(Jax glared coldly)

CHAPTER 02

"Sorry but nothing is fair in love and war…" Paul said, smiling triumphantly, before pulling the trigger. I rolled to the side and the bullet Pierced through the glass floor creating a loud shrill sound. Paul frowned, firing another bullet at me. I moved to the side avoiding the hit but the bullet managed to graze my arms.

Groaning as blood trickled down from my right arm, I discreetly pulled out the Lupara that was hidden in my windbreaker. "Paul can't die because only him knows where that crazy animal, Fernandez is?" I mumbled, Reminding myself not to act rash. "You won't leave here alive Mister. It is either you or me. And right it's obvious that you're going down" Paul said, firing at me.

Calculating and predicting wrongly, he shot at me and I pulled the trigger, giving him a total hit on his knees. "Nothing is fair in love and war.." I returned his words with a smirk. Paul growled and groaned. He fired at me but nothing came out. "Gone are his bullets". I smiled triumphantly.

I sent another shot at his other leg and he fell on his knees. "You're right, It's either you or me. Now you're going down" I snarled, stabbing the Arabian knife through his back. A loud groan erupted from Paul's lips and it kinda gave me a certain feeling. That kind of feeling…Uhn.. what is it called again?? Oh yeah I remember now. The feeling of satisfaction.

The door burst open and a group of my men led by Saturn, my second in command sauntered in. "Boss, all the areas have been cleared. But there's no sign of Fernandez." Saturn, reported. "I know that. This goat here is responsible. Take him away and make him speak or chop off his cock and make it a barbeque for him to eat" I ordered, pointing at the bloody Paul whose groans kept echoing non-stop. "Yes boss. As you've ordered" Saturn, bowed, dragging Paul's bloodied body from my precious sight.

"Blow up this entire place. This is going to be the end of Fernandez's Mafia clan and will also be a lesson to other Clans" I ordered the men and they left. "Show yourself… it's a command" I said, smirking, remembering the gasp I heard from the wall behind me when I gave out my last order to my men. One thing about me is, I leave no traces. Any and every evidence on me or related to me, needs to be eliminated.

LAS VEGAS (Sin City)

Eléonor, Breath out in relief when she arrived at her hideout. That was close. She sighed. "Your tricks were almost seen through. I'm surprised!" Crystal cried, yanking Ele into her embrace. "Urh! Stop crushing my bones, you damn fighter" She mumbled. "Huh! That was just a hug," Crystal said, pushing her away. "you can do that "just"? You almost broke my bones" Eléonor argued. "Tsk! How can the bones of a person who can easily take down six burly bouncers in a boxing arena, be easily crushed by me?" Crystal retorted, tying her head band.

"Stop exaggerating. That was only possible because they weren't strong enough" Eléonor muffled yanking the sneakers off her legs. "Didn't that mean you're stronger than them?" Crystal countered."Gosh crystal, you're truly annoying.What did you bring for dinner?"

"Was gonna ask you, where the hell did you get this pair of the latest Gucci outfit and Versace sneakers?"

"the usual means. And guess what, today went so awesomely" Eléonor replied. She brought out two pieces of clothing and threw them at Crystal. "A new pair of underwear for you," Eléonor said, throwing the clothing at Crystal. "oh! Wow! These look sexy" Crystal fantasised, catching the clothing."And revealing" Eléonor, rolled her eyes. "how can it be sexy if it's not revealing?" She pouted her lips. "whatever!!"

"Did this bra and pants come with the set of clothings?"

"yes"

"It's the first time I'm satisfied with the fact that your boobs are bigger than mine," Crystal grinned. Eléonor, Rolled her eyes. Looking around and seeing that there is no one around, she pulled off the baggy red shirt and then removed the chest binding.

"How many times will I tell you to learn to have some shame? Are you trying to show off your front asset?" Crystal cried out.

"Are you in pain?" Eléonor asked, putting on a bra, then an old worn out baggy black shirt. "How can I not be in pain?" Crystal wailed. She took off her brown shirt and then removed the chest binding. She took the bra, ele, just gave her, wore it and then wore another piece of brown shirt."Here!!" Eleonor said, handing two thousand dollars to Her. Crystal gasped. "such a huge amount. I was going to show off the one thousand dollars I profited"

"Aww!" Eléonor, mocked. She brought out another two thousand dollars, from her pocket."All in one paper bag" she grinned. "Are you sure you didn't steal my luck today?" Crystal asked, snatching the money from Eléonor.

"I'm guilty of the crime" Eléonor Smirked and they both chuckled. "Additional five thousand dollars today. We now have thirty two thousand dollars. Eighteen thousand dollars more and we'll be able to rent a living apartment. Today is one of the best day of our entire life"They both shared a joyous laughter.

Eleonor, pulled off the black shorts and then wore a knee length flay skirt. Same for Crystal. Packing their cloth into a big trash bag, When Crystal suddenly groaned. "Huh? What's wrong?" Eleonor, asked with concern written all over her face. "I forgot to tell you, i signed up for the both of us for black ring boxing game tonight at 9pm"

"you did what?" Eléonor, shrieked.

"Those guys are fighting monsters! Do you Want us to get beaten to death"

"I don't think so. And I'm confident in our skills. Plus, in each match, the winner is given ten thousand dollars. Isn't that worth it?"

"Ten thousand dollars in each match?" Ele, calculated the amount of money she'll accumulate in ten different matches if she wins. She grinned. "Alright, we just have to make sure we win" Crystal bobbed her head like the little follower she is. "We'll definitely win. Now let's go over to the fish market. We sure gonna have a delicious dinner before the match"

"Yeah, let's go. It's almost 6pm already"

[ Crystal Dash, Eléonor Buck's best friend. They've been friends since they were seven years old.

Don't mess with her, there's no room for forgiveness.

She's a crazy male fighter during the day.. A beautiful female seductress at dawn... A lousy sleeper at night... She has a nickname, the brown shirt ]

ROCCO CLAN

JAX OFFICE

"Boss" Lars, greeted respectfully. Jax nodded. "Speak!" he ordered.

"The young lad whose details you've ordered to find.."

"Yes?"

"Erm! Boss, the thing is that,, urm! There's not much information about that young man. The only thing i could find despite all the resources is that they call him 'the beautiful prince' "

"Boss please punish me for my incompetence"

Jax looked up from the file he was reading. He glared coldly at Lars.

"Get out! Don't return until you find something worthy of my time. You should understand what i mean when i say Get Out"

Lars, trembled in fear. Boss is ordering him to get out of his clan.

"Boss, I'll find something worthy of your precious time." he scurried out without waiting for Jax to dismiss him again..

Jax adjusted his collar. His office door pushed open. Without raising his head to look, he already knew the fly that dared to enter his office without knocking."done with the deal?"

"yes. I'm so reliable right?" Ryder asked, waiting to be complimented. Jax made no response to him. Ryder, frowned. "Don't you know how to appreciate a friend?"

"Of what benefit does the mission you've just completed bring me?"

"Ten" Ryder said, raising his ten fingers.

"Just ten?" Jax glared coldly. Ryder's lips trembled. "you mean ten billion is nothing to you?"

"You should understand better than anyone," he said, standing up from his work chair, picking his suit jacket and hanging it around his broad shoulders.

"take ten percent as your commission, give ten percent to the men that accompanied you to complete your mission. Then, ten percent to the orphanage and then another ten percent to the boxing arena. Divert the remaining sixty percent to the private account of clan" jax, ordered. Picking up his dark trilby hat and fixing it on his head, jax, strolled out of his office, not minding the pleasant and satisfied smile on Ryder's face.

"Welcome, boss" Jax's private driver greeted, opening the door of the limo. He made no attempt to reply, which wasn't anything surprising. "Where are we going to boss?" the driver asked carefully.

"Rocco corps"

The driver ignited the engine. Just then, Lars called jax. "Boss, that young lad signed up for tonight's boxing competition in black ring" Jax raised his brows in amusement. "Is that so?" he asked.

"Yes boss!"

"alright, send me the location"

"As you've ordered, boss. Is there anything more?"

"Get Ryder to the location"

"sure Boss"

Jax, casually thru the phone aside without disconnecting the call. Lars, on the other hand, did not dare hang up on his boss…

ROCCO CORPS.

Jax, Majestically strolled in like a king, walking into his kingdom. Well, it's not totally wrong. Jax had single handed built this corporation from scratch. Although he rarely stops by at the company, it flourishes rapidly with each passing second.

The Employees from the front desk, up to the vice president of corporation including the janitors and cleaners, were taught to stand straight, bow and greet the grand boss, no matter how old you were. Even if he (Jax) does Not Respond. Standing straight and tall, greeting while bowing, were several fearful employees. Their knees were weakened but they did their best, masking it from the sight of their big boss.

Jax smirked, seeing through the facade of their confidence. He turned toward the direction of the vice president.

"You have fifteen minutes to prepare for a general meeting. With not just the H.R department but the entire professional worker in the cooperation"

Mr. Hunter, the vice president, broke into a cold sweat. "Yes, boss," he replied. Jax snarled. He motioned a tall, one like gentleman employee to follow him.

JAX OFFICE

Jax sat behind a huge mahogany desk, eyes focused on the documents he was reading.

"Name"

"Axel Smith"

"position"

"Computer engineer, supervisor"

"talent"

"coding"

"come to me later, i have a job for you"

The tall and slim employee that looks no different from letter (l) raised his head, Eyes, looking straight at Jax in shock.

"I'll pardon you for breaking a rule. Now scram!!"

MEETING ROOM

The air was filled with the wind of antarctica. Jax brought out a pack of cigarettes. He removed a stick, held it between his ring finger and his pinky finger.(well, that's his style)* His aura, domineering and intimidating, making the employees doubt their own abilities..

She stood up under the eyes of the entire workers, confidently walking to Jax's seat. Her suit skirt, reaching the middle of her thighs. Her top, three buttons undone, showing off a full, spotless and succulent cleavage. She had a pretty face meant for seducing vixens. Batting her long lash in a butter manner, Sara bent a bit, letting her distractive cleavage come to view.

"May I light the stick for my boss?" she asked seductively, not daring to look up, but making sure her back asset could be easily seen. Sure enough, she knows how to do her job. Too bad, I've seen through her tricks" Jax thought. "Sure," he replied, smirking at her. Sara snarled, lighting his Cigar. "Come to my office later," he whispered provocatively....