Someone’s POVBlood splattered on the floor as the man stumbled and fell on the bloodied marble tiled floor. He groaned in pain as he tried to cover the wound that caused his body to become limp.. “Please….” The man was crying, blood and tears mixed in his face. The other men just looked at him, they couldn't do anything but stare at him with pity in their eyes. “Please? What are you begging for? Your life or the life of you mother?” The thick accent of the man in front of them rolled. He was dressed in a suit but it was already stained in blood, but the man didn’t mind though. If there was one thing that he liked the most, it was the image of a man bathed in his own blood that makes his mind go crazy. He loved it when people are dying, especially if he’s the reason for that. The other men who witnessed it were scared to death, they may look composed and relaxed, but that’s not the case deep inside. Their boss was the most cruel human being they had ever encountered, if he’s eve
Much to Federico’s dismay, Simon didn’t approve of his offer to stay in the mansion. Technically, Simon was still the owner of the mansion, and he was just a mere caretaker of it since he disappeared. “Are you sure?” Federico still doesn’t approve of Simon’s decision to rent a place for him to stay. “I don’t want people to know I’m still alive. You were the third person who knew that I survived that ambush. I have no plans to add more people to that list.” Even butler John was oblivious of his presence in the mansion. Simon had been very careful no one would notice him. He’s been in the mansion a couple of time, and as always, he uses the entance at the back to enter the house. Federico let out a defeated sigh. “I just feel you are much more safe if you stay here, the security is top-of-the-line.” “Yeah? But I still managed to sneak inside unnoticed.” Simon didn’t mean to mock, but he wasn’t impress with how the security works. He got in without so much of a fuzz, that means it’s
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