HIS DARK OBSESSION (Unknown Intentions)

**Same night – A secret hideout**

Lustre and his friends arrived at the place in his car —the car making a screeching sound as that came to an halt.

They came down from the car. The dim moon casting longs shadows to objects or anything around.

It was an empty warehouse. They walked into the building all black and their faces covered with masks except Lustre.

He believed that he did not need to hide his face if he wanted to end someone's life.

He walked in with his signature calmness—hands in the pockets and dressed in black.

Jet-black turtleneck, tailored coat and combat boot was what he wore—which whispered in wealth and death.

His prey was tied to a chair. His head covered with a black cloth sack.

Everywhere was creepy and dimly lit by and old flickering light bulb which was overhead.

Lustre slowly removed his hands from his pockets bringing out two switchblade knives in the process—one on his right and the other on the left.

He walked towards his prey and removed the sack cloth harshly.

Fear was written all over his face as he looked at Lustre. "Pl–ease, spare me!" he pleaded fearfully with trembling lips and struggling in the tight grip of the rope.

Lustre just stared blank at him. No smile. No mercy. Only murder on his mind.

The boys knew better than anyone that anytime they were being summoned by Lustre, it was either blood or business or both.

"You're the imbecile behind that message?" he asked lowly but deadly.

"Pl–ease, it was not inten...tional, it...was a joke I –"

BANG!!!

Alexei gave him a spin kick with his boots before he could even finish. Blood splattered on the ground from his face.

Lustre walked closer to him gripping the knives in his hands firmly.

" A joke? I hate clowns!" he muttered with disdain.

"Who sent you?" he asked, his voice growing colder and more deadly each moment he talked.

The man kept quiet and looked down clamping his trembling lips.

Lustre didn't hesitate to bring the two knives to the man's body slashing his chest with it.

He gave a loud cry. One that screamed agony and pain.

"I want answers!" Lustre roared but got no answers only groans from him.

Lustre slashed and stabbed his arms, legs cheeks, shoulder blades but got no answer from him only his cries.

Blood oozed out from every part of his body, creating a pool of it under his chair. His clothes already drenched with blood. The stench of blood filled everywhere and was so suffocation.

Lustre pulled down the man's pants and boxers. His dick popping out and they nearly bursted into laughter at the small size.

"N–no! Please– don't!" he stuttered in pains but Lustre cared less.

He raised his knife up and brought it down to his dick.

"STOPP!!! IT IS ANDREI ORLOV!!!" he shouted before te knife could reach his precious thing.

Lustres hands froze in the air and looked at him with rage in his eyes trying to confirm if it was the truth.

"I swear... I am say–ing the truth!"

Lustre gave a nod his gaze darkening in the process and gave a deep stab on the man's dick.

"That's for wasting my time!"

A cry of agony erupted from his lips, his body trembled on the chair and the rope tied to him added more to the pain because of the struggle.

Blood pumped out of his dick like rushing water.

"You don't deserve a slow, painful death. I would have spared you but I have promised to kill you." Lustre muttered and signaled for two of his men to come closer.

"Burn him alive and dump his dead body in front of the Orlovs mansion!" he ordered and signaled his friends to get going.

"Please! Pl–ease spare... me. Mas–terrrr!!!!" he cried out shouting with the remaining strength left in him.

Lustre didn't look back at all. He just walked out with his friends—entered the car and zoomed off.

**Meanwhile — on the street of Moscow**

Luxury walked through the street in the night, her boots made a thud sound as she walked on the cold floor

Her hidden pistol was gripped tight in her pockets.

The air felt so chilly. Everywhere so quiet.

She knew something was off. She turned to a corner and that was when she heard a faint clang—smelling burnt substance at a distance.

She cocked her gun walking steadily—her senses sharpened like a blade.

She heard footsteps approaching and hid being a building.

Two men past by holding a sack while speaking in Russian.

She wasn't fluent in Russian but she was able to pick the meaning of what they were saying.

Her breathe hitched when she heard what they said.

It was no other person than Lustre Orlov.

She followed them silently. Her instincts were screaming but she needed answers.

They got to the warehouse and she stopped at a distance watching them.

They brought out a burnt body and placed it in the sack.

"Wow! So they are more than two" she exclaimed in her mind.

"one...two...three...five of them. Damn!" she cursed.

She walked carefully to get a closer look at what was happening—her gun still in her hands for defense.

"So he has already killed someone this night!"

Suddenly, a phone rang nearby and they stopped and turned.

She cursed at herself. It was in her pocket.

She brought it out to check and saw it was Romeo.

"Who's there? Hey!!" one of the men shouted and ran towards her direction.

Luxury broke into a sprint before they could even catch her.

After some time she got into her house catching her breath like an over stressed dog.

She saw Romeo on the couch waiting for her.

She explained everything to him apart from the part where she knew Lustre and he attends the same university as her.

**Lustre's lair – Midnight**

The scent of blood still lingered on him.

He say in his black leather chair. He wiped his knives carefully like it was his beloved.

The kill had satisfied something in him but it wasn't enough. There was a raging storm of thoughts in his mind.

Luxury!!!

He leaned back to his seat after he pushed his chair to his glass workspace. On it was his laptop which was showing a blurred street footage his men sent over—showing two figures running through an alley.

One of them was her.

He could recognize her to be the one but doesn't know why he could.

He watched it again and slowly zoomed it on her. Her face and masked by shadow and turned toward the camera. Even in the blur, her face still disturbed him inwardly.

He wondered who she was. "Those reflexes and speed..." he muttered comparing them to what he saw earlier in school today and it seemed alike.

He knew Luxury was just a normal average person. He was not some femboy. There was something hidden under those femboy attitudes.

He wanted to know more about her.

"He is in the street in the midnight with a gun!" he muttered, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

I won't dig into you for know, I need the third reason to do that!" he muttered and closed his eyes humming a song that only him knew.

**The next morning – Orlovs mansion**

Just in the early morning everywhere was lousy in the compound. A guard ran into the the Orlovs mansion meeting the Pakhan—Andrei Orlov who leads the Orlovs Family.

The guard gave his greetings to Andrei and he signaled the guard to speak up.

"There is a burnt body infront of the mansion covered inside a sack." he announced but Andrei kept calm. "Here is the letter attached to it!" the guard handed the letter to him.

Andrei read it and gave a smirk.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU DID ANDREI, AND I HAVE SENT IT BACK TO YOU. THIS WAS THE SIMPLEST DEATH I COULD THINK OF.

HAVE FUN WITH YOUR CORPSE!"

Lustre drew a sign of death as the closing.

Andrei needed no one to tell him that it was his son—Lustre Orlov.

He gave a proud smile and told the guard to dismiss the corpse.

"I knew he wouldn't last long, but this was too fast!" he let out a chuckle—cool but deadly.

I know Lustre never disappoints me, I am proud of you son!" he added letting out a sinister laugh.

"Luxury Styles..." he whispered the name. "Better be lost and lost for good!" she talked to himself and gave dark smile.