Blood Borne (MxM)

Chapter 9: Da Risiaño

Warning: Explicit Content ahead. And the real story starts now ;)

      I clenched her hair as she started humping and grinding on me. Her blonde hair that reaches her waist is now messed up as I run my fingers over it. When Vivi mentioned that my next destination is Da Risiaño, the first thing that came to my mind is that there will be pleasure in this pain. Dirty pleasure.

    The moment I reached the Helicopter that will escort me to Pensivaile Perlington. The Alpha 13, which is my team together with Gareth were the faces that greeted me. The usual dead ass face of my homies staring at me with non-blinking-emotionless- resting bitch faces were the symbol of their gratitude for my return. On the other hand, Gareth's annoying smile is another thing that I am used to. Spending an hour on the ride with Gareth, I then confronted him to tell me more about the details of my current mission.    

    
        "Ex. 37 block on the east side of Perlington tower? Seems like we have a low-grade target now"

          I uttered as I flip the pages of a biography folder that contains an entire data of a profile of a man. A small photo of a bald man with a clenched jaw and sharp details was the exact description of a 'drug syndicate' that is stated in his biography.

            "Well, the man now works in the brothel as a dealer under a big drug-producing company. He's just in the fifth sector of the transaction system. Tho he still has a limited connection in the major governance "

    
          Tírus Avavore, 34 years of age. Height: 178 cm, Weight: 67 kg.

               I continued scanning his profile. Keeping each detail in mind in case I might need it. Somehow it made me wonder why the superior governance chose to target a low-class drug dealer and not the producer themselves.

           "Was he a recommendation from any team?"

           "No, but he was a major subject of the economy for the past months now. They say he's obnoxious enough by resentment that the governance gave a shit about his existence and raised a hand to end it. Definitely, themselves of course, since he is wanted in the black market. 500,000,000 were just a bonus from beheading him. "

         I didn't remove my gaze from the paper I'm holding. Strange I'd say, mostly because in some cases, the superior governance of the company never really chases after some wanted delinquents, and I won't be convinced especially when the bahts were just 500,000,000. They aim for the roots and the richest of the rich when they are ordered to assassinate someone. So what is this man for?

           British National. Father of two kids: Tariffa Avavore, 17 years of age. Tomas Avavore. 12 years of age. Wife of a 31-year-old lady, Metishia Curon Avavore. Divorced for the history of 2 years,[20xx-present]. with the mother taking both kids away. Moving to Chicago.

             They did really a big dig-up on his background. It made me wonder more if I might need to capture him alive, or if I'm supposed to hide the body.

         "So am I supposed to bring him back with us dead or alive?"

         "The verdict on his baht wasn't originally the prize the governance was after. So Vivi ordered you might as well bring a living charter to extract pieces of information, you know how this works right? Power is a foundation, drugs equals?..."

          He stared at me with a teasing grin. He's toying again as usual, he doesn't know how serious I am now that something about the stranger I'll victimize precisely caught my attention.