In the room that Doll had just exited, Level-headed took a seat to ease the pressure that would be exerted on his feet if he remained standing. It was frowned upon for a subordinate to sit in his boss’ presence, but he was given a pass in this case.
His Boss said nothing about that; however, when Bull-headed tried to do the same, it earned him a glare.
Still trying to maintain his ’cool’ demeanour, Bullheaded stood right behind his partner, but his grievances were still there.
Level-headed knew that even though the issue they had at hand was supposed to be a tough nut to crack, their Boss might not be too happy at that interruption.
The small thugs were usually autonomous in their dealings but sometimes they needed to loop the main Boss into what was going on.
This autonomy privilege was solely for the Level-headed for obvious reasons. Almost all the thugs went by no name that could be traced back to their lives before they joined the gang.
He was called Level-headed because he could maintain his composure in most unexpected situations. Bullheaded... well, we need no explanation of his name. The ’Boss’ was because he was the Boss, at least among the thugs, and then the new addition, Doll, was because she looked like such.
The girl had long hair which fanned her face, paired with large eyes and long lashes, pouty lips, and coupled with the maid uniform she had been brought there in, she was the best definition of a doll. It was just not like a Barbie per se, but she was cute as could be.
One would wonder if her looks had compounded whatever error she had made with her previous employer. Some females were known to be like that. Their jealousy knew no bounds, and little mistakes could be turned into grave crimes!
Level-headed waited until his boss had taken his seat before he started.
This Boss was the same one whose ’dick’ had been bitten by Ava. It had taken him a long time to get himself healed and, in a place, to even look at another female like that. It goes to say that Ava had given the man a life’s lesson!
"Boss, we have sent the man to the small island over there to do some labour!"
The person referred to here was Ava’s brother, Marvin!
True to his words, Rocky had settled the matter with the thugs and gave them an offer that they could not resist.
As the son of their previous supplier and main boss, Rocky had some privileges with them, even if he did not want to associate with them.
It had been ingrained in them to follow such people, and in as much as they were lawless, they were loyal as fuck!
Elsewhere, on a much smaller island and very far away from T-Vino, Marvin suddenly sneezed! He wondered if someone was talking about him, but did he even have the privilege to have these kinds of thoughts?
He rubbed his nose and winced just from that action. He was bruised with his face swollen beyond recognition. Marvin did not even have the luxury of even stopping his actions for a moment.
He had had the weirdest and most brutal few days or weeks. Marvin was unsure as the days and hours had all been blurred together. He had thought that his ’nice sister ’would bear the brunt of his actions as she had been doing over the years, but Marvin was again not sure what had gone wrong.
Even after all this time had passed, he was still confused. How did he know this? The thugs who had ’abducted’ him had told him... it was more like they hammered it into him so that he would never forget.
Marvin had been doing his daily shenanigans and was in the middle of a drug-related ’transaction’ when they had caught and beaten him black and blue.
He shuddered at that day, especially when just the thoughts brought the pain back to the surface. His body did remember every kick, punch, and whip that he had received.
It had been a hellish few days for him after that. Even when Marvin had cried out to them to go to his sister for the money owed, it had all fallen on deaf ears. One of the conversations surfaced in his mind,
"What are you guys doing? I told you that my sister would pay for everything! Why are you doing thi-"
A heavy kick had landed on his stomach before he even finished that statement, making him cough out some blood then.
The thug who had been by Marvin then had spat on him in disgust.
"Man up to your actions and stop hiding behind your sister’s skirt! Does she have to pay your debts because she is your sister?"
"Of course! My parents raised her for free! She is indebted to me for life!" Marvin had screamed out in an entitled voice, only to be met with more rounds of punches. The man had taken it too personally as if Ava was his sister. In truth, despite his chosen profession, the man felt that Marvin was the worst of the worst for throwing his sister as a shield for him.
It looked like whatever Marvin had said had touched on the nerve of his perpetrator. Marvin had been beaten until he had fallen unconscious. When he came to, he had overheard a conversation that further told Marvin that Ava had a backing. This irritated him, but he could not do anything for her.
’I don’t know what man she had scored. Which man would even go through all these lengths for her?’
Marvin could not help but think, ’This does not make any sense! If she has some backing, why is Ava not getting me out by paying off the debt? She was not in the past!’
Unknowingly, Marvin had been standing wherever he was, lost in thoughts after his sneeze until the harsh whip touched his back.
"Ahhhhh!" He screamed up reactively and then let out a whelp of pain from the sudden movements of his muscles. He was cold, tired and hungry!
"Stop dillydallying and get to work!"
He turned to face the fierce stare of a man just behind him. Marvin’s heart skipped a beat, and then he turned to the work allotted to him.
Marvin had no idea where he was; he only knew that he had been brought to another island and ’given the chance’ to pay his debts. If Clara were here, she would have definitely recognized the place.
Marvin’s throat was patched, and his lips cracked. Any lax attitude landed him whips as he had just been given. His back was sore and bruised from the whip marks; his injuries from before coming there were not healed.
He was only given a small bottle of water per day, and he was on his feet for all of his waking moments. For food, he was only given a bun with no filling per day. He was told that his work would equal the treatment he got there, but that was only after he had paid off his debts. Marvin was basically treated like a slave.
For the amount Marvin owed, he knew it would be a long time before this was done.
He could complain to no one. Marvin had no access to the outside world, so how could he? He wished he could cry, but he could not even spare the strength for that.
He had just one task: picking out some flowerings from a large area of plants. Some other people were there with him, but he could not afford to have time to care about anyone’s situation but his own. He shivered in his light clothes and a small tear slid down his cheeks.
Back in the room, Level-headed waited for his Boss to nod about his initial report, before he went ahead and explained a few other things.
"Spit it out! How long are you going to dance around the point?"
Level-headed sighed and then brought the matter ahead.
"For the client who brought her over...." He made a nod towards the closed door for the Boss to understand whom he was referring to.
"... she had another task but...."
"What is the problem?"
"The target is the young Boss’ girl.... And we cannot touch her."
The mention of the young Boss’s girl was enough for the Boss to flinch as his ordeal surfaced in his mind. He was not the only one; the other two also temporarily visited their pain.
"This mistress ...." The Boss tapped on his chair’s armrest for a while and then said,
"Do I have to decide everything for your guys?! Just return the money to her!"
".... But what of ...."
"Do you want to go against him? I know we cannot go against her, but with the young Boss’ current backing, he is more dangerous than she is, so just return it to her! I don’t want any issues!"
The Boss stood up and left them. Level-headed released a sigh. They were between a rock and a hard place with both clients, but their Boss was right.
"Let’s go!" He said, trying to get himself up with Bullheaded’s help.
As they were talking, Doll had been behind the door listening. Despite her injuries, her heart trembled at the words heard and her eyes narrowed just as the door swung open.
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