"I see..." With bright eyes, Christian nodded, then turned to Fariha and asked "Can you teach me what you know about bombs and explosives?"
"Are you really interested!?" Raising her eyebrows and with obvious excitement, Fariha asked.
"Of course I am. I find it entertaining"
"It's most entertaining!" Nodded Fariha quickly, then pulling out a notebook among her clothes "Come, come closer, I'll show you the beauty of explosions and their artifacts!"
Smiling slightly, Christian nodded and began to listen to her attentively, while Fariha's eyes seemed to sparkle as she talked about her work.
...
1 Week Later.
"So you're telling me you managed to control all of Mexico because you kidnapped the president's husband?" Raising his eyebrows, Christian looked at Sofia in disbelief.
"I swear, I kidnapped him and people started joining me when they found out what I did. After that we blackmailed the president and got money, and since he gave us money we were able to blackmail him for corruption. Before we knew it we already had almost all of Mexico at our feet!" With pride, Sofia openly boasted to Christian "Even today, though I'm in jail, my daughter handles everything for me. I just have to send instructions to my lawyer"
"What is your sentence?"
Freezing her expression of arrogance, Sofia sighed "12 life sentences"
Chuckling, Christian said up "You're in deep shit"
"*Sigh*" Leaning on the table in a bad mood, Sofia just stared at Christian, then said "If you want to go to Mexico and you have any problems, contact my daughter. She can even move the army if you want"
"Just like that? I go to Mexico and tell her 'I know your mother'" Laughing lightly, Christian replies.
"No, you just have to say this..." Moving closer to Christian's ear, Sofia whispers "I have the juiciest, tightest pussy"
"..." Blinking for a few moments, Christian looks at Sofia quizzically "You're kidding, right?"
"No I'm not" Blushing slightly in embarrassment, Sofia said "I swear, that's code for her to know who's of my people or not"
Looking at Sofia closely, Christian smiled with amusement "You like to talk about your pussy, don't you?"
"What is important must be repeated many times" Winking at Christian, Sofia replied.
Sofia, nicknamed 'The Eagle Queen' in her home country, is 57 years old, has long brown hair, and her body was fat, something Sofia uses her good life to make excuses for, and that eating fancy meals every day of her life took its toll on her.
Rolling his eyes, Christian mockingly replied "90% of the women in this place like to talk about their pussies"
"They just want to impress you!" Agatha's voice was heard from a few feet away, watching Christian with amusement from her table.
"You're the one who talks about her pussy the most, minx" With an exasperated sigh, Christian simply smiled, then turned to Sofia and asked curiously "Sofia, why do they say you torture men? I never took the time to ask you"
Her smile froze, and Sofia's expression quickly turns furious "That asshole soiled my name!"
"..." Staring at her silently, Christian waited for answers.
"I was having sex with a TV announcer, but the army arrived just in time to stop me. We happened to be in the middle of a BSDM session!" Angrily, Sofia exclaimed "I never forced that bastard. I never tortured him, he came to me so he could have more connections and he said he liked that torture shit!"
"..."
"But when the army came, seeing that he was fucked up in the situation, he started crying and said I kidnapped him and raped him!" Red-faced with anger, Sofia continues "Fucking bastard!"
"..." Looking at the angry old woman, Christian merely let out a light chuckle, while all the women around him looked at her with amusement.
With a few more curses, Sofia calmed down "But well, then we killed him and his cat"
"..."
Turning to Christian with a smile, Sofia pulled her only gold ring from her hand and handed it to Christian "This ring represents me. Show it to my daughter when you're in Mexico, she'll treat you well"
Looking at the plain ring without any design, Christian nodded and smiled gratefully "Thank you~"
...
The next day.
"So, you had to move over 80 tons of cocaine a month?" looking at the bald woman in front of him with interest, Christian asked.
"And that was on the bad days, we usually move 100 to 120 tons" Calmly, the woman spoke.
This woman was 59 years old, has brown skin and a slim build. Aside from her bald head, she has almost nothing to make her stand out. But it was only an almost nothing, because the woman has the coldest eyes that Christian has ever seen in his life, looking like she was dead even when she smiles softly for Christian.
The funny thing is that this woman has the nickname 'Death' in her country, but right now she smiles warmly as if it was nothing.
"What was the name of your Cartel?"
"Cali Cartel, we have almost 80% of Colombia conquered, but the other 20% are slippery pigs, so they are of no importance. Unfortunately Colombia has a lot of jungles for them to hide in" Sighing, the woman answered truthfully.
"How do you move so much dope in such a short time?"
"We have an airline of our own, but don't tell anyone" Moving closer to Christian the woman whispers.
"Oh..." Christian nodded.
"When you leave this place you could go to Colombia. Currently my daughter is managing the Cartel" Pulling a silver necklace with a cross from her neck, the woman says softly "Colombia is a beautiful country, you will like it... when you arrive, say you come with an invitation from Luz Marina, this necklace is my symbol, it is a gift for you"
Stretching out his neck, Christian smiles "Could you put it on me?"
"With pleasure" Smiling warmly, Luz unclasps the necklace and places it on Christian's neck, then smiles with satisfaction and says "It looks perfect on you"
"Like everything" Agatha added quickly from the other table, causing Christian to only roll his eyes at that elusive woman who doesn't miss any opportunity.
"Thank you for the gift"
"No worries"
"Christian, you need to come out"
Hearing Strawberry's voice, Christian nodded and said goodbye to Luz "See you later~"
Leaving the place, Christian walked calmly through the precincts until he reached the old man's room, then entered and sat down in front of him.
"I see you were making contacts" Looking at the necklace and ring on Christian, Dimitri smiled and spoke.
"You allowed them to have these objects in prison? As far as I know, it's forbidden"
"Taking those objects from them is the same as taking away their dignity, I wouldn't do that with people of their level" Dimitri smiled slightly.
"They are kind women" Christian nodded.
"Kind?" Strangely, Dimitri looked at Christian as if he were a fool "Those women caused enough deaths to fill all the streets of Detroit with corpses"
"..." Pursing his lips, Christian mutters "But they treat me well..."
"..." Looking at Christian silently, Dimitri thought 'I guess this happens if you spend too much time with criminals...'
"Christian, those women you live with, they are genocidal, serial killers, terrorists, they might even be rapists, doesn't all that bother you?"
"It's complicated..." Frowning, Christian muttered "I know all those women are not good people... maybe I would have hated or disowned them if I hadn't come to this place... I even know that Fariha caused the death of many families and children, but... I can't just look down on them"
"..." Silently, Dimitri thought 'For a long time now I noticed that this child is very kind... even if he hides everything in that facade of indifference, he cares a lot about others and is quite fair with his actions... now that he is living and laughing with the 'bad guys', his mind is conflicted and he doesn't know what to think.'
Murderers, genocidal, mass murderers, people who have no regard for the lives of children, the worst of society.
These are the people with whom Christian actually spends his day-to-day life, laughing, playing, singing, even giving him advice whenever he asks for it.
With all this situation, it is impossible for Christian not to know what to think. In his past life, Christian every time he heard about unpleasant situations, he felt really angry, and not simple indignation like most cynical people, he really felt the rage in his veins.
But now living with these women and becoming so fond of them?
He can't hate them or feel fury toward them.
"..." With a complicated expression, Christian murmured "If my family were victims of them... I'm sure hundreds or thousands of families suffered because of them... family that maybe were like mine, coming from poverty, but living with love... they had dreams, loves to experience, much to live for... but these women... they are not bad either... no, of course they are.... but they treated me well, they gave me love"
"..." Looking directly into Christian's eyes, Dimitri raised his eyebrows as he noticed his demented reaction.
Looking up as a tear falls from his right eye, Christian asked with extreme confusion, as he felt something inside him seem to fight and cause chaos "Old man... w-what's the right thing to do?
*cough*
With a sudden cough, Christian felt his mind cloud over, as contradictions seemed to eat away at all his rational thinking, but the worst was when he felt the taste of iron in his mouth.
Falling to his knees from the sudden lack of strength, Christian couldn't give any rational reaction or a complete thought.
"..." Staring silently at Christian and his reaction, Dimitri felt his curiosity burn inside him, but still he knelt down even beside Christian and gripped his shoulders tightly.
Taking a deep breath, Dimitri looked at the stunned Christian in front of him and shouted "YOU ARE CHRISTIAN GREY, THE MOST COMPLETE MAN ON EARTH, HEIR OF MY KNOWLEDGE AND THE FUTURE BEST ASSASSIN IN EXISTENCE, BEHAVE LIKE THE MAN YOU ARE!!!"
*Pa!*
With a hard slap on his cheek, Christian regained his clarity, only to look up in a daze and stare at the old man in silence.
"WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER IF THEY'RE MURDERERS OR THAT THEY'VE KILLED THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE!!!?" Glaring at Christian with fury, Dimitri lowered his voice and continued "What does it matter if they killed thousands of innocents!? What does it matter if they treated you well!?"
"..."
"Not everything is based on being good or bad, stop thinking with that limit imposed by others!"
"Good? Evil? It's all bullshit, all that was created to limit us, break that damn limit and judge with your own considerations!"
"You are Christian Grey, you decide who you treat well and who you don't!"
"You decide who is the good guy and who is the bad guy!"
"Stop making excuses for everything and just be you, Christian Grey, son of Eva Grey!"
"You're not Jesus, you're not a saint, you're not Lucifer either, and you're certainly not a god. You're just a young man who was born in the dumpster of Detroit, a young man who can do whatever he wants and whenever he wants because your abilities allow you to!"
"Now pick that damn head up and say what you think about those women!"
"..." Blinking in a daze for a few seconds, Christian remembered all the months he lived with the people in this prison, but at the same time, he remembered all the smiles he saw when he hung out with his mother.
Clenching his fists, Christian whispered in a hoarse voice "I decide what's right or what's wrong..."
"Agatha, Luz, Sofia, Sofia, Fariha and all the others... they are good people" Regaining his clarity, Christian lay down on the floor extremely exhausted "As for the victims, I just wish them a good life in whatever comes after this life... if they deserve it"
"..." Although the result did not leave him satisfied, Dimitri only nodded with a smile "That pleases me more, now get up and-"
Stopping his words, Dimitri looked with a bored expression at Christian, who was already sleeping soundly on the floor.
"..." Watching him silently for a few minutes, Dimitri murmured "Are you just crazy or are you something else?"
"Prophecies, visions of hell, inhuman abilities, inhuman intelligence, inhuman talent, inhuman regeneration, no scars..." Muttering as he thinks, Dimitri continues "What are you?"
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Edited By: Joy_a
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