Shaun Crimson's POVIt was already 6:00 PM, and the urge of going to the fifth operation for this week, was still very persistent in my mind. I wouldn't have spared a second to think it over, if it was to be before the last one I went. But now, I have been thinking it over for about two hours now.All thanks to the female COP that got my last operation busted.I had been lying on my bed very close to the extreme, as my feet were still on the ground, while my face was staring at the ceiling, thinking of a way to come to a final conclusion. If only my ceiling would just stop staring back at me and provide me with a solution, I would have already been out of my room and started the operation. And maybe by tomorrow, I could even open a ceiling company as a compensation. But ceilings just don't talk and mine didn't make a difference. What should I do?Cast a lot.I smirked as this thought popped into my head, which made me to quickly shoot up from my bed and roved my eyes around my

Shaun Crimson's POVThe excitement of what is to come was too much that I couldn't relax in my room anymore. I quickly changed into another black outfit, ready to go out for a party, and took the Bugatti centodieci's key that was on top of my table.Not going to take chances, I took one of my pistol and tucked it behind me, in my trouser. Then I went out and hopped into my Bugatti centodieci. After ten minutes' drive, I got to the Lord's club, which belongs to Jayson. When I got out of the car, the usual happened. Everyone kept hailing me for no reason.Could it be, because I'm Jayson's brother?No. Maybe because I'm too hot.I walked inside the club and hot chicks were everywhere, busy dancing to the DJ's throbbing music. I went to the bartender and requested for a little bourbon, which she was about to give me before I got obstructed by a random chick. Her blonde hair color, complimented her fair skin just the way her beauty matched her hour-glass figure. "Are you up for some danc

Shaun Crimson's POVNothing fun happened when Jayson drove us home. The workaholic just went into his office to do some works. Even in dire situation, he chose to work. A CEO working like a maid in his own companies.I keep on advising him to enjoy himself as he's young, then tell the story when he gets old, but it falls on deaf ears. He just won't heed to my advice. I went into my room and got ready for some party then I visited Harry's."Are you up for some party?" I inquired."No. I will be going to the shooting range" I got to persuade you."Why don't you go out clubbing for today?" I said, persuasively." No man. I prefer to shoot guns"Drop the guns and hold some ladies, man. Why must you always prove that you don't like girls.Harry finished dressing up and took his Maserati MC20's key, on the table."You don't really need that, bro. I can give you a lift, you know" I lied." No Shaun! I know what you're planning to do." " What do you mean?" I faked the curious expressi