Simon arrived at the said place where Janus’ body was dumped. It was located near a park, where people like joggers would easily see him. He parked his car almost a block away from the scene. He knew he couldn’t get close to the scene since police were already there and a yellow crime scene tape had the place secure for nosy bystanders. He stepped on the breaks and turned off the engine of his car. He let out a heavy breath and closed his eyes. He’s not yet ready to see his friend’s dead body, but Simon knows he has to do something.Janus had no family and Simon was sure he’s the only friend he ever had. He fought the urge to punch the steering wheel. He had to reign his emotions or he’ll cause chaos there. “Fucking bastards!” He silently cursed as he jumped out of the car. He walked towards the scene with his head dipped low. Good thing he had a spare of baseball caps in his car, it would at least conceal his identity. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for suspicious people. H
Simon walked in the casino with his head dipped down. He will visit an old friend of his. He knew Donald since he was a teenager, and though they had a huge age gap, the man became one of his trusted friend apart from Giov and Marcus. He had a VIP car membership for the high-end casino which made it east for him to have access. The casino was crowded. His all-black outfit looked out of place, but that was the last thing that Simon would care. He’s here to talk to Donald and not to impress. He went to the bar counter and ordered a glass of beer. The bartender looked at him with apprehension. Surely, it was because of the way he dressed Simon leaned on the counter and looked at the bartender’s eyes, unblinking and burning. “If you don’t like to give me a drink, why don’t you call on Donald instead. I want to talk to him.” He kept his voice low, but enough for the man to hear. The bartender blinked at him, shocked and speechless. Simon understand, only a few people knew that this
Donald poured the two glasses with a very expensive wine. They were now alone in the room, the security personnel and Rina left when Donald told them that they needed privacy. Simon sank into the couch. He admitted that it felt good to meet an old friend. “Damn, how the fuck are you alive? I mean, it was all over the news, man. It was fucking crazy! I mourned for you, you bitch!” Donald gave him the wine. Simon chuckled, he took a sip of the wine and groaned in satisfaction. He nodded and he took another sip. “This is good.” “Yeah, it’s fucking expensive, and you’re one special guess so I wouldn’t mind.” Donald raised his glass and chugged on its contents. “So, what brings you here, Salvatore? I know you’re in hiding, but coming and risking your security must mean something.” Donald’s voice became serious, he had his eyes pierced on Simon’s as he waited for Simon to spill the beans. This is what Simon liked about the man, he’s damn straight to his business, which saves them b
Simon woke up with a loud ringing in his ears. His visions were blurry and he felt his head was swimming in the waters. That’s when he remembered that he was chased by two cars with armed men. They fired shots at his way causing him to lose control of his car. “Dammit!” he silently cursed at the memory. He was on his way going back to his apartment when that happened. And he wondered how many minutes or hours did he lay here unconscious. He closed his eyes again and let out a steady breathing. He needed to calm down in order for him to think of ways to get out of the car as soon as possible. He can’t let the cops have him. He was supposed to be dead, and he wanted it to remain that way. When he opened his eyes, his visions were now clearer. “Okay, let’s do this.” Though he was still dizzy, Simon tried to focus. His car was turned upside down, and he needed a way to open the car’s door. He released the seatbelt and he didn’t expect that he would drop. “Oh, fuck!” Simon groaned
Rayven just entered the convenience store when a young boy bumped into him, causing him to stumble a little. “Hey Watch it, will you?” He yelled at the frantic teenager but he never looked back at him to apologize. Rave shook his head in disappointment. “Fucking teenagers. They really don’t have any sense of respect to people older than them.” He checked his pocket if his wallet was still there. He let out a sigh of relief and continued to walk in the convenience store. He just needs to grab some supplies and go home to rest. It’s Friday but he was not in the mood to go to the bar to drink his ass out. He wanted to take a rest this weekend.He just entered the store when he saw a man with blood all over his shirt dropped on the floor. The loud thud echoed inside the empty store. “Hey! Are you alright?” Rayven rushed to the man’s side and he cursed under his breath when he saw the man’s situation. This man needs medical attention as soon as possible. His eyes went down to the shir
Rayven brought the man to Addison’s house. “Oh, my god. What happened to him?” Rayven let the man lay on the couch. “Are you sure it’s okay to put him here? He’s all blood and dirt, Addie.” Addison nodded her head and quickly grabbed the first aid kit she had in her bathroom. She’s not sure if it’s going to help but she’s going to use it anyway. It’s better to do something than not doing anything at all. She went back to the couch and opened the box. Rayven stood beside her, he was panting and his shirt was also stained with blood.“I hope this will help.” Addison murmured. “Rave, can you get me some warm water? There’s a clean towel in my closet.” “Got it.” Addison caressed the man’s face. “God, what happened to you, Salvatorre Morelli. I thought you’re dead.” She swallowed hard. She can still remember the day that the news broke about Salvatorre’s ambush and his death. She was in the office that time, and shock was an understatement of what she felt. She was still waiting fo
Delicious bacon and freshly brewed coffee was the first thing that assaulted his senses. Does that mean that he’s still alive, right? He’s sure as hell there’s no coffee or bacon in heaven. He’s alive, and Simon was grateful that he is. He remained his eyes closed and uttered a silent prayer for the fourth chance to live. He was not sure who to thank but he’s grateful anyway. Ever so slowly, Simon opened his eyes. He expected white paints on the walls, but he’s mistaken. He stared at the ceiling, and his mind processed that he’s not in the hospital. Before he blacked out, he wished that whoever had the heart to help him would not bring him to the hospital, and it happened. He began to scan the place. It’s a woman’s room, he can tell by the color of the walls and the decorations and curtains. He tried to move, and he groaned. His ribcage hurt, and realization dawned on him. He was wounded on that part. He looked down to see a bondage on his wound and an IV connected to his left
After eating breakfast, Addie cleaned the table and washed the dishes. Simon, on the other hand, was in the living room, attending to his own wounds. He winced when he ripped the old bandage to replace it with a new one. “Let me help you.” Addison came from the kitchen and sat beside him. “No, I can do it alone.” Simon insisted on changing it. “Of course, I know you can do it, but I want to help you, Salvatorre.” He glanced at him, and he saw genuine sincerity in her eyes. He let out a sigh and gave her the disinfectant. They were silent for a few minutes while Addison cleaned his wound. Aside from the wound in his ribcage, Simon also endured a few bruises on his face and arms. Addison didn’t ask Simon what happened to him, but Addison was about to ask it. “Your friend, the one who brought me here. Where is he?” Simon started. Addison was just finishing cleaning his wound. She looked up at him and her eyes went back to his wound before she answered. “He’s not here, he’s in t