Nhami's POV
"What are you doing here?" malamig na tanong ni Killua, hindi man lang inangat ang tingin mula sa mga papeles sa harap niya.
I let out a deep sigh.
"Gusto ko lang magpasalamat dahil iniligtas-"
He cut me off without hesitation.
"I just can't afford to lose my vault, that's why." malamig ang tinig niya, parang bala na diretso sa dibdib.
I knew it. Sino ba naman ako para iligtas niya? Malamang dahil iyon sa vault niya. Tss. Ngunit pinilit kong manatiling matatag.
"Anong nangyari kay Diego, about that nig-"
"Forget it." He didn't even look at me, nanatili ang tingin niya sa mga papel, as if my presence was nothing but background noise. At doon na sumabog ang pasensya ko.
"Will you stop cutting me off?!" galit kong sigaw.
Natigilan siya. Sa wakas, nakuha ko rin ang atensyon niya. Slowly, he leaned back in his swivel chair, his cold gaze locking onto mine. Nilalaro niya ang metallic pen sa pagitan ng mga daliri, parang nagbabadya ng panganib.
"Lately, you've been dying to kill that bastard. And now you're acting like his lover-worried about what happened to him?" May halong pangungutya at panunuya sa boses niya.
I clenched my fists so tightly I could feel my nails dig into my palm.
"Are you freaking kidding me right now?" May bahid ng matinding inis sa tinig ko. His lips curled into a devilish smirk, the kind that made my blood run cold.
"You want to know, right? I killed that fucking bastard. Now..." tumigil siya, leaning forward, his elbows on the desk, eyes burning into mine, "...what are you going to do about it?"
My breath caught. His jaw was tight, his voice heavy with rage and something darker.
"You... w-what?" halos pabulong kong sabi.
He stood up slowly, deliberately. ang bawat hakbang niya papalapit sa akin ay parang may bigat ng banta. Nang nasa harap ko na siya, he tilted his head slightly, eyes never leaving mine.
"Do I need to repeat myself? Or do you want me to paint you a picture of how I did it?"
I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to step back.
"You didn't have to-"
"Didn't have to?" Tumawa siya ng mahina pero puno ng pang-uuyam. "He crossed me. He touched something that belongs to me. People like him... they don't get to breathe after that."
"You could've let me handle it-"
"Handle it?" He scoffed, taking another step closer until I could feel the faint warmth of his breath. "You? You think this world cares about your mercy? Out there..." itinuro niya ang bintana na tanaw ang lungsod sa gabi, "...mercy is just another way to get yourself killed."
"You triggered a war! Do you think his family will just sit back and watch their son die just like that?"
He laughed-a deep, devilish laugh that crawled into my bones like icy fingers. It wasn't just a laugh... it was a taunt, a declaration of how untouchable he believed himself to be.
"They will do... nothing."he said with a swagger in his tone, each word dripping with arrogance.
My brow furrowed. He's insane.
"Unbelievable! How can they act normal when Don Arduz's son was killed by a lunatic who has nothing to do with him?" I snapped, my voice trembling not from fear-no-but from fury.
He tilted his head, a twisted smirk curling on his lips. "You think you understand the game, but you don't. That boy wasn't just Don Arduz's son... he was a liability. And Don Arduz? He's smart enough to know when to cut his losses."
I shook my head, refusing to believe it. "A father never sees his son as a liability. You've just signed your own death warrant."
He stepped closer, the air between us thick with tension. His eyes, dark and unblinking, pinned me in place like a predator studying prey. "Death warrant?" he echoed, his voice low, dangerous. "Sweetheart, I've been living on borrowed time since the day I was born. The difference is-I make sure I'm the one holding the pen."
My pulse quickened, but I stood my ground. "You're not invincible. Every empire falls. And when yours crumbles, I'll be there to watch."
His smirk deepened. "Then you'd better bring a chair. Because you'll be waiting for a very... long... time."
A tense silence settled, broken only by the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the room. He turned away as if bored, pouring himself a glass of whiskey with deliberate slowness.
"You see, in this world." he continued, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, "power isn't about who fires the first shot. It's about who survives the last one. Don Arduz knows I'm the last man standing in every fight I choose. That's why he'll do nothing. That's why they all do nothing."
I clenched my fists. "You're playing with fire."
He downed the whiskey in a single swallow, then slammed the glass on the table so hard the sound echoed like a gunshot. "No... I am the fire."
The weight of his words settled in the room, suffocating, inescapable. But I swore to myself, in that moment, that I'd be the water to drown it.
I shook my head, my voice trembling but sharp. "You're not God, Killua. You can't just decide who lives and who dies-"
In a flash, his hand shot up and gripped my chin, forcing me to look straight into his eyes.
"I am God in my world. And if you're going to stay in it..." he lowered his voice to a chilling whisper, "...you better start understanding the rules."
I slapped his hand away while breathing heavily. "And what if I don't?"
A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "Then you'll find out just how quickly I can take away more than just your breath."
The air between us was thick with tension, neither of us backing down. Somewhere deep inside, I knew this wasn't just about Diego. This was about control. About power. And right now, he was daring me to challenge his.
I hate him!!
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Taming Killua
General Fiction(UNDER REVISON) Killua is feared in the mafia world-ruthless, merciless and known as the Lord of Weapons. He owns every high-tech weapons, and behind his locked vault lies power that could burn the entire mafia underworld to the ground. But during a...
