Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss Chapter 309 309: Hector

For Chris, Alia, and Alda, this was their first ti… their first ti to experience sothing like this… sothing so terrifying that it goes deep into their souls and feels like it wants to rip itself out of their bodies… their first ti experiencing true evil… because Hector was that.

And it was more frightening than they ever thought it could be… like when they witnessed Jas, his anger, his inner struggles and with it, what he truly is.

This man who is rising to power through the blood, the countless bodies, his na was forged by death and blood, by screams and silence. That's how he was able to reach the point, the top he stands on.

And they knew it, of course they knew it. They knew the stories, heard about them, saw the news about shootings, murders, bodies found in bags or dismbered on the streets, in barrels in the lake… they knew about it, but deep down, all of them wanted to actually not believe it.

They had no reason to actually do anything with it… they were nothing more than people working in the house, cleaning, cooking, housekeeping and nothing more.

They are not soldiers, no sicarios, no killers, but people making a living in their own professions. But one thing they knew better than ever was that the ti would co when they were going to witness sothing that would change not just their perception and understanding of what was truly happening what they were truly a part of but it was going to change their whole being.

And now, that was exactly what was happening, because even though Jas looked threatening and nacing in a way, even though he terrified them, threatened Alda with the worst death… now they truly saw what it really ant. They saw exactly how Jas was able to top the ga, because the one who had more blood on his hands in the family, the one that made the Bellini family what they are today, was him… Hector Bellini.

It's just different from Jas. With Jas, it's easier to understand what kind of situation they're in, how bad things really are, how deeply they're trapped. Because Jas, even with all his cruelty, is still human in so strange way. He listens when people speak, sotis he even agrees, or at least pretends to. There's a part of him that still understands others, even if he chooses not to care.

But Hector… Hector isn't like that. He isn't the kind of man who listens, not the kind who gives anyone a chance to speak, not even for a second. He doesn't argue, doesn't question, doesn't explain. His presence alone says everything, that he is above them, beyond them, untouchable. When he looks at soone, it isn't the way a person looks at another person.

It's the way soone looks at an insect before crushing it under their foot.

He thinks of himself as the superior one, the only one that truly matters. To him, people are just small things crawling around, making noise, living aningless little lives. The only voices he listens to are those of people he considers equl to him, or higher and that list is short.

Everyone else is nothing. Not enemies, not even threats, just things that exist until he decides they shouldn't anymore.

And that's what makes him terrifying, because with Jas, there's still a chance to survive if you say the right thing or do what he wants. But with Hector… it doesn't matter what you say. It doesn't matter if you beg, cry, or scream. With him there are no second chances and now for Chris, Alia, and Alda, sitting before Hector feels like they are in front of sothing that isn't even human anymore, sothing that believes it has every right to decide who should live and who should die.

And the worst part was… he truly believed he was right.

That was exactly why Alda realized she had just made the biggest mistake of her life… by thinking she could raise her voice against Hector. No, no you just couldn't and the most terrifying part in it was that he didn't kill her right away, because from that mont on, she knew he had already decided. She knew he was going to do sothing. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but the next ti… he would. And when he did, it would be sothing so horrible, so grueso, that people wouldn't even whisper about.

That is who Hector is. He doesn't kill in a rush, he waits. He makes you live with fear, lets it eat you from the inside, until you start wishing he'd just end it already. He loves that part, the waiting, the silence, the control, because to him, that is what makes him human. That is what makes him feel alive.

And that is what makes him good at what he does. That is why he is the man standing beside Jas.

He loves to play because the ga is his way of showing the underworld that power belongs to him, and no one else and now it is clearer than ever to them… and from this situation there is no way out.

There is nothing they can do to earn his trust, because there is no trust with him. In his eyes, there are instincts and nothing more… and those he does trust are either on the sa level as him or even more dangerous and fucking crazy.

And it was just him… yeah because of him their bodies refused to move, their whole being simply refused to exist in that mont, while they could feel the blood in their mouths, while their noses were filled with that sll.

They had seen danger before, they had seen blood, fear, and death. But this… this was different. For the first ti in their lives, they understood what it ant to look at soone and know that no rcy existed inside them.

"I said clean it, didn't I?" Hector asked, still with that faint smile on his face, while Alda herself still was frozen just looking up ahead trying to just… create a false reality. "Hey, Alda," he said again, but now actually moved toward her, and then slowly reached out his hand, pulling her chin up to et his eyes. "Clean it."

"…Ye-s…" She whispered as a tear slowly started to roll down her face, looking into that void in Hector's eyes… then, slowly shaking, she grabbed the towel on the side.

She knelt down into the blood and started wiping it from the floor, all while under pure shock. Maybe she didn't even understand what he was doing or why… she just wiped and wiped, while the dead woman's eyes stared at her… those wide-open, lifeless eyes looking straight into hers.

"Good. Now, excuse , I have so other people to question," he said, and with that, he was out of the living room, out of the chaos he had created with Ramiezer… and maybe it wasn't just chaos. Maybe what he had created was… a faint fire burning inside them… and maybe, just maybe, he did it on purpose to see… what would happen next.