Betrayal. It is one of the constant things that one would have to deal with if he's involved with criminals. Simon has no tolerance for betrayal for he's one of the few who suffered from it firsthand. He woke up the next morning feeling bothered. He could feel that something was wrong inside his room. The silence was kind of uncomfortable. He let his eyes scan the area. Everything was fine, it was the same as he left it last night before he dozed off to sleep. But why does it feel like something was amiss? The windows were still closed, just like how it was last night. The door was locked, and everything looked the same. But it didn't feel right.But his gut feeling told him that there was something not aligned in the room. He took his gun from his pillows before he got out of his bed. He always keeps a gun under his pillow. He doesn't let his guards down and be killed in his sleep, that's pathetic and downright embarrassing.With slow steps he went to the closet where he stashe
Simon held his breath as he watched in focused eyes the video recordings captured during the time of the intrusion. The man entered the front door, which was a bit odd because Simon made sure that the house was locked and the security was activated by the time he had gone to bed. Based on what he saw from the camera recordings, the man wore a mask to conceal its identity. A black jacket with a huge hoodie covered his whole head, so it was hard for them to identify him. “He certainly knows where to get in and out. I wonder how the hell did he locate you?” Federico was sitting while holding a cigar and puffing smoke. Simon called Federico to come to his house the moment Ryzen got the CCTV footage. They gathered at the small space of the kitchen, Ryzen’s laptop was sitting at the center of the dinning table while they all watched in shock eyes what transpired last night. What Federico has said made sense. Simon frowned as different kinds of thoughts run through his mind. There was o
The man that they needed now was Ed Osbourne. He’s one of the few people in the underworld who sells information without any inhibition. He lied by prying into other people’s business and he’s earning a huge amount of money because of it. Federico knew that he needed to talk to Ed. The man might know some information about the painting and who stole it. Whoever stole it must have contacting potential buyers of the painting. If it will be put to auction in the black market, then it would be much easier to locate it and steal it again. Of course, they are going to steal it, more likely take it back from those bastards who had the audacity to take the thing that doesn’t belong to them. “Dammit!” Federico cursed as he tried to connect a call to Ed. The man was so hard to reach, and it was one of the reason why he’s so in demand and the price is really high if you wanted to speak with him. He dialed his number again, and this time he answered. Well, more like his secretary answered.
The race will take place at midnight at one of Ed’s secret place. It was a secluded place where only those who purchased the ceiling-high ticket prices were allowed to enter. All the participants were also from the highest social class, none of them wanted to go home defeated and with ego bruised.Technically, it was a place only for the wealthy. A place where they can spend their money on trivial things like watching the race. Federico gave this ticket to the people guarding the place. They let him in after checking his identity and if the ticket was not counterfeit. The place was dark, the only thing that illuminates the whole area was the scattered pole of lights. The loud beat of music filled his ears, there were strangers dancing to the beat of the sound while waiting for the event to start. “Damn, druggies.” Federico opted to park at the row of cars and remained inside his car. He has no intention in watching the damn race, he’s here to talk to Ed. He pulled out his phone
Some people say that money is the root of all evil. But for him, it is not the root of all evil. Money was simply the mirror of one’s true self. It is money that made people reveal the true monsters that hid in the deepest pit of their heart. “Bring Torres here.” He commanded Arnolf, one of his bodyguards. “Copy, boss.” Arnolf nodded even as he exited the living room. He was cleaning his gun for a special event tonight. He can’t wait to use one of his collections to the person who brought so much stress to him. Torres had been a good business associate. His business made a huge part of his. But apart from being a good businessman, Torres was obsessed in gambling. He gambled so much to the extent that he had to sell his properties. He was neck-deep in debt and that lead him to his situation right now. “Poor boy, he’s going to leave this world early because he’s a fool.” He murmured to himself. But the world would be better off without him anyway, so…” he smirked. Minutes later,
Simon woke up from his dream. His lungs felt like it was about to burst from the lack of air. His body was covered in sweat making his shirt and the sheets wet. “What the fuck was that?” He closed his eyes while he was still gasping for air. What he saw in his dream ws so vivid it almost felt like it was fucking real. “Shit!” He rubbed his face with his palm. He needed to get his witd collected or else he’ll end up in an institution. It has been days since that dream came. It was more likely a nightmare, except the part were monsters in it. In his dream, he’s not dealing with monsters, he’s dealing with actually people. The same people who wanted him dead. And the weird part was the painting. There were two paintings in his dream, exact replica of wach other. “What the fuck does that dream means?” Simon asked himself as he stared at his own reflection at the mirror in his bathroom. He hasn’t told Federico yet about his dream, he’ll definitely sound like an idoit if he’s going
Federico stared at Simon at the rearview mirror. He noticed fine lines in his face despite his young age. He felt pity for the young man, he has been through a lot and Federico wished he could help him in his problem now. “What are you thinking?” Simon blinked and looked at Federico, he was clearly shaken so Federico knew that something was wrong. Simon shook his head, “It’s nothing, I’m just exhausted.” Federico won’t buy it. “It doesn’t look like it’s nothing. C’mon, spill it. You know you can trust me.” There’s no way that he would let Simon deal with all the problems. “Nah, I can handle this.” Simmmon insisted. “The last time that you said that you were ambushed and left to die on the woods.” Simon looked at him again and Federico just gave him a pointed look. He released a sigh of defeat and decided that he would just tell Federico about his dreams. It would hurt to tell a soul about, right? Also, maybe Federico knew something that he doesn’t. The odds are slim but he cou
Simon’s steps were frantic as he made his way to the back part of the mansion. Federico suggested that he go to the front door, but he refused. He didn’t want to add another problem when people in the mansion saw him. He already has a lot on his plate right now, and he wanted to focus on the painting. He jumped on the perimeter wall and his feet landed on the wet grass. Federico was already inside the mansion, he had disabled all the security locks of the mansion for him to have easy access. Once inside the mansion, Simon immediately went to his father’s bedroom, which was situated on the second floor of the mansion right beside the study room. Federico was already there when Simon entered the room. He made sure the door was locked before he joined Federico. “Did John see you?” He was referring to Butler John. Simon shook his head. “I thought he caught you. He just left. He confronted me when he saw me enter the room.” Simon already knew that Butler John was one of the most loy