The birth of a new villain

The birth of a new villain
Lito’s POV.
The scent of blood lingered in the room as I studied them. I monitored their senses, eyes darting, lips trembling and lungs dragging short breaths. Someone had betrayed me. And tonight, the truth would bleed out of them.
I never enjoyed torture. But when it is necessary to use hectic measures, pain is often the clearest language.
They both coughed in a pool of their blood and swollen faces. Our formation looked like that of an unbreakable triad formation.
“Conrad,” I said coldly, the weight of the room pressing against my voice. “I’m going to ask you again.” My gaze matching us to his. “Why did you give information to the New York cartel?”
His voice didn’t shake.
I wasn’t feared by him anymore.
That alone told me he thought I wouldn’t go too far. That because I had raised him and his twin sister, I wouldn’t cross a line.
He was wrong.
“You!” I turned to his twin.
“Why did you give the information out?”
I never heard her speak except when I questioned.
Her lips trembled, but her words were smooth. “We didn’t give out the information sir. We are your loyal servants. We’ve always been and we will never do anything to jeopardize that.”
Loyal servants indeed.
If it’s one thing servants aren’t, is loyal. In front of you, they presented a united front like sycophants. But behind you, they’re spitting into your food, serving it as dinner with a wide smile on their face.
“I guess that’s settled then.” I stood up from the chair, took a few steps backwards and pulled out a gun from my belt. I aimed for Conrad’s head and dumped in two bullets; the first one which was in case I missed with a second shot following as a confirmation of my kill.
Conrad slumped, his blood painting the floor beneath us.
His sister’s screaming and wailing receded as I left the room leaving her to grieve what was left of her brother who drowned in a pool of his blood.
A napkin was handed to me as I headed to my study, wiping my hands clean from my iniquities.
As I tossed the napkin to the floor, I grabbed a whiskey from my cabinet and poured myself a glass with two ice cubes leaving a chilling sensation on my tongue.
“…no way in hell he won’t want to see me now.” The voice of my trusted advisor, Lydia echoed from the hallways as she tried making her way into my office.
“Let her through.” from the authoritative tone of my voice, the door was parted for her to see me.
“They escaped. They couldn’t find them. Even after the whole slashing of tires and heavy gun machines. I told you it was…” She yapped continuously.
She paced through the room and her the pleasure of getting everything out of her system.
“Oh my God, Lydia!” I had to interrupt have to keep the bickering from disturbing the serenity my ears craved. “It was just a smokescreen. Something to get his attention.”
The clinging of the ice cubes now filled the room as the confession settled in her. She made funny faces as she always did whenever she felt defeated in a conversation or a game with her cheeks filled with air.
She moved over to my liquor cabinet and raided my vodka right in my very presence. I watched her slowly, thinking she was making a mistake for grabbing the wrong liquor. When she poured it, her intentions became clear to me.
“That vodka is over eight times your age.”
“And expensive. And divine, I presume.” She interrupted with the rest of my shot mid-sip.
“I’m not going to need to lock my liquor cabinet, will I? You never take the cheap stuff when you drink.”
“You and I both know there’s nothing cheap in this cabinet of yours. All the drinks in here are older than the both of us. I’m even sure the dust doesn’t come cheap.” She sat on the chair opposite me.

We both sat in silence enjoying the smell and taste of what we were each having. The chirping birds and rustling leaves outside the window amplified the peace I was in until she spoke again, putting a pause on my peace.
“If it was all just a smoke screen, what was the point of doing it to begin with?”
I looked at her wondering whether to answer her or to change the subject by asking a question that threw her off focus. A technique I used to avoid all the conversations I wanted to avoid, without any doubt.
“It’s to get his attention.” She stayed silent waiting for more, like a kid who wandered around her parent in the night to tell her stories that would make her dream into a world of fantastical liberation.
“He killed my brother, Andre, my twin.” Her jaws dropped and taking a look at her hand, the glass would have slipped off if her reflexes hadn’t kicked in. I knew she had a million questions to ask, so I gave her the details that were enough to satisfy her questions and curiosities.
“We were separated at birth. I clawed my way to become the man I am today. You know that. Realized I had a brother when I was almost. Started taking care of him, making things easier for him without him knowing who I was. All he knew was that he had a benefactor who took care of him somewhere. I never got the courage to tell him who I was. He was ambitious just like I am and takes uncalculated risks. Only for him to get tortured and killed before I got the chance to meet him.”
The rustling of the leaves outside became more audible and the skies grew darker. Lydia nodded her head unknowingly understanding things from my perspective.
“He has to burn along with everyone around him. I don’t know if I’ll ever be whole I don’t finish him off like he did Andre.”
“I am with you till the very end.” Lydia rose from the chair with her eyes burning with devotion. She grabbed my fingers from across the table locking eyes into mine to show her loyalty.
It was what I appreciated about her the most. She never complained but saw things through my own eyes and sometimes passed judgement like I would pass them. She was like my daughter.
All I needed was wait for the second phase to unfold itself. And when it did, no one, not even death,
would stop me from getting what I wanted.