Janus had a cigarette in hand while he stood just outside the bar Simon had told him. It’s still early, the bar was not yet that crowded but he intended to come here at this time to check the premises.If there’s one thing that he learned from Simon, never let your guards down. And checking the area before you execute your plan was part of it. He needed to know the possible exit routes if ever things won’t go according to plan. He asked Simon where he was going but he didn’t say anything. Janus just let him do things. He actually pitied his friend. Simon had been into a lot, from the death of his father to the attempts of his assassination. A wealthy man like him should be surrounded by friends and allies, but in Simon’s case it was different. Instead of being surrounded by friends, he was surrounded by traitors and snakes. And the worst part of it was that they tried to kill him. Well, they really did kill him, only that he survived. Which Janus was ever thankful for. He really co

Simon’s body froze when he realized Federico was standing behind him with a gun pointed at him. Good thing he was wearing his baseball cap and the mask, at least Federico wouldn’t see his face and recognize him. All of his efforts to change his identity will be put to waste if that happens. “I won’t repeat it again. Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?” Simon was confused whether to face the man whom he believed to have betrayed his dear father. He glanced over his shoulder to measure the proximity of their bodies. Federico was standing directly behind him. But when he noticed what Simon did, Federico stepped back but the gun was still pointed at Simon. Simon was left with no choice but to surrender. He raised both of his hands as a sign that he will not fight. But his mind was thinking of any possible ways on how to escape. It seems that Simon has no option but to fight with Federico. Come what may, but he will not try without fighting. Ever so slowly, Simon turn

Someone’s POV Cash Martinez groaned in pain when a fist with brass knuckles hit his jaw causing him to dive on the floor, face down. Someone grabbed his wet hair and yanked it up, his neck hurt by the force of the pulling. “What did I tell you? I will kill you with my bare hands if you fail to deliver the painting to me?” The man spit on his face. The anger that the man felt was so intense. He was so close to getting the painting, but it slipped his hands just because of some pathetic thief this man had hired. “I didn’t know. Please, give me a chance. I will get it myself.” The man chuckled, but there was no humor in his laugh. He pulled Cash through his hair. He cried as pain shot through his skull. The man literally dragged Cash using his own hair. “Promises, promises. Those were made to be broken, you idiot! I don’t need your promises. I need results! I want that painting as soon as possible!” He shouted. He expected that he would get hold of the painting today, but it tur

Simon stared at the door with his gun ready. There’s no way he’s going to open the damn door now. If those people outside wanted to eliminate him, then they had to come inside his apartment and they could try. “C’mon, you fucking bastards,” he whispered as he pointed the gun on the door. The loud banging was still on, and he just hoped someone would notice these men, and would call the cops. He glanced at the space in his apartment room. It’s a small space with minimal windows. He personally chose this room with the thought that the less window he has, the more he’s going to be safe. But, he realized it’s a wrong move. His room is in the second floor, and if he’s going to jump now, chances are, his going to endure a fractured legs. “Fractured is better than dead.” He shook his head and went to the nearest window. He checked if there were some outlookers, but there were none. “Shit, it’s too high,” he cursed when he realized he couldn't jump from the second floor. He’s not just

Simon held his breath as he waited for Torres to speak. He’s been dreading to hear what he has to say about the painting. Simon wanted to ask why he wanted it so much that he could take a life just to have it. Of course, Simon knows he can't do that directly to Torres, so he’ll have to settle for eavesdropping on the conversation. “It’s a surprise, Alberto. I wasn’t expecting you to come today. I thought you’ll be in Spain next week.” Federico spoke in a calm and collective voice. Simon couldn’t even find tension from his voice. Federico hid it well. “Simo, are we just going to listen to their conversation?” Janus whispered beside him. He glared at his friend. He already told him to shut his mouth up. It was a good thing the door was slightly ajar, making it easy for them to hear the conversation from the inside. ‘“Well, I decided to pay you a visit before I leave for Spain.” “Why, I am flattered,” Federico replied playfully. There must be a reason why Torres suddenly visited