Chapter 7 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (1/2)
The sunlight passed through the window, enlightening every sector in a row, and gave a pleasant glance to the eyes of children glowing sight. When the engine started, Troy, astounded, lose his balance when the vehicle moved. His back caught Hermes, assisted the young boy's tiny body on his soft seat. The young Don, angrily, asked his butler to be careful about his driving. There were two children as his guest so he must drive them safely.
Hermes used his handkerchief to clean their faces, acting like an elder brother to his siblings he always dreamed. If he was in the same world, will the legal authorities like police, FBI and other executive branches from his world arrest him for doing this part? He thanked his luck didn't depart. All he wanted to show them hospitality and sincerity since they would become his subject; to help him destroyed the hatred of the villagers. The innocence of children will trump their hearts and convinced them to forget the past. According to his books, cute was when a person's personality shone through their looks. Like in the way they walked, every time you saw them you just wanted to run up and hug them. Cuteness shall prevail over the damn.
But the question is, will he succeed?
After all, the young Don didn't know exactly what should he tell to the people thereafter. Would he risk his life to reveal himself or just play a role and become someone else to help oneself? All the plausible execution appeared in his mind such as hanging in the public, shoot by the firing squad and et. at all. He hoped that his work according to his plan and those final moments won't happen as much as he can. In this world, even there's no FBI exist, some villagers won't tolerate and become more aggressive to a stranger. They would think he kidnapped and brainwashed their minds. Such tactics existed yet he knew it was very ineffective thereof unspecified. But regardless thereafter, he wanted to clear his records for his ambition; to end his mafia life.
He must follow the flow for now.
The dust and mud from their faces had removed; the wound from his head finally healed. The power of cuteness shone so brightly, blinding his sight slightly. But he tried to resist, remained calm but he couldn't desist. Hence, biting his lips was the last option to prevent himself to make a motion; hugging the twins as tighter as embracing a body pillow.
”Too cute.” But his hands almost reached its limits hence, he head bumped himself like a dimwit. The twins rushed his side in worry. Hermes finally returned to his senses yet his mind was still blurry. The children gave him a wryly smile that him awe. Behind his mask, a small portion of blood was dripping from his lips when they held his hands. This powerful smile hit the young Don in glamorizing.
In the end, his limits have overtaken, quickly he embraced them, and puffed cheeks rubbed up against one by one with pure l.u.s.t. The twins nonetheless gave way until he satisfied.
Time passed. The young Don had survived from the powerful bomb and gulped some air to cool down.
On his right side was July Camelia, had a short lime hair and wore blue clothes with a long skirt whilst on his left, the greenish curve hair wearing a light brown peasant suit, was Troy Camelia.
”Is this truly your first time in a car, July, Troy?” Hermes asked, changing the turn of his left leg over the right, closed hands over the knee and calmly watching the twins.
”Yes, yes, yes. This is my first time, sir.”
”Yeah, this is my first time too like my twin sister, sir,” the twins nodded thrice in unison.
”Please, don't call me sir. How about calling me elder brother?” he suggested.
”Elder brother!” a powerful innocent sight gave the young Don a heart attack. But he remained calm and kept his facade intact.
'Oh man, these kids…. are so cute! Calling me, elder brother instead mister, how amusing. I want siblings like them.' Hermes thought. Although the young Don admired and showed kindness to two little guests, on the driver side that Justin sitting down was worried to his master with a worried gaze. He bit his lips lest his cursed to the kids won't hear his words. So, he put his mind on the road to calm himself. He worried that these two kids might cause some problem for his master's well-being.
July had sighted the wall of their village, pointing her finger outside. Hermes, Justin, and the twin brother were grateful finally reach the place from their side. But the silence of joy interrupted when a bullet hit the hood passed through the front glass, creating a small circular spot and wheel lose control. Hermes quickly embraced the twins by his body whilst his butler gained control and f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y stepped the gas, hiding the vehicle behind the huge tree covered by bushes of grass.
Justin held out his sword, moved out the vehicle, searching for the shooter. He clicked his tongue when he couldn't feel the presence. He quickly checked his boss, who was still covering the twins and heaved when he was fine.
”Boss, are you alright?” the butler opened the door, checked the young Don's condition.
”I'm alright. What about you, kids?” Hermes patted the children's head to ease their shock.
”I'm alright.”
”Me either.”
The young Don felt relief about their reply with a wryly smile, but he couldn't leave the man unwelcome shot their car unpunished. Justin, his butler, was the only person he can rely on.
”Justin, what was that? Who tried to shoot us? What could be the reason?” the young Don asked, angrily.
”I don't know, boss. The shooter just shot us surprisingly. But it can be a hitman or a bandit.” Justin replied, rolling his eyes in all direction to check the area.
”Unfortunately, I can't... Forgive me, sir. Alternatively, they might know your identity. But it was just my speculation. Then, what is your order, sir?”
”What? It can't be. How could they possibly recognized me?” the young Don bite his thumb in surprise, unable to respond.
”What are you talking about, elder brother?” July asked, worrying.
”Aah nothing, little July.” Hermes looked at her. He slowly clapped his cheeks and the twins, confused, faced one another. The young Don patted their head to lessen their worries. ”Thanks, you're a big help. Cuteness cure depression and uneasiness.”
”????” the twins, confused, replied a simple smile instead.
The young Don closed his eyes for a moment, clearing his qualm. As an a.d.u.l.t inside a teenager, he must remain calm. He must act like one since he had lived for such a long time from his past life. Calculating and strategizing the difficult situation rather than waiting your petty soul go to afterlife gave courage the young Don. He thanked the books he read earlier, making himself to become merrier.
”Find that shooter, Justin,” said Hermes, standing from his feet and jumped out the car. ”Y'know your objective. Don't worry about me as I can protect myself alone. I'll be alright.”
”But... As you wish, boss.” Justin politely bowed his head.
”Justin,” Hermes' voice made his servant stop moving. His butler turned his gaze at him with sharp eyes. ”What is it, boss?”
”I will,” the butler answered venerably and disappeared in one blink.
The young Don picked up the Tommy gun he used earlier against the demon beast. He asked the children to stay inside the vehicle but he sensed something odd from his east. A man wore a grassy-camouflaged cloak, carrying a rifle appeared from the bushes, shooting Hermes on sight. The twins covered their ears, closing their eyes in tears and embraced each other in severe fear. But the young Don quickly dodged the bullets and ran away from the vehicle through his right. He must prioritize their safety. The man followed him and began to change his magazine and restarted his shooting to the young Don.
The young Don returned fire, hide when the shooter counterattack. His face, coated by dust, reloaded his gun as the shooter consecutively shot his cover. But Hermes didn't step aback instead he returned fired and grazed the shooter from its sleeve. The shooter angered, fired until his magazines emptied; the young Don's hiding spot cracked and split into two as fast as a boiled egg. A large smoke sprouted from the scene and the shooter changed his magazine.
He then checked the location of Hermes and when the smoke disappeared, his feet had stopped to move. the shooter's face dropped a sweat, raising his hand up the air. On his right, a barrel pointed near his hair. An eye of a tiger appeared from smoke dust, pointing his submachine gun to the shooter in a cloak.
”Drop it. If you want to live much longer~.”
The shooter threw his weapon from a distance and faced the person, raising his arm.
”Who are you? Are you the person who shot us earlier?”
The shooter didn't answer his first question but the second replied in decline.
”Oh, then why do you want to kill us?” the young Don asked, pulling the trigger slightly to scare him a bit.
”Ooh,” Hermes grabbed the middle part of his gun and in one strike of its toughest part directly to the shooter's head, knocking him down so badly. ”Then, there's no need. The watchdog must leave behind. Stay there before your owner searches you and kindly kiss the ground you spit, it's making me feel sick, you prick. You're just wasting my time. If you don't mind, may I take this as my memento.” He removed his clothes and left the unconscious man n.a.k.e.d.
As Hermes examined the outfit, he finally knew the men trying to kill them. But he needed proof to prove his hypothesis was correct. He knew two subjects that could help him to uncover their unwelcome approach. So much bother to think when he compared this kind of event in a way, whereas he was searching for the best pesticide to kill a c.o.c.kroach.
A few minutes later, the young Don returned to the vehicle to check the children, carrying the cloak over his shoulder. They quickly embraced him when they opened their eyes.
”Kids, do you mind if I ask you for this? Do you recognized —”
”— Elder brother, I think I recognized that” Troy quickly replied, raising his hand so high.
”Elder brother, I also knew it too,” July said, tapping his sleeves.
”Oh, you know who was behind this then? Tell me.” the young Don carefully listened to the twins and after a few minutes, his eyes opened wide. ”Oh shit, we need to move. C'mon, kids!”
Meanwhile, Justin ran towards the grasslands and searched for the culprit. The person who caused harm to his beloved boss.
”Where are you, you doughebag. Where could you be hiding?” he murmured.
Thereafter, the sniper began to shoot, targetting his head but when he spotted his face, he felt creeped out. He found him in the open field smiling in delight. He got chilled on his spine, sweating and shaking a lot from head to toe at peril when he saw him so might. When he almost pulled out the trigger, Justin disappeared in his scope. The shooter quickly tried to search for him and drew out his radio, calling for reinforcement. However, his radio dropped in his hand and his body had been paralyzed when someone used both of his knees to put him down. Near his throat was slightly bleeding from the hands of the black butler. He couldn't turn his head and knew it was the person he was shooting earlier. If he made a move, he would surely die instantly.
”You lowly lifeform, trying to kill my boss on his trip to the village. Do you have any last words, hitman?” Justin slowly rolled his pointing finger to the shooter's throat, a small portion of blood dripped out.
The shooter sweated in fear, realizing the person he was facing was a monster.
”W-who are you then? Why do you guys want to go to our village?” the shooter asked.
”Hoo, you dare to return a question? I was the one who must be answered and not you. Oh well, you're going to die anyway so what's the good reason to answer it.” the butler raised his right hand, readied to slice his neck in quick execution.
”W-w-wait!”