Victor sat in Clark's office, sipping a glass of whiskey. Clark, Raphael's second in command, leaned back in his chair, eyeing Victor with interest."So, Victor, tell me about Bruce," Clark said, his voice smooth. "What's the story with him?"Victor took a sip of his drink, collecting his thoughts. "Bruce is not someone to be messed with," he said finally. "He's got skills, and he's got a reputation."Clark raised an eyebrow. "I've heard rumors. But I want to know more. Where did he come from?"Victor sighed, pulling out the background study he had compiled on Bruce. "Rough childhood," he said. "Grew up on the streets, had to fight to survive. He's been in and out of gangs since he was a kid."Clark's eyes scanned the report, his expression growing more and more interested."And what about his time with Raphael?" Clark asked, his voice sharp.Victor hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But Clark's gaze was piercing, and he knew he had to tell the truth."Bruce was loyal," Victor said

The halls blasted away with the sound of music and ecstacy. Cecil say down in one of the sofa that were lying casually about the place. He took a smoke and then watched the girl dancing seductively. She sent constant eye glances at him and he just watched her as his arousal built.Then the girl approached him and slowly began to grind on him. Cecil chuckled and smiled, her perfume giving him all the pheromones he needed."Should we get out of here?" She asked. Cecil was about to stand up and leave with her when he saw Tommy's men approach. He studied them closely and he knew that they are looking for him. But why? Where was Tommy?Finally they caught sight of him and then approached. They gave him a bow and he waved the girl off with his hand."You lot better have a good reason for this interruption," Cecil said to them. They exchanged glances but none of them spoke. Cecil's anger rose up as he slapped one of them across the face."Well? Out with it! What are you doing here when you'r

Cecil fumed in his house while he waited for his men to return. He had sent them on a very important mission, one that could possibly turn the tides of the entire drag of power. When Cecil heard that they were back, he quickly rushed down to meet with them. However, the men had a gloomy look on their faces."What is it? What happened?" Cecil asked them. The men exchanged glances before one of them spoke up "Sorry boss, but the house was empty," he said to Cecil."Empty? What do you mean empty? Lecter's mansion is never empty. It's always filled with people and we know this!" He said to the man."Yes boss. However, not this time. The mansion was empty. There was no one there. Not even a dog. It was as if they vacated the place," the man replied.Cecil was in shock. There was no way Lecter could have predicted accurately what he wanted to do, right? Or did he have a spy in his house? Someone reporting his works to Lecter?"What did you do about the house?" He asked the man. "We burn

"Who are you? What do you want? Get your fucking hands off me this instant!" Cecil continued to yell as the people who had taken him led him through a rather long corridor. There was a large cloth over his head but Cecil could definitely feep where he was."I demand you to release me this instant!" He yelled again but none of them said anything. Then they stopped, opened a door and stepped inside a room. They then dropped Cecil on the ground and walked away.Cecil breathed heavily while he tried to make sense of the darkness around him. He heard footsteps approaching him and braced himself."You will regret ever abducting me! I will destroy you!" Cecil snapped. Then the cloth was taken off his head and Bruce's face came into view."You will do yourself a great favor by stopping to make threats. We both know they don't serve you," he said to Cecil who watched him slowly."Detective Bruce? What happened to you?" He asked Bruce who walked to a wooden chair and sat down."I'm not a dete

Lecter sat in his upper minimalist office that gave him the best view in the city. The large window that went roof to floor made him feel like he had the entire world at his feet, and currently, that was how he felt. He had just closed a multi million dollar deal and was ready to call it a day when his phone rang. The caller ID showed a number that looked familiar, but he hadn't seen in a while. His brows furrowed as he picked up. “Lecter here.” He said, his voice cold. “Hello, old friend.” Came the reply, cold as ice. Lecter's heart skipped a beat. It was Bruce. “What do you want, Bruce?” Lecter asked Cooley. “Straight to the point as always. See, I have something— or rather, someone that belongs to you.” Bruce said, a sinister chuckle following his words. “Two someones, actually.” He laughed like a maniac. Lecter’s grip on the phone tightened. “What are you talking about?” “You might know Anna and Mia.” Bruce said casually, as if he was just discussing the weather.