Absent-minded, I look out the kitchen window, my hands holding tightly onto my cup of coffee as I remember my stay in the Supreme Jail: I can't believe I'm no longer in that hell hole.

My stay in that place matured me, and traumatized me at the same time. I heard stories that are not for the faint hearted. The stories made the other prisoners tremble. They made serial killers vomit-- it was truly a sight to see.

I know that I spent most of my time in my little home, but that doesn't mean I didn't spend some time with the other prisoners-- it was rare, though.

The Supreme Jail wasn't that bad: we all sat in the garden-cafeteria in the late evenings, before being led back to our cells.

Everyone had a story to tell, and I made sure I listened to them all. A few of the prisoners were accused of crimes they had no hand in, and a few were very proud of the crimes that they committed.

The few that were accused used to cry, and I can clearly remember a nineteen year old boy that was accused of raping his Aunt-- the Aunt wanted his inheritance, and what better way to get it, if not to get the boy arrested.

The story was quite disgusting, especially when I heard that everyone was on the woman's side. Society never listens to the males in such situations, and it's quite sad.

The sad part is that the police didn't investigate the crime, they straight up arrested the boy, bringing him to the Supreme jail, a place that's meant to accommodate only the wicked.

When I heard the story, I had to ask Hunter to help the boy out-- which he did. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to get the woman to confess.

She got arrested the same week, and the boy was released a day later. I can remember the excitement he had on his face when he heard that he was free. He had the biggest smile, which warmed my heart.

I don't know who told him about my involvement in his release, but I do remember him coming to visit me every other week, a smile of gratitude on his face every time.

I loved having him over, and I also loved hearing his stories. The boy didn't care that I was a criminal: he treated me like a brother and friend, and everytime I think about him, I feel at peace-- I know I did something right when I got him out of that place. His spirit is and was too pure for that place.

The Supreme jail is home to the richest criminals. It's home for the wicked. The government throws people that they have failed to manage in that place. They throw people that give them headaches, myself included.

I'm the leader of the most notorious mafia in the country, of course the government wanted me gone. I know a lot of politicians and their secrets, and if they were to do me wrong, I would expose them, or worse-- I would end them.

The president is amongst the politicians that I can ruin, and that's why I lived comfortably in that place. I wasn't treated like the others: no physical torture was thrown my way. I still had control of myself, which makes me glad.

However, that doesn't mean that I had control over my mental health. Both my anxiety and depression got worse, and since I had no work to do, my demons took full control of my mind.

They usually left me alone when Hunter and other people were around, but once everyone left, they made a comeback-- a party that never spared me.

I wanted to be alone most time, but I never wanted to be left alone for too long. The demons made me want to do things to myself, things that no sane person is allowed to do.

I became creative with my suicide attempts, and if it wasn't for a few of my men, that Hunter decided to send my way, I would be six feet under.

Everything became normal to me, and my hardships became something I couldn't live without. Living a day without wanting to cause harm to myself felt abnormal.

Causing pain to myself was and is my way of living. Hurting myself was and still is my way of coping with my problems.

I take a sip from the cup of coffee, my body relaxing when the familiar taste of goodness meets my taste buds-- I missed my coffee.

I continue to look out the window till I feel a presence behind me. I sigh, closing my eyes before deciding to speak. "What do you want, Hunter?" I question, continuing to sip from my coffee.

"Really? You couldn't just let me scare you?" He asks disappointedly, making me shake my head as I turn around.

Deciding to ignore him, I begin walking towards the sink, washing the cup I just used, placing it back inside the cupboards. "I'm sorry," I murmur, looking at Hunter, who freezes with a cupcake to his mouth.

"What?" He asks with his mouth full, making me cringe a little. Nothing annoys me more than a person speaking with their mouth full.

"I said I'm sorry. I was wrong for what I said the other day, and so, I'm asking for your forgiveness," I repeat myself, knowing that he'll bug me to say it more than once.

Hunter looks at me for a minute, his next move surprising me. "Are you alright?" He asks, placing a hand to my forehead.

I slap his hand away, growling as I walk away from him. "I'm perfectly fine," I mutter, walking towards the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water from it.

"Okay?" He answers, his reply sounding more like a question than a response. "Where are you going?" He asks after a moment of silence, looking at me with confusion in his eyes.

I take a sip of the water, sighing in satisfaction before deciding to reply to his question. "I'm going to the garden with Ms. Rowland– Bianca's brother is coming over, so that Ms. Rowland can ask him some questions." I throw the bottle in the trash can, leaning against the cabinets as I stare at Hunter.

Hunter nods, continuing to stuff his face with cupcakes." So, is it like a date or something?" He manages to voice out.

"It's something." I mutter, making him hum.

One thing about Hunter is that when he hums, he's thinking about something that wouldn't make sense to a normal human being, and since I'm not that normal myself, I know what he's thinking about.

"Nothing is going to happen between Ms. Rowland and I. We're just co-workers," I tell him, hoping he understands. "When did I say anything about you two getting together?" He questions, a look of surprise on his face.

"You didn't say it, but you were thinking it. I know you, Hunter, and I know how your mind works– you must think that this is one of those movies you saw when you were younger." Hunter raises his hands up in surrender when he hears my words, a look of guilt on his face.

"Don't call me out like that," He chuckles, shaking his head afterwards. "Got to admit, though... It would be funny to see you, Diego, fall in love– for real this time," He sighs, leaning back in his chair.

I open my mouth, ready to tell him to stop dreaming, when one of the housekeepers comes inside the Kitchen, a look of fear in her eyes.

Hunter and I look at each other when we see her. We communicate with our eyes, telling each other that we will finish our conversation later in the day.

Hunter looks away from me, turning to look at the housekeeper with a flirty smile on his face, making me roll my eyes as I begin to walk out of the Kitchen. 'That boy will never change,' I think to myself.

I begin walking towards the garden, bumping into Ms. Rowland, who has a nervous smile on her face. "Sorry," She murmurs under her breath, her beautiful hazel eyes staring into mine.

"It's alright." I calmly reply. "Are you ready for the meeting?" I question, admiring how beautiful she is– looks.

I can see that my staring is making her uncomfortable, and that's why I decide to look away, not wanting her to think of me as a pervert. "Yes, I'm ready," She flushes me a nervous smile, her voice sounding shaky.

"Alri–"

"Diego, my man," I hear a familiar male voice behind me, which makes me growl in annoyance.

He hasn't even been in my presence for a minute, and I'm already beginning to dread his presence.

"Eric," I say through clenched teeth, turning to look at one of the most disgusting creatures I've come across– Bianca's brother.

Author's Note.