"We've arrived, Supremo,"

Silvester's attention from the screen of his phone directed outside the window upon hearing that. And seeing the familiar place, he immediately turned his phone off and put his back on the inside pocket of his suit. Then, the door beside him opened, revealing his men lined on both side of his path.

"Good evening, supremo," they all said unison with their head drop low. Silvester stepped out of the car, then flick his hand. The men then straightened their back and turned their back to him.

It was not a gesture of disrespect. Greetings to the leader of their mafia has always been like this. Before this armed men of the mafia became wary of the surroundings, they would always give their spare attention to their supremo and utter their greetings. Then, everyone would go back to their responsibilities, looking out the entire place, ensuring its safety and none was stepping on their supremo's territory.

Silvester graced his way toward the abandoned building. This is one of the place where he usually do his black business. But being here does not mean he had some million-dollar-business to deal with. But a business that, rather, involved life.

The door opened before him and the interior of the building greeted his gaze.

It was the usual scene you would see in the action movies. Dilapitated ceiling. Rubbles on the floor. Vandals on the wall. Dimmed lights. And the darkness of the hallway did not bother Silvester. He was used to it. He's been on this business for years now, that even if the entire building was in total black, he had trained himself to see better in the dark.

After a few turns, Silvester found himself on the end of the hallway. And on his right, there was a stair that would lead downstairs, specifically to a basement, where every business he did happens.

Every corners of the building was guarded. Everyone would drop their heads low and gave Silvester a greeting whenever he passed them by. And as soon he arrived downstairs and before him was the metal doors, it was opened by someone, revealing the bright and cleaned basement.

Among the spaces of the building, the basement is installed with right equipments.

A lounge with TV. Kitchen with proper cooking area and fridge. An entertainment area with billiard table. And of course, Silvester's toys, his gun collections.

He went straight toward the lounge, sat on the L-shaped sofa and spread his arms on the backrest. His attention darted on the TV--bracketed on the wall--that was turned on in front of him. But it was quickly directed to one corner of the place, where two men are dragging a man with a blindfold with his both arms. And Silvester did not wait any longer before the man was thrown in front of him.

The man groaned in pain, and a smile automatically wounded Silvester's lips.

Ah. Such sound.

"Take off his blindfold," Silverter ordered as he flicked his hand.

His men nearby immediately concede to his command. And as soon the blindfold was unveiled, Silvester's gaze locked on his captive's eyes.

"Good evening, Chester," Silvester said casually. His captive's eyes widened upon recognizing Silvester, and his expression was now laced with dread and horror. There was a trace of blood on Chester's head, a bruise on one of his eyes, and a cuts on his dried lips. His hand and his feelt was tied with cable tie, so it's impossible for him to escape.

"S-Silvester..." Chester whispered his name, his voice shaking in fear.

"Do you know the reason you are here?" Silvester asked with his laid-back tone.

"S-Silvester. P-Please, give me another m-month--"

"I've had given you a month already," Silvester interrupted, his gaze landed on the tv screen.

"T-Then one last. G-Give me one l-last chance to p-pay my d-debts. P-Please. I b-beg you," Chester was now shaking and was in tears as he begged for his life.

"But I have already given you so many chances, Chester. And that is out of my respect because you were once, my father's friend," Silvester reminded him and his gaze went back to his captive.

Chester was put into silence. All he could do was to huff in terror. In his mind, he could not stop thinking of what kind of man Silvester is. The man is truly a devil in disguise. Chester knows that asking for his help would mean great fortune. But favor comes always with a price. And now... Chester was regretting his decision why he involved himself with such man.

"But I can give you the chance you are begging," Chester was dragged back from his deep thoughts. And when his mind processed Silvester's words, he beamed on the floor upon with hope.

Silvester looked at him with a playful smirk on his lips, suddenly getting amused with what he was seeing.

"That is, if you didn't dare on fvcking dragging my name on the fvkcing news,"

Silvester arches his back and leaned closer to Chester. He put his both hands on his legs and looked at his captive closely. The fear he could see on Chester's eyes had now doubled. He was literally shaking. And Silvester very much like what he was seeing before him..

"Do you think I wouldn't know?" Silvester said further, giving hints to his captive. But suddenly remembering the interviews he had to make just to clean his name had put him in foul mood.

"You fvcking told the media about my business on Quezon. And even had a plan to sell me off to the police. Do you think such act deserve another chance?" Silvester revealed. He was smiling, but his lips has no trace of humor. And remembering how the media harrassed him the entire week had made him snapped.

He fvcking hated the media. And this man in front of him became the reason why his face was all over the television screen the entire week!

"P-Please, S-Silvester. S-Spare my life--"

"Give me my gun," Silvester announced.

"S-S-Silv-vester! P-Please! J-Just think a-about m-my relationship w-with your f-father! Please c-consider o-our r-relationship w-when you w-were a c-child!" Chester started crawling like a worm toward his direction but Silvester gave no mind to him. Instead, his attention was focused on the man behind him, giving him a gun.

"S-Silvester! Silvester!" Chester was already shouting on the top of his lungs. He was struggling on the floor, flipping around, like a worm that was sprinkled with salt.

Silvester cocked his gun. Chester continued to struggle on his position. And without waiting for another second to pass, Silvester pulled the trigger, once, twice, thrice... He did not stop until he was satisfied.

It took him a while before he stopped. It was then when he realized that Chester's blood had now painted the white carpet on the floor. And Chester had stopped struggling on the floor.

Silvester heaved a deep sigh, then throw the gun on the floor. He leaned his back to his seat then his gaze automatically landed on the tv screen.

The screen was playing a short interview. And his eyes immediately dilated when he saw the pretty face of the woman who was in question. Silvester started playing his lips with his fingers, his eyes was transfixed to the actress. He did not know how long he was watching the interview until it reached its end.

["Any messages to your fans, Trinity?"] the host asked.

["I won't get tired on thanking them, Pam. Please support my upcoming movie this August! See you on Premieres!"] the actress said.

Silvester bit his lips. His mind was now clouded with thoughts and plans.

I wonder how could I own this woman.