of Morde's laptops were filled with CCTV footage of Luca entering and exiting the hotel, and it's still playing. There was hallways footage of Luca getting touched by strangers prior to entering the hotel room.

He's obsessed.

But that wasn't the end of it. There is a dead body of a man who looks like he's been shot in the bathroom doorway. He was wearing a suit, and most likely part of the Mafia. There is a hole in his head.

Luca wanted to barf. He had never killed anyone. He had never wanted to see anyone dead. Luca felt so dizzy, stumbling out of the room.

Morde... why the fúck...

Luca ran to the stairs, tripping on the last steps but getting back on his feet. The room doesn't seem so pleasant anymore. It was horrifying now. The air was eerie, the mood is light but intense. Luca wants to get out of there.

But he couldn't, since he couldn't turn the doorknob at all. "What the..."

"I told you not to go to my bedroom."

Complete Russian grammar, with a voice so calm but so angry. Luca froze for a second, before turning around. There stood Morde, casually handsome with a tight-fitted white shirt and a black blazer. He would be boyfriend material right now if he didn't have a gun in his hands.

"Morde... what was that. Who was that?!" Luca screamed, "Who ARE you?!"

The man stepped forwards and held his hand out to caress Luca's cheeks, "I am Morde..."

Luca only slapped that hand away.

"I don't know who you are! I don't even know if you're my friend! My best friend wouldn't do...THIS!" Luca cried, voice tough and strong but tears are uncontrollably falling because of uncertainty, confusion, and fear.

Not even the toughest gangster could look at something like that and go through it. Luca is a kind person, only driven by poverty and the determination to go through life. He didn't want to go through any of that. He didn't want to see Morde like this.

Luca sniffed, looking away. "I'm done. I'm not doing this with you anymore. Either you leave Pevun'ya or I do. I just can't live like this... you're my only friend, you're the only one I have but I don't even know you."

Morde stared at him with an unreadable expression. There wasn't heartbreak in his features, nor were there betrayal. There were just coldness and emptiness.

"I loved you, you know..." Luca choked out, making Morde at least change slight emotions.

"You make me feel like I'm a king, that I'm so cool and tough, you appreciate me more than anyone else.... but damn it Morde, you make me feel so afraid and uncertain, it's driving me nuts! I want to understand you because you have done so much for me but—damn it!" Luca cried, "I can't! I can't do this anymore! No more, I'm done! Open the fúcking door!"

With steady breaths and no words, Morde took Luca's hands and placed the gun in them. Looking up with a cold look, he pressed the gun towards his own chest while Luca held it. He looked like a puppy that accepted betrayal.

"Morde... what...?" Luca looked at him in disbelief. "Wh-wha... you want me to shoot you?! You know very well you won't die!"

"Break me," Morde said with the softest and tamest voice ever, void of cracks unlike Luca's.

Luca backed away but Morde pressed his hand against the gun. "I... I... no! Whatever you did to that dead man upstairs, I'm not like you! I don't do that to people!"

"Luca, break me..." Morde repeated. "Or I will."

"Y-you'll break yourself?"

"No," that word was merely a breath, not even a voice accompanied it. When Morde looked up with his blue eyes, Luca felt a genuine shiver up his spine. "Break me or I will break you."

"Morde, what the fú—"

Luca was pulled in for a kiss. Not the romantic kind; but the cold, possessive, cruel kiss that sucks out the freedom out of him. It was filled with sadness and desperation. For Morde, it was a kiss for an apology.

The gun was turned on Luca and it shot him in the knees. His eyes widened, but the kiss silenced his screams. While Luca's eyes were wide open with pain, Morde's eyes were clamped shut, tears coating his eyelashes and threatening to spill out.

Someone knocked on the door, just as Luca fainted from shock and blood loss. Morde hoisted him up carefully before opening the door to an expected guest.

"Did I interrupt something?" The English-speaking guest asked, staring at an unconscious and bloody Luca.

"Come in, sis."

hour later,

"You know, my Russian is rusty but thank god, some pronunciations are the same as German," the young woman ranted as she loaded the chopped limbs of a dead man into the garbage bag, while wearing stylish purple rubber gloves.

"You're terrible in both, Vivian."

As if proving it, the woman spoke in Russian. "Speak for yourself, at least I taken Russia lessons. You could, no talk for many year."

She sighed in exhaustion, staring at her emotionless brother taking very good care of the boy he shot earlier. He had already taken out the bullet and bandaged the wound he caused.

Vivian, Morde's half-sister, saw how he leaned in and kissed the injury muttering, "...healing charm..."

This was the first time she'd seen her brother like this. She was there when he was born, and not one time has he shown compassion like this in forever.

"You know..." Vivian shook her head, going back to her usual carefree mood. As expected of the Mafia Princess. "All you need is some bleach and a million toothbrushes to clean this wall, we can just get rid of the carpet—are you listening? You're the one who called me to clean this mess for you!"

"Have you seen how our parents look at each other?" Morde whispered, ignoring his sister's rants. It was a soft whisper, but Vivian heard every syllable of it. "Have you seen how Papa looks at Dad?"

Vivian sighed, thinking about their experience having gay parents. How is Morde comparing them to what he has now? Vivian couldn't understand.

"JJ," Vivian called out, removing her gloves and placing a hand on Morde's shoulders. "I know you've always wanted a love story like our parents. But they didn't even have a love story. And this?"

She gestured to Luca. "This isn't the love story our parents had. Our parents committed suicide; while you tried to kill him."

"I'm not killing him."

Vivian turned away. "I didn't mean literally. But technically, you did."

She sighed, proceeding to dispose of the dead body as was requested of her. "You're turning 21, J. You're coming home soon. If you want to take him with you to Germany, might as well kill him, or else other Mafias will. Being Schliemann's Boss is not easy."

days later

Luca woke up at the sound of a tray landing gently on the bedside table. The air smells amazing, the sheets are the softest, the pillows are the fluffiest. Luca could sleep here forever.

But upon moving his hands, he heard a clang. Something was weighing him down to the sheets. He opened his eyes, recognizing this to be Morde's bedroom. He sat up, confirming that there is something weighing his limbs down.

All four of his limbs are secured by chains, lined with velvet so it won't irritate Luca's skin. It was attached to the bedposts, but Luca can still move around and by the lengths of it, he can even get out of bed. His heart pumped so hard that he almost had a panic attack, if not for Morde's presence that made him pause his breath.

"Good morning," Morde said in English before sitting on the edge of the bed beside a speechless Luca. "I called the school, so don't worry."

What? Morde looks so happy, though Luca can tell that he really wasn't.

"I called and told them you weren't ever coming to school, Luca. Puvan'ya, too."

"What?!" Luca exclaimed, angrily hitting the man in front of him. "Morde what the fú—“

With a genuine smile that literally made the world stop, Morde gladly restrained Luca's wrists as if he was just playfully hitting him. "See, I got you to talk. Please talk more."

"Were you serious?" For some reason, Luca was even more terrified of the first time Morde smiled.

"Serious with what?"

"Don't fúck with me!" Luca threw a punch, only for Morde to catch it and use it to pin Luca down.

"You have nothing to worry about. You can live here with me, I'll give you anything you need and more than what you want... never sell yourself again. I will protect you until I die... and I will never die..."

It would have been a romantic confession I not for the fact that, "You shot me."

"I don't want Luca to run." Morde pulled away, thankfully not trying anything. Luca felt a deep pit in his stomach hearing those chains clanking. Despite Morde being warm and friendly, Luca feels all kinds of negative emotions inside. Is this really my friend? Is this the person I spent my whole life with?

"Open please," Luca jumped when Morde presented a spoon with what seemed to be giant marshmallows in thick and creamy chocolate milk.

Luca looked at the spoon and the bowl it came from, finding nougats and almonds floating with a strawberry on top. It looked sweet and delicious.

"Morde, we need to talk."

"Luca, you need to eat. You have been asleep for six days," Morde says, pushing the spoon towards his lips.

"Six days?!" Luca slapped it away, the spoon landing on the floor as the chocolate dripped on the sheets. Morde lost his light smile, now staring at Luca like a disciplined child.

"But I took care of Luca."

"Took care?!" He looked at what he was wearing and indeed, they were clean and comfortable pajamas. "M-Morde, you... you shot me and—and you chained me up, you took me away from my gang and you pulled me out of school, and—and... fúck it, Morde I'm stuck here with a stranger that I don't even know—feeding me is not a redeemable thing for what you did!"

Luca felt like crying, but he's so sick of it. He's sick of looking like the weak person he always had been inside. "You stalked me Morde, you used my job against me.... do I really need to list down all the terrible stuff you did so you can understand why I don't want to be with you?! You don't even talk, and when you do, it's always nonsense!"

Luca threw the covers away and pushed himself out of bed only to fall to the floor when the chains held him back. "Ahh!" He yelled out in pain when he felt the wound of his knees open up. There, in the comfort of the edge of the mattress covering his face, he sobbed uncontrollably.

"Luca..."

"I realized, you know... I'm not stupid!" He yelled out. "You're a Strauss... You told me years ago that you are 'Strauss'. Then I found out that the Strauss family runs the whole Schliemann Mafia!"

"Luca," Morde went over to him, desperate to comfort the love of his life; an unrequited love.

"Please Morde," Luca looked at him with eyes so desperate and distraught, it broke Morde's heart. "Please, I don't want to be anywhere near Schliemann. No more, please... I don't want to be with a Boss of the Mafia that ruined my life..."

Morde knew what he had done and what he is doing is terrible. Luca only saw one dead body out of hundreds. But Morde did not feel terrible at all. He loves Luca with all his heart, and no matter how much Luca stabs it, it will always heal.

"..." Morde mumbled something that Luca didn't hear.

Sniffing, Luca whispered, "What...?"

"Jack..." Morde says, louder. "Jack... Jayden... St-Strauss... my name.... is Jack Jayden Strauss."

Luca couldn't find any words as Morde stepped closer to him until he is directly sitting in front of him. "I am... I am still Morde, right? I will always be Morde. That day... when you gave me the name... it was the happiest day of my life. I get to start again. I get to live a new life with you..."

Luca opened his mouth to say something, but Morde wanted to answer all of his questions now, to maybe bring back the trust that was kept from him.

"I am not the son of Schliemann's Boss; I am only the nephew. I am just the most capable; and the Boss, my uncle, would rather risk making me the heir than his own children," Morde softly explained, rendering Luca speechless. "I carry the blood of the Levough and the Schliemann."

Luca was aware that those are two out of three that make up the Trinities of all Mafias. There were three most powerful groups in the world, the Levough, the Schliemann, and the Shinji.

The Shinji is the Japanese Yakuza that rules over the entirety of Asia and the Pacific, even secretly supported by the ASEAN Government. The Schliemann of course, came from Germany and has reigned over the majority of Europe and the whole continent of Africa. The Levough is the Italian Mafia that took over North and South America as well as Southern parts of Europe, and is considered the mother of all three.

Morde—or Jack Jayden Strauss, being the product of two of the most powerful mafia, brought a whole new meaning to just being 'one of them.'

"My parents are special, you know..." Morde said, pulling out a knife from under the bed and nonchalantly pressing his finger against the tip, making it bleed. "They made me like this. They made me the most powerful person to ever live. The future ruler of Schliemann, an unbeatable, unkillable boss..."

Five seconds later, it became as if Morde didn't cut himself.

Luca swallowed his uncertainty, unable to believe how it became like this. Thankfully, Morde was willing to light up the doubts.

"They sent me here to hide from all the scientists and minor mafias that are after the Death-defying Mafia Prince. I wasn't the only one, you know. Having this ability... there are also others in my family. But they already had their protection. I didn't. I only have Russia."

Morde took Luca's hands into his, squeezing them gently and lovingly as if they're the most precious pair of hands ever made.

"Before I met you, I wanted to disappear from this world because I knew I am not normal. That's why I didn't make an effort of getting out of that burning building. Would you have said I was special if I told you, I caused the fire?"

Luca's breath hitched, his mind now rewiring the events that happened when their school building caught fire. It was Morde...

"I met you, and I was reborn. I had a reason to live. I had a reason to accept my fate as Schliemann's boss because I wanted to protect you. And seeing you like this... knowing that other people touched you before me... do you even know how much I want to literally rip my heart out?"

Morde was speaking more than what Luca's used to, and his voice is very pleasant to the ears. But Luca just wants him to stop. That beautiful, rare voice of his only produced the ugliest, nastiest scenes of words. Every syllable revealed something even more fúcked up.

"Hey, Luca..." Morde held his hand out to his frozen prince, still happy that Luca allowed his touch. "I love you, you know. I 'dismissed' half of Schliemann's men for you... I found them all, and I made sure they won't hurt what's mine again..."

"Mor—Jack..."

"It's Morde," he says. "My name is what you have given me. I have always been Morde."

Luca shook his head, refusing to believe anything he says and refusing to accept this man in front of him.

"Luca, my love..." Morde whispered like a silent promise, kissing Luca's fingers. "I've waited all these years. You're not getting away."

It was not romantic.

"I've waited all these years. You're not getting away."

Luca released a long sigh, his hands going limp in Morde's grasp. His distraught eyes found comfort, and they looked calm despite being actually distressed.

"It's okay, Morde..." Luca sniffed, actually surprising the raven as he did not expect that answer, but it's what he really wanted. "Thank you for letting me understand you..."

Morde shifted making Luca flinch because he accidentally nudged the injured knee. More immediately settles him onto the bed, chains still noisy and heavy.

"Are you gonna take off the chains?" Luca asks, not meeting Morde's eyes.

"My sister has the key."

"Sister?"

Morde ruffled Luca's hair, bending down to kiss his forehead. "I'll get you out if you behave. Will you stay with me?"

"Do I have a choice..." Luca mumbled, before glancing at Morde with cold eyes. "Are there any more secrets between us? We're best friends, aren't we?"

Those eyes contradict what he has said. Morde says, "You're hiding something, aren't you?"

"Aren't you hiding something, too?" The most beautiful person in his eyes gave him a sad smile.

The usually silent, taller man loomed over him. "I don't want to lose you to anyone. Stay with me."

Luca sadly stared at the cuff that was wrapped around his wrist. He then gave a playful smirk.

"That's okay," he said, wrapping his arms around Morde's neck as the chains jingle. "You can... just buy me again."

Luca pulled him in for a kiss, going in for the lead. He unbuttoned his own shirt as he pulled Morde tightly against him, feeling his warmth despite the cold air. He needed warmth, and not just from the warm tears that dripped down his cheeks and into his chest.

weeks later,

still trapped,

Luca had been in confinement for who knows how long now.

Morde does everything for him. He carries Luca to the bathroom and helps wash him, he dresses him up and grooms him, making sure that the waist-length of Luca's hair never looked silkier in all his life, only that he has brown roots showing now. Luca isn't in pain anymore, but every time he moves, a thousand needles numb his skin.

The ligaments in his knee take too long to recover and he can't even sit with his knees at a 90° angle without yelling at Morde for help.

Speaking of, today Morde brought a box full of childhood pictures that Luca had never seen before. Luca was genuinely curious, and he can't help but stare in awe at the scattered pictures on the bed.

He has two male parents, Luca thought, looking at a goofy family photo with two smiling adults—one was genuinely smiling and the other one looks like he was forced to smile. Morde didn't smile at all, not even staring at the camera. An older girl actually pulled the corners of his lips back for a 'smile', revealing a tooth gap.

In all of the pictures, Morde looked so empty and dead inside. At 5 years old, he was gifted a drone and judging by this mini-drone funeral, he liked it enough to crash it at a car.

There was a Halloween picture, Morde still having that look on his face. He and his older sister were dressed like hangmen and by the looks of Morde staring at the noose, he wanted it to be literal. Luca almost wanted to smile at it, but he could only feel dread inside of him.

He glanced at a hanging picture that contained him and Morde during 3rd grade. Morde wasn't smiling, but it looks like he tried. At least he's looking at the camera, Luca thought.

But he spotted another hanged photo, which he noticed that 10-year-old Morde didn't look at the camera again. He was looking at a smiling Luca with his face red because of excessive playtime.

He... maybe he does... really love me. Luca sighed. But why is he like this?

Luca knew. That's still his best friend. That's still the kid Luca always protected. That's the kid Luca loved.

I don't know him anymore.

"Luca?" The door opened, and came in Morde with a transparent bag full of take-out. "I brought your favorites."

weeks later

"That's it... slow down... does it hurt?" Morde softly instructed as he guided Luca to take a few steps.

"N-no, it doesn't..." Luca lied. "It just feels weird..."

Morde stared at his adorable Luca while the flustered blonde tries holding in the pain.

"We can do this tomorrow—"

"I can walk now!" Luca stubbornly yelled. "Look..."

He pulled away from Morde attempting to walk independently but his good leg tripped on the bad one and he would've fallen face flat if it wasn't for Morde catching him.

Their heartbeats, meeting at the same fast pace at the sudden close proximity.

"Luca..."

"I can walk, I swear..." Luca pouted.

"You cannot walk." Morde pecked him on the lips as he carefully settled Luca on the bed. "I will go buy Ice cream, okay?"

"Rocky road, please," Luca muttered, stubbornly lying on the bed and facing away from Morde.

"Hey, you can do tomorrow. Your leg will better then."

"I want to walk now, you should have gotten me crutches..." Luca grumbled under his breath.

"We talk bout this, Luca." Morde softly replied as he opened the door. "I be back soon."

Luca heard nothing but the ticking of the clock as minutes passed by, and he knew patience is a virtue. His heartbeat was wild as he anticipated it... he can taste it... his freedom.

30 minutes has passed, Luca jolted up from the bed. He thanked the lords Morde forgot to chain him and trusted his busted knee enough to leave him alone.

Luca hopped out of the bed, completely pain-free yet with a slight limp. Luca Vasili is a gangster, a leader of one at that, and he can escape this building. He had to trick More into thinking he still couldn't walk.

He exits the door, not caring about the cameras all over. The cameras aren't watched over by someone who works for the Young Master of Schliemann, it's merely recording as do all hotel cameras do. Especially on a Friday where all staff has their plate full.

He waited along the elevator because he knew those receptionists will recognize him and give a call to Morde as soon as possible. That's why he pulled his hair up, wore a hat, and with this coat he undoubtedly looks like a woman to his annoyance.

And just in time, the baggage carrier passed by the elevator giving Luca a blind spot to the receptionist. He carefully slipped across the lobby without the receptionists spotting him.

Luca quickly got into a cab and prepared quite a few cash that Morde keeps in the drawers for pizza. "Hi, uhm... can you go to this bar, please?"

"Mmm," the driver nodded, then glanced at the rearview mirror to look at Luca. "Say Miss, don't you look kind of familiar?"

"Familiar, what? Haha, I don't go out much..." Luca bit his lips because once again, people mistook him for a girl. Still going along with it, he used that girly voice that he uses on straight 'experimenting' clients back in his prostitution days.

"Well, if I were you, I'd be careful out here Miss, with a face like that, I don't think people would feel safe around you..."

"I'm sorry, what?" I guess... he's saying a girl like me isn't safe around these areas?

"Haven't you heard? Someone 'done ruthlessly massacred a lot of kids in the downtown public school. They say it was that damn Mafia, but the police are looking for a solo suspect."

"What? Massacred... what?"

"You really haven't heard? It's worldwide news!" The man exclaimed. "Stavropol hasn't been this famous since... well, ever..."

"Are you sure about that?" Luca gasped.

"Well yeah, these are a bunch of college kids, so the world goes crazy for it. First American school shootings, now this?"

When they arrived at the destination, Luca immediately hopped out and gave the money to the driver without checking how much he gave or he owe. He ran to the bar, where Pevun'ya usually hangs around.

Luca has been gone for two months tops, and he is not going to allow any of the Pevun'ya members to be massacred by a killer. Luca barged in, ready to explain where he has gone and ready to question what has been happening.

"Guys! Petrovna?"

There was no one to explain to, and no one to question. The lounge was empty, barren, and most of all, destroyed. There were bullet holes that destroyed the sofa, bullet holes that wrecked the pool table, and no alcohol bottle survived on the shelves.

All over the place were yellow tape, indicating a crime scene. A man's heart can be heard breaking in the silence. What... no... Luca dropped onto his knees in distress. The slight sting in his newly recovered knee did not overlap the throbbing of his heart.

"Someone done ruthlessly massacred a lot of kids in the downtown public school," Luca remembered what the driver said.

"No... no, not... not them... please..." Luca was beyond distraught. These boys were more than his followers, more than his admirers and members.

They were his family. Pevun'ya was his family and home. He built it from the ground up, and he gathered the best people that also needed a home.

"Oh my God... No... No, this..." Luca cried. "This can't be real... please... I want to wake up..."

Suddenly, there were sirens outside; police sirens, loud enough to muffle Luca's cries. It wasn't until they were right beside him that he found out the police were here for him.

But not because Luca went missing.

"Luca Vasili, you are under arrest for 24 counts of homicide. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say will and can be used against you in the court of law."

Luca was stunned as well as confused, and in his shocked state, he was unable to resist another pair of cuffs that restrained his hands.

days pass by,

AT A DISTRICT COURT ROOM

All throughout the hearing, his mind was empty, wondering where Morde is. Isn't he supposed to protect Luca? Yet he is nowhere to be found. Luca didn't even get himself a lawyer despite being offered one.

He just wants to get this over with. Maybe I'll hang myself in prison.

They were speaking in English, so Luca could barely understand except a few common words.

"The jury has decided that Yvan Lucci Vasili is found guilty of multiple homicides, regarding the deaths of 24 college seniors at a bar in Stavropol."

Did Luca care? No, he just wants this to be over with. He didn't care anymore where life would take him. He didn't care if he was framed, he didn't care if Morde never came to save him. Luca stopped caring, because no one cared about him.

"Luca Vasili will be sentenced to four terms..."

Those words deterred Luca's hope in life.

"However," the judge said before she could knock. "It is hereby proposed by the administrators of Carvalle Institute... that Luca Vasili be handed in their care, and held under the surveillance of School authorities from Carvalle Detention Institute."

Those words were in English, but Luca widened his eyes at the mention of those three, famous words. Carvalle... Detention... Institute...

The Harvard of Gangsters, the Oxford of Delinquents, the Alcatraz for the teens and students who committed the most heinous crimes.

"What? Wait, I'm not a student of Carvalle—" the prosecutor shushes Luca, silencing him.

"Carvalle Detention Institute takes in young criminals with the hopes of reshaping them and giving them proper education where they'll learn to be proper members of the society." The judge peered into Luca, "So I suggest you graduate with good behavior Mr. Vasili, or 4 terms in jail you go."

"Your honor, I object!" Says a lawyer of one of the dead Puvan'ya's parents. "This is a mass murderer we're talking about! A dropped student who killed fellow students!"

"That's the same thing they said about the American school shooters, and they were also sent to Carvalle Detention." The judge dismissed the lawyer. "The court wouldn't have decided to send Mr. Vasili to Carvalle Detention Institute if we didn't personally know how they handle criminals. The EU, UN, and ASEAN support the school. There is strict surveillance and proper disciplinary measures. Mr. Vasili is a student, and he should stay as such until he completes that chapter in his life. Dismissed."

People had never been so mad at a courtroom's decision in all modern history.

"He's a murderer!"

"...taking a murderer to school?!"

"He paid the court to get out of prison!"

"...he doesn't deserve anything but to rot in there!"

And Luca thought, Maybe they were right. I deserve to rot.

days later,

Luca didn't bother to ask why he was taken to a plane, nor did he ask why he is being escorted in a fancy car.

Carvalle Institutes, as everyone in the world knows, is the most luxurious school to ever exist. It has a school in every country, accepting only the richest and most capable students. They enroll the type of people that burns money in a furnace just to keep warm.

But they also have a place for people who would kill for money, or people who would throw the rich brats into the furnace to burn. As mentioned, Carvalle Detention Institute.

And Luca just arrived.

It was an all-boys school located in Manchester, England. Since gender doesn't matter when it comes to psychopaths and criminals, an all-girls school also exists in Vienna, Austria. It's like Boot Camp, but with books.

The security guards, who were bigger and buffer than 5 of Luca combined, opened the door for him while carrying a suitcase.

"Welcome to Carvalle," the gruff man says, not scaring Luca at all but enough to have him step away.

When he entered the gates, the first thing that greeted his vision was, to his shock, Jack Jayden Strauss himself.

"Morde?"

"Luca!" He approached with open arms, eventually engulfing him in a hug.

Just then, the two bodyguards bowed in respect for the Schliemann Mafia Prince.

Yet Luca pushed him away in disbelief, stepping away. "Why are you here.... in England?!"

"I'm here... because you're here..." Morde pulled out two student IDs, one for him and one for Luca.

"Morde..." Luca can't help but have his tears fall because of something traumatizing that happened. It took a week of Luca's life. The arrest, the trial, the travel... moreover, he didn't see Morde throughout.

"Did you miss me?" Morde softly whispered, his fingers lifting up Luca's chin.

"What?! How do you get here—?!" Luca gasped, staring at him in horror. "Did you... did you do... something?"

"I will do anything for us to be together," Morde whispered, before pulling Luca closer to him and marking his territory for all the other students to see.

"M-Morde... Pevun'ya... it hasn't processed to me yet... and... and I escaped—"

"Shh, that's all behind us now. I know you didn't do anything to Pevun'ya," Morde says.

"But—"

"That's why I want to show you something. Let's go the dorms, you'll fit right in the de Vera dorm with me."

As Morde happily pushed Luca to the buildings and the bodyguards dragged his suitcases with them, the Schliemann Prince saw something at the corner of his eye.

He waved in appreciation at the person who hung around the veranda. It was his trespasser of a sister, and behind her was their curly-haired cousin, a reincarnation of Satan.

Vivian offered a fist bump in the air, but Morde waved it off so she frowned and gave him the middle finger instead.

When Morde and Luca got to the dorm, Luca fell speechless.

"Boss! Whoooo! He's here!"

"Now it's a party!"

"See, we're not millionaires but we still got into Carvalle!"

"The Principal here has big boobs!"

Luca wanted to cry tears of joy but he doesn't want to. There were all 24 Pevun'ya members, all alive to greet him. Yet he turned to Morde with a confused and horrified look.

"But how---"

"Nobody in the outside world knows what's happening in this school, Luca... I just took your precious Pevun'ya here where they belong..." And it seemed like they loved it here, judging by the boys' excited and genuine smiles.

"And... the bodies they found?"

Morde merely smirked. Burnt bodies of the mafia men that touched you? "You don't need to know. You belong here with me now."

As unpleasant as that may sound to Luca, he is actually quite relieved. Morde bore no bad feelings to him escaping. And the victims that everyone accused Luca of killing; was alive and hidden.

What about their parents? Well, the majority of Pevun'ya members are orphans. Some have Foster parents or real parents, but none of them cared about their children. They only came to Luca's trial to get their 5 seconds of a crime TV appearance and emote.

"I've never been so happy to see you blockheads here!" Luca excitedly gave Petrovna a bro hug.

Petrovna widened his eyes at Morde, then made some gestures that he is, repeat, he is not into Luca. And he better be, since Morde just gave him the most intense death stare known to Puvan'ya that shook even the gangsters.

The day ended with Luca being officially enrolled, and assigned a special dorm with Morde despite their mismatched last name initial. Luca stares at Morde in disbelief.

"You bought me," Luca mumbled, both literally and metaphorical to their trust being restored. Despite Luca going through a rough framing of murder, he is still beyond happy that all of his members are happy and alive, with the bonus of Morde avenging him. "You actually bought me..."

Money can't buy happiness, Morde thought, Bullshit. I just bought him.

Morde glanced back at where Vivian and his cousin sat on a veranda. Luca will probably never know that it was Morde who orchestrated the massacre, and pin the blame on Luca, with their help. He had to end up here. He'll be in the safest place... and he'll be all mine.

Still, Luca remained somewhat sad and traumatized by the time they got to the dorm. Their room was simple, not as grand as what Morde has on Carvalle Residencies.

"I can't believe that just happened..." Luca mumbled. "I was... so afraid, and I thought you didn't care, Morde. I thought you'd get mad because I... I escaped..."

Morde hugged him from behind, planting kisses on his neck.

"I will never let anything happen to you."

"Why? What do I have that you'll do things like this?" Luca asks, depressed. "I'm just a prostitute."

"You're also my best friend, a tough gang leader, and the most beautiful person ever," says Morde.

Luca punched him, "I can't understand English that fast!"

"The dummy is the one that can't English," says Morde.

Luca started hitting him, throwing curses and punches. But Morde threw him to the bed and restrained him. "You're terrible! Get away!"

"Do not try me, I have chains under the bed."

Luca widened his eyes, asking Morde if he's serious. Those green eyes of his started at Morde in horror, before he faked a laugh. "Very funny, Morde."

"I love you," he says, further surprising Luca because he actually understood those English words. "Every single bit of you... is worth killing for."

That was a common English hyperbole, but to Morde, it wasn't. He ran his hands gently through the brown roots of Luca's hair.

"Can I... buy a kiss, Luca?" Morde whispered, pulling out a 5.000RUB.

THE END

yet also;

The black-haired boy turned to Vivian with a smirk, "I'm impressed your old áss managed to clean up after him."

"He's my brother," Vivian smiled down at where Morde and his gang are, while they are up on the third floor of a building.

She offered a fist bump in the air. Morde waved it away so Vivian replaced the fist bump with her middle finger. "As much as I want to kill him, I'll get in trouble for it. I'm impressed though, you managed to enroll him in here, Keiji."

"You requested it," Keiji Levough says. "Now I have a request in return."

"Shoot, cousin."

"I want a sample of her. Lá Juliet." Keiji Levough tilted his curly head playfully, slicing his arm with a box cutter for fun. "Get me Lá Juliet."

The wound in his arm healed at an alarmingly fast rate, until there was nothing left but blood.