Bruce's car pulled up in front of the mansion and he sighed. He took in the view of the building before him and memories began to flood his mind. There was so many things that he thought about that almost made him lose his mind."Focus Bruce. You know why you are here. Do not chicken out now. Stay strong," Bruce said to himself.He approached the colossal gates and raised his hand to ring the doorbell but he stopped. Something was holding him back and Bruce knew that until he eliminated that thing, he would not make any progress."Did you come all this way to be a pussy? Did you?" He snapped at himself. "Get your shit together Bruce. You're bigger than this!" He snapped again.Just then, Bruce was about to ring the doorbell when he heard footsteps approaching. It was a large man holding a gun. He gazed at Bruce with so much disgust and then humphed."Get away from the gates. We don't give alms today!" He snapped at Bruce. Bruce scoffed and checked out his outfit.Of course, he wore di
Bruce was rejected and kicked out by Raphael earlier. But he didn't stop trying to find a way to convince him.Bruce stood outside the dimly lit nightclub, his heart racing with anticipation. He had been trying to get a meeting with Raphael for weeks, and finally, he had received a message to come alone. Bruce took a deep breath and pushed open the door, scanning the room for any signs of trouble.Raphael sat at a table in the corner, sipping a glass of whiskey. He looked up as Bruce approached, his expression unreadable."Bruce," Raphael said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I'm surprised you had the guts to show up."Bruce ignored the jab and took a seat across from Raphael. "I'm here to ask for a second chance," he said, his voice steady.Raphael laughed. "You think I'm just going to forget what you did? You worked with John to arrest me, Bruce. You can't be trusted.""I know I made mistakes," Bruce said, his hands spread wide. "But I've changed. I'm not with the police anymore.
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
Lecter sat behind his desk, steepling his fingers as he listened to the potential client's proposal. The man, a wealthy businessman, was seeking Lecter's expertise in acquiring a rare and valuable artifact."I'm willing to pay top dollar for your services, Mr James," the man said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.Lecter smiled, his eyes glinting with interest. "I'm afraid it's not just a matter of money, my dear fellow. I have a reputation to uphold. But I must say, the challenge intrigues me."With a few deft questions, Lecter probed the man's motivations and desires, expertly manipulating the conversation to his advantage. Finally, he leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone."I'll take the job. But I must warn you, my methods can be...unorthodox. Are you prepared to take that risk?"The man hesitated, then nodded eagerly. "I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want."Lecter's smile widened as he extended his hand, sealing the deal.As the client left, Lecter fe
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's anger boiled over as he drove to Elizabeth's house. Since he knew Lecter was responsible for his uncle's death, Cecil hadn't rested. The thought of his uncle's life being taken by the man who had manipulated him fueled Cecil's rage.He arrived at Elizabeth's house, his heart racing with fury. He burst through the door, slamming it shut behind him. Elizabeth cowered in the corner, sensing the danger emanating from Cecil."You're Lecter's secretary," Cecil spat. "You're just as guilty as he is."Elizabeth trembled. "P-please, Cecil. Please don't kill me. I have a child."But Cecil wouldn't listen. He attacked Elizabeth with brutal force, his anger consuming him. Elizabeth's screams were silenced as Cecil's hands wrapped around her throat.As Elizabeth lay lifeless, Cecil's eyes fell upon her daughter, Sophia, who had been hiding in the next room. He stormed in, grabbing Sophia by the arm."You'll pay for your mother's sins," Cecil snarled, dragging Sophia out of the house.Sophi
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
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