"I'll ask you one last time. Why did you betray us?" The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and folded his hands as he looked at his prey in the eye. His forest green eyes were barely devoid of any emotion. His chestnut brown hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie lay loosened around his neck.

Even if he did not show any emotion, a dark and dangerous air filled the room, forcing everyone to suck in a deep breath. The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again.

"Boss, you'll have to trust me." The man who was kneeling in front of the throne-like chair cried miserably. But no one pitied him. He had chosen the path of his own destruction and they could do nothing about it.

"Trust..." The man let out a chuckle all of a sudden and stood up, forcing the kneeling man to scoot further away from him in fear. "I do not trust anyone in this world, Marco. Anyone but my brother and you..." His smile slipped all of a sudden and as he glowered at the kneeling man while resembling nothing less than the Asura from hell. He took slow, agonizing steps towards the man and kicked him in the chest, sending him howling in pain.

"And you happened just to target him. What should I say?" He clicked his tongue and sighed lightly, not even caring about the man he had just kicked. "Either you are brave or utterly foolish."

"Reuel." The door opened suddenly, forcing everyone to look at the intruder in horror. Who in their sane minds would even enter the room when their Boss was handling matters? Only an idiot who did not cherish his life and wanted a quick death.

All the men stiffened suddenly when they saw who had entered the room. Although he seemed brighter than the sun with his sunshine smile, only they knew how dark and frightening he was. It was truly their unlucky day to have been in the two menacing men's vicinity when they were filled with rage and vengeance.

The man in question remained unfazed and he walked in, more like he limped inside as he stared at the kneeling man.

"What are you doing here, Azael?" Reuel ran a hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh as he waited for his brother to reply.

"Is he the one?"

"Yes."

"Then, why are you even keeping him alive?" Azael looked at the man as though he was nothing but dirt he would never step on. "It's not like he is gonna lay golden eggs."

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Reuel did not even have the time to say a word when Azael pulled out his gun and shot the man right in between his eyes, the dead man's blood splattering on the walls, dying them red.

"Let's go. I'm bored."

"Azael." Reuel shook his head, allowing his twin to drag him out of the room, towards the parking lot. Although he was still worried about his younger brother, he did not stop him and allowed him to take the passenger seat.

If it was any other time, Reuel would not have entertained such an action from Azael. Since he knew it was all just momentary and his brother would come down from the high of getting out of the mansion after a week, he let it go.

"Where do you want to go?" Reuel started the car, not caring about the dead body that now lay in the basement. His men would take care of it.

"I have been dying to go to the club. Let's go." Azael smirked and Reuel let out a chuckle.

"You lasted longer than I thought."

"What did you have in mind?" Azael raised his brows playfully.

"A day or two max. You lasted a whole week. Now that you are back, get your ass working. I'm tired of handling your work." Reuel gritted and Azael yawned loudly.

"I will. I got a break after a long time. Lemme cherish it for a few more days." Azael winked at his brother, who just rolled his eyes in return.

Reuel did not force him on that, allowing him to take his time to return to work. If not for the accident, Azael would have continued to work his ass off and tormented himself to exhaustion. The accident had served to give his brother a break while at the same time, trap the moles in their empire.

"If only we had a submissive to...." Azael commented all of a sudden after some time and Reuel glanced at him for a moment as he too pursed his lips.

It had been months now since they started searching for a submissive with no results. No lady caught their eye, one who could please them both at the same time. Although the women came to them on their own accord, hoping to gain a lavish life in return, that was far from what the brothers wanted.

"We will find one, Azael. Do not worry." Reuel assured although he was unassured himself.

Silence hung over the constrained space and it was not until the duo reached the private parking lot in the club that they let out a breath of relief.

"I need to have a word with the bartender down here. You may go in first." Reuel handed the car key to the already waiting guard, who took it from him without a word.

"Sure." Azael started towards their private entrance only to stop suddenly. "And Reuel, keep an around you. What if we find the perfect lady for us today?" He winked at him before he entered the elevator that led him to the top while Reuel entered the corridor that led him to the entrance of the club.

Finding a submissive here, at this part of the club was tough luck and Reuel let out a chuckle as he nodded at the bouncers before entering the place. It was just like usual, crowded, sweaty and noisy.

Pressing a hand on his forehead, Reuel sucked in a deep breath as he took a step inside. However, before he could make it to the bartender, he collided heavily with someone. A flood of mild and soothing fragrance assaulted his nose. The scent of lily of valley. But before he could take a good look at the lady, she had apologized and vanished from the place.

All he could see was the exposed back of a lady and Azael's words returned to his mind immediately.

"What if we find the perfect lady for us today?"