"My name is Rhea Rodriguez and you are in great danger."
4 DAYS EARLIER...
Bianca/Victoria P.O.V
It's been three whole days of missing classes.
I decided to send a letter to the school, telling them I won't be around because I have some important family business to take care of.
The day went by slow, it's almost noon and Jasmine and I are brain storming our current situation.
"Why did they stop?" Jasmine asked, staring at the stitches from her bullet wound. She was doing pretty well but I could still notice the slight wince she has on her face when she walks.
"Who?" I ask, turning my attention from my Hazel's laptop screen to her.
"It's been three days and nothing. They haven't attacked, sent any messages or even given us the idea if they know where we are," she explains.
"Maybe that attack was just a wake up call," I reply.
She hums, "It's like they want us to let our guard down."
I huff, "our guard is as low as it can get Jasmine. Look at us, living in our friends house with no protection whatsoever. We aren't trying hard to keep ourselves hidden, we even went on a date yesterday!"
She adjusts herself on the bed, "we have to leave this house," she says. "If they notice we spend a long time here they'll think we're comfortable and attack and if they attack us here, Hazel could get hurt."
"Since when did you start caring about Hazel?" I ask her with a small smirk on my lips.
Jasmine rolls her eyes at my words, "I don't like the girl but I'm not heartless. She has nothing to do with our situation and we're practically dragging her into our business without her consent. The least I could do is care about her life."
I look back at my screen without replying. I'm searching for the unknown address from a few days ago online, apparently there was a fire in that area; the building to be precise, three days ago.
I frowned. Could they have been a part of it?
No shit sherlock.
I looked more into the article while hearing Jasmine's voice in the background. I went through the pictures of the scene and stopped at one.
It was the picture of a reporter speaking into the camera in mid sentence, behind her was a wall and graffitied over it in red paint was a logo.
I zoomed in on it and my eyes nearly buldged out of my head. It was obviously a gang logo, but it seemed familiar.
"Jasmine," I call and she turns to me, "look at this, doesn't that seem familiar to you?"
She looks at the picture at first with squinted eyes before she goes pale.
"That's the gang's logo," she replies and it clicks. That's Dane's gang logo, but it doesn't look exactly like I remember it. Did they change it?
"Why does it look different?" I ask her.
"That's the old logo from back when Asher's grandfather was the leader. He is-or was-a pretty ruthless man. They called him Hades."
I stop myself from laughing, "people are way too hilarious. The god of the underworld, really?"
"He was a pretty big deal. But very terrible person, when Christopher grew up he didn't want to hand over the throne to him, so he tried killing his own son, but failed."
My eyes widened, "all that for power?"
"Power is everything in the dark world bi- Victoria." She says quietly, her eyes still on the screen. "Power and respect. Everyone wants to be at the top, that way you're safer, respected and known as dangerous so no one can easily step up to you. The weak ones die; that's the saying.
That man craved power, he loved blood shedding more than anything. Those attributes are pretty common in Mafia leaders, but this guy was nuts," Jasmine ended.
"And that was his logo?" I ask again just to be sure and she nods. Damn, I did not expect this, now that I think of it, I don't remember anyone speaking about Asher's grandfather back then.
The logo was a three headed dog, each head had a set of horns on it, the dog heads where faced forward with their eyes staring straight with an intense look in them, they had a big scary snarl on their faces.
In the present logo it was three different large dogs with horns and scaly skin. They looked like repltile and dog hybrids.
Jasmine didn't say anything and went to the next picture. The atmosphere in the room had gone cold, leaving the dead silence to swallow us both. Neither of us had something to say.
"Then what happened after? How did Christopher get the gang if his dad was that selfish?" I ask Jasmine.
"All we know is that they made a deal, that's it." She says, "no one knows what it was but I'm sure part of it was to leave the country or something because after that deal Hades hasn't been seen or heard from for decades, most believe he's dead."
"Would Asher know?"
"I'm not sure, whenever someone asks him about it they end up with a broken nose, he's really sensitive with the topic."
Geez.
"So does this mean he's back?" I ask her.
She bites her lip, "possibly, I haven't met the old man, but he's aparently a legend," she says, "but if he is back he'll only want power. And that means Asher's in serious danger."
I go to the next picture silently, not feeling a need to speak at the moment. It's been ages since I've seen Asher. I wonder how he is now.
"Do you think he's the one Antonio is probably working with?" I ask Jasmine and she freezes as realization dawns on her.
"Shit, shit, shit," she mutters and quickly gets off the bed.
"What's wrong?" I ask, mirroring her movements.
She walks over to the window and peeps out of the cream colored curtains worriedly. She looks back at me with big brown eyes, her dark skin glowing because of the setting sun, "what if this was all a plan? What if they wanted us to find the address?"
How could that be? I'm sure they expected the man to be able to capture me that day, they wouldn't think of me killing him or even searching his pockets and finding the address.
Anyway, the day they burnt down that building was thesame day they attacked, right? Obviously, that building has some relationship with what's happening to us.
"But Hades only wants power, he should be going for the gang not us," I tell her. "Why would he be coming to us if we have absolutely no business with the gang?"
"It's probably Antonio's influence, I knew we should have killed that idiot," she muttered.
I walk back to the laptop on the bed and sit on the soft mattress then go the next picture, it's a few fire fighters working on the building. On a part of the wall I see another piece of graffitied art in writing.
I zoom in and it spells Us.
That must be the name of his society or something.
I feel Jasmine's presence beside me. "This isn't good, we're going to get killed," she says.
"Possibly not, they have to be coming to us for a reason," I tell her and she nods in agreement. "What do we do now?"
"We have to go back, it's suprisingly safer there. The King is a serious threat," she explains.
"The King?"
"People call him Hades, but he calls himself The King."
I could see the fear in her eyes as she spoke, "Jasmine relax, he won't find us."
She shakes her head, "you don't understand. What the King wants, he gets, he isn't like Antonio or Christopher, he's much worse."
"So?"
"We're all toast."
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Hi there!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Have a wonderful day❤️
But can I just be real for a moment?
Christmas doesn't exite me, the 'Christmas spirit' is practically gone in my house😂it's been gone since I was ten. Idky
Anyways...
So here is an image of the dog or dogs in the old logo. I want you to imagine it however you want, this is just to give you an idea of what the monster looks like.
It's a Greek mythology and named Cerberus; the guardian of the underworld. You can look it up if you like for better pictures.
Do vote or comment if you liked it!
Make sure you have a great Christmas, and smileee! What's that sad face for?
Thank you so much for reading!
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