Out of Billionaire's League

Chapter One

Nakakabingi ang katahimikan.

Everything around them was pitch black and the wind was making a shushing sound almost like it was teasing him.

Macrea hung his head low and spat blood on the ground. Napamura siya sa isip habang pinipigilan ang sarili na matumba. All those racetracks I'd reached without a scratch only to be gunned down by some sick fucker...

"Macrea." tawag ni Cholo sa kanya. The fucker looked like a bastard with his gun pointing at him as if he was a prisoner of war.

Sinubukan niyang gumapang palayo. Masakit ang buong katawan niya dahil sa tinamong bugbog mula sa gagong ito. Fuck, why am I in this shithole with this guy again?

"O? 'Wag mong sabihing pagtatangkaan mo pang tumakas sa lagay mong 'yan?" Cholo had the audacity to laugh like the devil that he was.

Gamit ang natitirang lakas ay sumandig siya sa kotse niya. His wristwatch was smeared with dirt and blood but the fuckin' thing was still working even after everything it went through. Lucky piece of shit. Unlike its owner.

Napamura siya nang may maramdamang kirot sa tagiliran. Nang kapain niya iyon ay may umaagas na dugo roon. Well, shit. The fucker did manage to slit his sideway open.

Sa pambubuno nilang dalawa ay hindi niya napansing may ice pick ito at naitusok sa kanya. He was about to overpower the shit out of Cholo. Nakadagan siya rito habang pinapa-ulanan ito ng mga suntok. Well, he was preoccupied in beating him that Cholo managed to take out his fuckin' ice pick from somewhere and just stabbed him.

Madilim na at ang posteng may ilaw sa kalayuan ay hindi rin naman nakakatulong. The two of them were deep inside the forest. Alam niyang kahit magsisigaw siya ay walang makakarinig sa kanya. Not that he was planning to, anyway.

Muli itong ngumisi. "Pare, hindi na dapat tayo umabot sa puntong ito na kung saan papatayin na lang kita. But your brother made it so easy for me to plan my revenge and take it all out on you."

Cholo's family business, a textile shop that had sustained them for years, was gone. That loss was what pushed him over the edge. Gusto nitong ipaghiganti ang kompanya ng mga itong dugo't pawis ang isinakripisyo ng mga magulang nito para lang itayo. Sa kasamaang palad ay unti unti ang mga itong nalugi dahil na rin sa pagkahilig sa sugal ng ama nito at sa alahas naman ang ina.

The company was on the brink of collapse when Macrea's brother, Gregory, stepped in with an unexpected truce. He offered to buy the entire business and keep Cholo's parents on as employees. They would stay on as managing partners of the company they once owned.

Wala nang ibang pagpipilian ang mga magulang ni Cholo dahil wala na ring gustong mag-invest sa papaluging negosyong iyon. Kaya pumayag ang mga ito.

Five years later, Cholo's father died, and his mother lost her mind. Cholo saw every bit of misery his parents went through, and he swore that one day, he would take revenge.

Alam nitong imposible nitong matapatan si Gregory at mabili ang dating kompanyang pag-aari ng mga magulang nito. Gregory was so fuckin' good at almost everything that he managed to become one of the top businessmen in the country.

So Cholo went to hunt Macrea instead. He planned to kill him and call it quits with Gregory, whatever twisted logic had led him there.

"Man, you've been such a drink buddy, I tell you that." saad nito sa tonong nanghihinayang.

Bigla itong namilipit sa sakit kaninang kausap niya ito sa bar kung saan siya nagpapalipas ng gabi. Agad niya itong dinaluhan. Cholo was not responding so he ended up deciding to take him to the nearest hospital. Hindi niya alam kung saan ang bahay nito. And he could not in good conscience leave him there when he was with him the moment he collapsed.

He was already driving him when the fucker held him at gunpoint after realizing they were on a deserted street. Cholo laid out his reason and plan in the open since he thought Macrea wasn't going to survive anyway.

Inabot niya ang sigarilyo sa back pocket ng pantalon at nagsindi. Sinaid niya ang usok bago iyon marahas na ibinuga. Hinding hindi siya magpapakumbaba sa putang inang ito. Kung gusto nitong lumuhod siya at magmakaawa para lang huwag siyang patayin, puputi na lang ang uwak ay hindi pa rin mangyayari iyon.

"Your acting sucked anyway." pangungutya niya. Dumura pa siya sa lupa upang mas galitin ito. Lihim siyang napangisi nang makitang nanliit ang mga mata nito sa sinabi niya. Guy like Cholo never liked being ridiculed. It made them feel like less of a man.

Marahan niyang ipinikit ang mga mata. Nahihilo na siya. If the gun wouldn't kill him, the blood loss from the wound his ice pick caused would. He was close to bleeding out. It's a fuckin wonder he could still stand.

"Malapit na bang maubos ang dugo, pare?" pang-aalaska nito. "Dalhin kita sa ospital?"

He coughed hard and spit blood in the process. "Kung lumaban ka ng patas, ikaw ang lumpo ngayong tarantado ka. Akala mo ba masisiraan ng bait ang kapatid ko at ibabalik sa iyo ang kompanya niyo dahil lang pinatay mo ako?"

Ramdam niyang mawawalan na siya ng malay. Unti unti ng humihina ang pulso, pandinig at ang paningin niya.

"No." Cholo's voice was full of hatred. "He might never give back what's mine, but he'll feel the loss I felt when my father died. He'll know that pain. Your brother has no idea what pain even means, Macrea."

He knew the trigger was about to be pulled. For a moment, he felt strangely at peace. There was no fucking Cholo, no threats, no fear. There was only life and the one he was about to leave behind.