DEALING WITH THE DEVIL (Vander #1-COMPLETED)

INTRODUCTION

Useless!

Very useless.

"Anyone get a freaking doctor to heal that idiot woman now and oh, don't give this guy," I pointed the one I shoot in his foot. "...any medical treatment for 30 minutes. Let him suffer first dahil naiirita ako sa mukha niya. You got it?"

The other idiots nodded before one called the doctor on board at lumayo ako sa kanila. I guess breathing in the same room with them makes me an idiot too.

I walked towards my cabin and dialed a number on my phone. Someone answered it on the second ring.

"You bastard took too long to answer my call," wika ko nang sinagot nito ang tawag.

"Well hello sis."

"Search wherever if what crime family is dealing with illegal firearms wears stupid masks and one members' name is Mnemosyne."

My brother John didn't need to move his fingers and surf deep on his smart box called laptop.

"Whoah whoah whoah, you didn't know?!"

I made a face. "Why are you even part of Bellomo family if you are that stupid?" Itatanong ko ba kung alam ko?!

My brother laughed. "Okay sis, chill. I got it, you didn't know but you actually know."

"Ang labo mo Juan."

He laughed again. "Remember the guy you had a crush with?"

"Harry fucking Styles?"

"Not him sis and yeah, keep dreaming. I mean you met him in one party and you bugged me all night saying John, oh shit why is he so cool? So handsome! So blah blah blah." He used an accent that I usually used when I'm riled up.

"Cooler fucking Vander?" I asked.

"Bingo."

"Vander mafia?!"

"Yes sis, finally it sinked in!  Congratulations. Yes, Vander mafia used masks like jabbawockeez and greek myth names as codenames."

"Okay bye." Gaya ng madalas kong ginagawa ay pinatay ko ang tawag at ibinalik sa bulsa ang cellphone.

Vander mafia.

Sometimes crime families don't get along well.

...like Bellomo and Vander.

Although at the same boat of doing illegal stuff, Bellomo and Vander are more enemies than allies.

I remember one time, our shipment of meths failed, thanks them. And no fucking way that will happen again. And my dad said the boss of Vander mafia is crazy as fuck.

I didn't waste time, I slipped into my black tights and keep my gun and knife in their right places.

Nang lumabas ako ng cabin ay sinalubong ako ng tingin ng mga idiot na nasa yate.

"Stop looking at me or else pagbabarilin ko ang mga mata ninyo." I tied my hair in a bun and wore flippers.

Agad silang nag-iwas ng tingin at saktong dumating si Flavio— my uncle who's incharged of this transaction.

"Pi? Saan ka pupunta?"

"Mamamasyal," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Respect me Pi or else---"

"Or else isusolsol mo na naman kay Daddy na itapon ako kung saan-saan para mag-aral. Uncle ilang degree, diploma at medalya ba ang gusto ninyo?" I asked annoyed.