Chapter 16. The next day, Vance didn’t show up at the office early; he took his time in his house, pondering hard on the steps against Lecter. An idea struck him alongside a light bulb; he hurried out of his house to the office in the early afternoon, and he called for his secretary, who was behind him in a second. “I need you to do something for me.” “What’s that, sir?” She asked, holding a pen and some files in her other hand. “I want you to help me work on something,” Vance rubbed his chin, then continued talking, “I want you to fabricate some files of embezzlement, make it a lot of money.” “I don’t understand.” She said, swallowing hard. “There’s someone that has been testing my power and patience. I want to put the person in place.” Vance explained, but it was apparent the secretary wasn’t getting his points, so he explained further. “You’re to fabricate some papers that show embezzlement of money; let it be known that who stole the money is no one other than Lecter Jam
**Days later** Venita was explaining to the cashier what she wanted to do with the loan she was requesting, and she was starting to get frustrated that even with her status, she was being refused. If only she had managed to treat Lecter well, by now, she would be swimming in wealth. "His driver status is good. I might as well hurry to get him back. He can lead me to his boss," Venita let out a frustrating sigh; she didn’t want to waste any more time in the bank and decided to leave; she would ask her father for the money before she went broke. Just as she turned around, walking away, she bumped into a body, and by the time she looked up to apologize. It was Lecter. Venita quickly went down to her knees and began to cry, drawing people’s attention to them. Her acts were causing a scene, and Lecter felt annoyed by her actions. “Baby, please. Take me back; I promise to be a good wife.” Lecter raised a brow to look at her, “You promise?” His voice held some bit of sarcasm. “I k
Lecter approached that particular morning with a very wary mindset and he just didn’t understand why. It was probably was because his ex-wife chose to bring about a spectacle surrounding them, putting him in a spotlight he obviously didn’t want. Maybe because he also dreamt about life with Venita before their unfortunate separation, something he had given his all to bury for all eternity. Well, either way, he didn’t sleep well and he wasn’t in the least happy about it. That morning, during breakfast a servant spilled hot coffee on his white collared shirt, nearly burning him. Frustrated, he banged his hands on the table. “Can I just have a fucking break?” He hated bad days as they had possibilities of more horrible things happening throughout the day. Right now, he just didn’t want that. “Sorry,” The servant apologized frantically, stuttering. He shut his eyes, placing his thumb and his index finger on the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. After managing to gather his em
“What were you thinking, huh?” Morris yelled over the phone, frantic, “How could you miss the target? What did I pay you then for, huh?” He couldn’t believe it when Dan called telling him that the person who died in the bomb explosion wasn’t Lecter James but his father. He had meticulously planned this waiting until it was finally time before sticking and yet it missed! “Mr. Morris, it wasn’t intended for the target to be misplaced. For some reason it just happened and there was no time to disrupt it.” “You had one job! One job! All you had to do was kill that bastard son of Kent James! Not him!” “It was a mistake, sir, everything soon became out of my control and I couldn’t—” He shut his eyes, placing his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose, “Enough. You have to go into hiding, quickly. Kent’s brat is really cunning, I mean I was once his father's friend so I know better. Very soon he should figure out that his father wasn’t the actual target and that it was him
Lecter approached the four walls of Morris’s house for one thing and one thing only: to get the truth, regardless of the cost. It didn’t matter to him the means he’d have to go through, he just had to know or he felt like he’d go insane soon enough. It kept him up at night each time reminding him that his father hadn’t truly been appeased and his murder would remain an unfortunate event. He couldn’t tolerate that, he wasn’t sure his father would, either.So that was the reason he was here with his men, right in front of Morris’s home, ringing the door bell. His insomnia and nightmares had gotten to him and there was a rage that was slowly building. A maid opened the door, eyes widened on seeing him, “Hello, sir,” She said softly but he didn’t miss the cautious look in her eyes, as if she was on guard against a predator. “I came to see Morris, tell him that I am here.” Lecter said in a cold time. It didn’t matter to me how cold he sounded. Nothing these days to him mattered at a
**some days later** The phone rang. "Hello!" Lecter picked up his phone, "Who is this?" “It's me, the PI. I have gotten a lot of information on the company run by Morris. How do I get them to you?" The investigator asked. “That's a silly question. How have you been giving me information all this while? Place copies of what you have in the trash box," Lecter said and the PI muttered incoherent things after a silence. "If it's your payment that you are worried about, be rest assured, if the information you got is as good as I think, you will get more." Lecter ended the call afterwards. - There was a knock on Lecter's office door. "Come in." He said. A man with an all-black outfit and a hoodie covering his head entered. It was the private investigator. Lecter frowned. "I thought to deliver these myself sir," the PI said. “Do you not know that you probably bring more attention to yourself because of what you're wearing?" Lecter asked him sarcastically. The PI just smirked
Chapter 22. Morris was moved from the investigation room to his cell. "That's not enough. He can't just get a normal cell; he must suffer for all he has done." Lecter said to the captain as Morris was being taken away. “Mr. James, let us do our jobs, okay? The only way he will get punished now is if the Judge deems it so. For now, all you can do is gather your evidence and make them good. " The captain told him. "Feel free to talk to any of my Detectives, especially Bruce, he is the head Detective. I have a meeting, so I'll be out of here very soon." He said and walked away. ***Detective Bruce sat at his desk, staring at the phone before him. A call from a commissioner from a higher precinct entered his phone. He wondered why such a high-power politician was calling him. “Hello, sir." Detective Bruce asked politely, trying his best to maintain a structure because of the level of positions. “Bruce. I heard you arrested Morris Thorn, right?" The commissioner, Morris's ally, as
Chapter 23 Dinner had quickly taken a turn as Lecter refused all of Morris' meals. Coincidentally, Venita had to miss the dinner to seal a deal with a fashion company which couldn't wait. Morris, on the other hand had just said something utterly provocative to Lecter.“What are you talking about?” He spat at Morris who stared at him, no remorse on his pale stricken face. “Kent did a good job hiding the truth from you but now he’s dead and I’ve been caught so there’s no reason to hold the truth from you anymore.” “What truth are you talking about, you despicable low-life?” Morris cackled, resembling a man who’s sanity had been stripped from him, “I may be a despicable low-life or a murderer. But your father isn’t that far off.” He grinned, “Your father was the one who took away from you the privilege of having a mother, not me.” Lecter felt as though he would soon implode. He wrinkled his forehead, trying to push away the migraine that was soon followed. Enraged, he dashed towar
EpilogueIt's been five years since Lecter defeated Bruce that fateful night. And from that timeframe, a lot of things had happened."Dad, we'll miss the show. We have to go now," Liana, Lecter's daughter called out from the car.Anna smiled while Lecter approached with a briefcase at hand."I can tell them to come perform for you here at the mansion, my princess," Lecter said to Liana but she rolled her eyes and pouted."It wouldn't be the same, dad. I want to watch the show with my friends too," Liana replied."Your daughter is very stubborn, Lecter James," Anna stretched forth her hand and took the briefcase from Lecter before he proceeded to kiss her lips."I wonder where she got that from," Lecter said sarcastically and Anna scoffed. They soon got into the car and zoomed off. Along the way, Lecter's phone rang. It was the president."Mr President, you honor me with your call," Lecter said."Mr James. I want to personally thank you for what you did for our country. We would have
Rachel’s eyes widened, genuine fear finally breaking through her tough exterior. She was ready to burst into tears when Bruce turned back to her, his gun still in hand. “See what happens to those who cross me? Want to be part of them?” He asked angrily. Before Rachel could respond, the door burst open. Lecter stormed in, his presence filling the room with an electric charge. “Bruce!” He shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. Bruce turned, gun raised, ready to face his nemesis. “Lecter. Finally decided to show your face? You’ve been hiding behind her all this while, haven’t you?”Lecter’s eyes were cold, calculating. “This ends now, Bruce. No more games.” Bruce laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound. “You think you can take me down? You’re a fool to think so, Lecter.” Lecter moved with lightning speed, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. He knocked the gun from Bruce’s hand, sending it skidding across the floor. The two men clashed in a brutal hand to
Bruce stared out the window of Raphael's former office, which was now his own. The city was alive before him, a web of lights and life, oblivious to the power struggles that took place within its own shadows.He had fought hard to get where he was, as far as he was concerned, taking over Raphael's organization after the old boss's untimely demise. But victory felt hollow. Ursula, his sister, had deserted him, leaving him to run the business alone. He scowled, thinking of her betrayal.And besides, he had bigger fish to fry. Lecter. That bastard had managed to slip from his hands the other day, but he wouldn’t be so lucky next time. The door to the office opened, and Bruce turned, expecting one of his new underlings. Instead, Rachel walked in, and Cecil came in after her. He gave Cecil a questioning look, and he responded with shaking his head, so he turned back to Rachael. Her presence was like a punch to the gut. He hadn't seen her since their last heated argument, and her sudden
Lecter picked up the phone. “Lecter, it's Rachel.” She said hurriedly. “I know where Bruce is. He's at an old warehouse on the east side of the city.” “Are you sure?” Lecter asked, his heart pounding. He was ready to give up all his wealth for Anna. “Positive.” Rachel replied. “I’ve been following him. He doesn't know I'm onto him yet.” “Thank you, Rachel. I owe you.” “A million dollars, I’m sure. Just get them out safe.” Rachel said. “I'll keep an eye out and make sure he doesn't slip away.” Lecter hung up and called his bodyguards. “We have a location. I’ll send the coordinates now, move out immediately!” As Lecter and his men sped towards the warehouse, he felt nothing but anger and fear. He couldn’t lose Anna and Mia, especially not to Bruce. Not like this, at least.- - - Bruce was in full panic mode now. He knew it was only a matter of time before Lecter arrived. He looked at Anna and Mia, who were watching him in silence. “What are we going to do?” Cecil ask
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.
Raj's hands trembled as he dialed Anna's number. He had been trying to reach Mia for hours, but her phone went straight to voicemail. He was getting worried."Anna, it's Raj. I need your help," he said, trying to keep his voice calm.Anna's concerned tone was immediate. "Raj, what's wrong?""It's Mia. She left the house a few hours ago to meet with Detective Bruce, but she's not responding to my calls or messages. I'm getting really worried."Anna's pause was brief. "I'll try to reach her. Can you tell me more about what happened?"Raj explained how Mia had been acting strange lately, and how she had received a mysterious message that had shaken her. He told Anna about Mia's decision to meet with Detective Bruce, hoping to uncover some answers."I should have gone with her," Raj said, regret creeping into his voice.Anna reassured him. "You did the right thing, Raj. Mia needed some space. But now, let's focus on finding her."Raj's anxiety grew as Anna went silent, presumably trying t
"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
Cecil drove back home, feeling very satisfied after humiliating the sex worker. He couldn't believe that all what he needed to feel so good was to humiliate someone else, this shifting his position as the humiliated. He drove back to his mansion, the night calling with it's dark embrace. As soon as Cecil parked his car, he stepped down and then looked at his men."Did I have any visitors?" He asked them."Not at all sir. It's been quiet since you left," they replied to him. Cecil grunted and walked into his house grumbling. As he walked, he remembered Lecter and the terrible blow that he'd been dealt. How was it that he hadn't been able to take Lecter out? It didn't make sense to Cecil, and he just found the entire thing very weird. But he proceeded to just go inside.He went into the room where he was keeping Sophia locked up. As soon as he opened the door, Sophia whimpered in fear."Why are you still awake?" He asked her with anger in his voice."Thinking about how to kill you," s
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