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

The man hired an expert to check on the painting. He paid an extra amount of money just so the expert would decipher the secrets that were hidden by that infamous painting. He actually felt so proud of himself that he’s now the owner of the painting. He wouldn’t want that painting to be in the hands of useless retards like Verga. In his hands, it would be put to proper use. He descended on the stairs going to the basement of the mansion. As one of the most feared criminals in the world, his name was always on the list of most wanted persons in the country. And not only that, his enemies were just waiting for the right opportunity to kill him, and he’s not giving them that chance. The basement of his mansion was like a fortress. No one can enter from the outside if it’s locked from the inside. And that’s just how he made it. He made sure to ensure his safety if ever there’s a breach in his security system or if there was an ambush. He’s always read, and he’s not dumb like Salvator

Janus was terrified when he woke up in a room with his hands and feet bound together in a chair. He was still feeling a little bit dizzy and he can’t seem to think of any reason as to why. Janus tried to stir his memory, recalling the last time that he’s conscious and how the hell did he end up in this shit hole. “Ah, fuck!” He groaned loudly when he felt like his head would crack open anytime. Someone must have slammed his head into something concrete for him to have this kind of headache. His blurry eyes scanned his surroundings. There was a man standing on the front door. He had eyeglasses on so Janus couldn’t really recognize him, especially since the room was only lit with a single bulb. “Who are you?” He asked the man, but there was no response at all. “Hey! I’m talking to you! Where the fuck am I and who the fuck are you?” Janus tried to pull his hand but to no avail. The ropes are too tight, plus his tied hands were bound to the chair, so were his feet. “Shit!” Frustrat

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

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