They sat around the table, their eyes were focused on the painting that was laid at the center of it. After Federico explained everything he knew to him, Simon decided at that instant that he would find the truth about the painting. If what Federico told him was tru, then he has to find where that treasure is. He knew he needed that treasure to build his own empire, the one that would dominate in the entire underworld. With the amount of money that he could get, Simon was sure as hell that he become invincible and powerful if that would be in his hands. Federico glanced at the men sitting with him. Simon called another two men to join them in this secret meeting. The two men were strangers to him, but he trusted Simon that these men were trustworthy. “Salvatorre, are you sure about this?” Federico was a little bit skeptical when Simon declared that he would do anything to find the treasure. Federico knew that with that amount of money their lives would be put in danger, not tha

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

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 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

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