Good Relationship

(He stretches his hands on both sides of his seat and crosses his leg over it. His dead silent eyes slowly examine you bound in front of him and the corners of his lips curl.) "I finally found you, little bastard." (He narrows his eyes in disgust and sighs deeply.)

(Alex's eyes widen in surprise and his body tenses up. He forcefully pushes you away and stares at you with disgust.)

"Don't touch me, you filthy individual. How dare you disrespect me in such a manner. You will pay for your actions."

<Alex stands up from his seat and takes out a switchblade from his pocket. He walks around you with the knife in hand, staring at you coldly.>

"What makes you think you have the right to do such a thing? Do you have any idea who I am? You should be grateful that I don't end your life here and now."

<Alex continues to circle around you, watching you carefully.>

(Alex stops circling around you and stands in front of you, holding the knife tightly in his hand. He narrows his eyes and tilts his head slightly.)

"You used to be a part of a mafia? Interesting. What made you leave, or did they toss you out like the trash you are?"

<Alex takes a step forward, bringing the knife closer to your face. His expression is cold and calculated.>

"Either way, it doesn't matter what you used to be. You're in my territory now, and I call the shots. You better learn to show some respect before I have to teach you a lesson."

(Alex scoffs at your words and looks at you with a mixture of disgust and amusement.)

"You think you're so high and mighty, don't you? You claim to have been the deadliest assassin and yet, you sit here before me like a pathetic excuse for a human being."

<He leans in closer, still holding the knife tightly.>

"Don't try to lecture me on the value of human life. I know exactly what I've done and I don't need anyone to tell me otherwise. And as for your age, it doesn't matter to me. I've seen people much younger than you die because they couldn't keep their mouths shut."

"But if you want to prove yourself, you can work for me. I could use someone with your skills. Just know that if you betray me, there will

"You heard me. You could be useful to me, but you have to prove that you are loyal. Betray me, and I'll make sure you regret it."

<He pauses for a moment, studying your reaction.>

"Think about it. I'll be waiting for your answer."

<With that, Alex turns around and walks away, disappearing into the shadows.>

As you follow Alex, you notice that he seems to know where he's going. He walks with confidence and purpose, leading you through some dark alleyways and deserted streets. Finally, you arrive at a small, rundown building.

"Wait here," Alex says as he disappears inside the building.

You can hear muffled voices and the sound of footsteps coming from inside. After a few minutes, the door opens again and Alex steps out.

"Come with me," he says, gesturing for you to follow him inside.

The building is dimly lit and smells of stale air and sweat. Inside, you are greeted by a group of tough-looking men and women who are all armed to the teeth. They stare at you with suspicion and hostility, clearly not happy about your presence.

Alex leads you to a back room where a man is sitting behind a desk, counting stacks

(The man behind the desk looks up at you, studying you for a moment before nodding in agreement.)

"If it's alright with Alex, then you can go ahead. We could use some extra help around here."

<Alex nods slightly, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.>

"Alright, but don't think you're in charge here. You follow my orders, got it?"

<He turns to leave the room, but not before giving you a warning look>

"I'll be watching you."

<As he walks away, you can sense the tension in the room lifting slightly. The others seem more relaxed now that Alex is gone.>

(The man behind the desk motions for you to come closer, and you begin working with him to teach the others better combat skills.)

(The man listens intently as you teach him various combat techniques, absorbing the knowledge with a focused expression on his face. When you ask him if he's memorized it all, he nods in agreement.)

"Yeah, I've got it. You're really good at this. I've learned more from you in an hour than I have in months of training with the others."

<He pauses for a moment, clearly impressed with your skills.>

"Can you teach me more? I want to learn everything you know."

(You can see the hunger in his eyes as he speaks, and you realize that he is truly dedicated to becoming a better fighter.)

<Alex looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement as you pick up the gun and shoot the bottle from 200 meters away. He chuckles lightly, clearly impressed with your skills.>

"Impressive. I didn't expect you to have such good aim."

"But don't get too cocky. There are plenty of people out there who are better shots than you."

"So, how did you like working with the others? Did you teach them anything useful?"

<Alex watches you leave, his eyes following your every move. When you mention your lack of clothes, he chuckles to himself.>

"That's not my problem. You'll have to figure that out on your own."

"Besides, it's not like you need clothes where we're going."

<He grins wickedly, clearly enjoying his little game of cat and mouse with you.>

"What the hell are you doing?" he asks, shaking his head in disbelief.

<Despite his initial reaction, he seems to be somewhat impressed by your abs.>

"I suppose I might have something you can wear. But you're going to owe me for this."

<He gestures for you to follow him as he leads you to a nearby closet. Digging through the clothing inside, he tosses you a plain grey t-shirt and a pair of black pants.>

"There. Now go get dressed and don't make a mess of my clothes."

<He walks away without another word, leaving you alone in the room to change.

<Alex turns to you with an expression of disbelief and irritation on his face, clearly fed up with your antics.>

"Are you serious? You really think I care about your underwear situation?"

<He shakes his head in disbelief, clearly frustrated with you.>

"Just go commando or something, I don't care. But don't let it be my problem."

<With that, he turns and walks away from you, clearly done with the conversation.>

<Alex turns around to face you with a cold, hard expression on his face as you swear at him.>

"You watch your mouth, or you won't be working with us much longer."

<As you mention being followed, Alex narrows his eyes in suspicion and looks around.>

"Who is it? Do you know?"

<He reaches for the gun at his waist, preparing for whatever might come next.>

"I know this guy. He's one of our competitors in the area. Looks like he got what he deserved for following us."

<He turns back to you, a glint in his eye.>

"Good job. You're starting to show promise."

<Alex glances down at your stomach as it growls, his expression softening slightly.>

"You're not weak, but you still have a lot to learn. You have to be stronger both physically and mentally if you want to survive in this world."

<He pauses for a moment, considering your hunger.>

"I'll have someone bring you food. But don't expect me to coddle you. You need to toughen up if you want to be a part of my team."

<Alex raises an eyebrow as he watches you break the punching bag with ease, impressed by your strength. But when you mention the man's name being Alex, his expression darkens.>

"That's my little brother you're talking to," he growls. "Watch how you speak about him."

<He steps in front of his brother, shielding him from you.>

"I won't let you hurt him."

<Alex's expression turns even more hostile as you continue to laugh and asks about his brother.>

"His name is not important," he says coldly. "And I don't trust you enough to give you any personal information about my family."

<He crosses his arms, clearly prepared to defend his brother at any cost.>

"So why don't you save us both the trouble and get out of here."

"Fine, I'll have someone bring you food. But don't think that means you're off the hook. You still have a lot to prove if you want to work with us."

<He snaps his fingers, and one of his men approaches him.>

"Bring this guy some food," he commands. "And make sure it's enough to shut him up."

<With that, the man nods and scurries off to find some food for you. Alex then turns back to you, crossing his arms once more.>

"Now, tell me. What can you do? Why should I let you be a part of my team?"

"I don't need any more proof of your fighting abilities. I've seen enough from you already."

<He uncrosses his arms and takes a step closer, his voice low and dangerous.>

"But I want to make this clear to you, once and for all. If you so much as lift a finger against any of my people, it won't just be your hand you'll be losing. Do you understand me?"

"Think very carefully before you accuse my people of doing anything," he warns you sternly. "They wouldn't dare to harm me or my family, and they know what will happen if they even try."

<He takes a step back, still keeping an eye on you as you eat the soup.>

"As for me wanting to kill you, I have no need to. Not yet, anyway. Just make sure you don't cross me or any of my people, and we won't have any problems."

<Alex quickly steps forward and catches you before you hit the ground, supporting your weight carefully. His expression is grim as he looks down at the wound in your stomach, clearly deep and dangerous.>

"Looks like you're more useful than I thought," he mutters under his breath as he assesses the injury. "Hold still, I'll stop the bleeding."

<He quickly tears off a piece of his shirt and presses it against the wound, applying pressure to stop the blood flow.>

"Don't move," he orders you. "I'm taking you to our doctor. He'll fix you up."

<With that, he picks you up in his arms and rushes you towards the nearest safehouse, his face set in a determined frown. You can feel his muscles tense with the effort of carrying you, but he doesn't slow down.>

"Keep

your eyes open," Alex urges you as he carries you inside the safehouse. "You're going to be alright."

<Inside, you see his other men quickly springing into action. One of them hurries over with a first aid kit, while another brings some water.>

"Stay with me," Alex says, his voice low but urgent. "Don't die on me yet."

<He stays by your side as the doctor works to patch up your wound, his expression growing tense and worried as time passes. Eventually, the doctor finishes his work, and Alex helps you sit up carefully.>

"You're lucky," he tells you, his voice still serious. "That wound could have done a lot worse if we didn't act quickly."

"I'm not doing this because I

like you," he says bluntly. "But if you're going to keep being useful to me, I need you alive and well."

<You notice a flicker of something in his eyes, perhaps gratitude or respect, before he schools his expression back into his usual cold and controlled demeanor.>

"Rest up," he orders, his tone brooking no argument. "I don't want to see you up and about until you've fully recovered."

<He stands up to leave, but turns back to you before he goes.>

"And if I find out that you had anything to do with that attack, don't think I won't come after you," he warns you, his eyes hard.

<With that, he turns on his heel and strides out of the room, leaving you alone to recover.

<Alex turns towards you as you call out his name, but as the other man interrupts, he turns to face him.>

"What do you need?" he asks, his tone level and business-like.

The man proceeds to ask for more training, and Alex agrees to teach him.

"Fine," he says, nodding at the man. "Come over here tomorrow at the same time, and we'll continue the training."

<He turns back to you, a curt nod of acknowledgement.>

"You seem to have recovered quickly," he notes, his eyes unreadable as he regards you. "But don't push yourself too hard. Your body still needs time to heal properly."

<Alex's expression remains neutral as he responds to your question.>

"We have a shipment coming in tonight," he says, his voice devoid of any emotion. "I need you and the others to get ready. We're going to make sure it arrives safely."

<You can sense the tension in his body, and know that the mission ahead is crucial for their operations.>

"Be prepared," he adds, his tone sharp. "And don't make any mistakes."