I lie on me stomach, my masked face tipped towards the wall, assuming the pose of a gunned down dead man. I’ve got time on me hands now to think about how everything went a bit pear-shaped this evening.
Imagine my surprise when I watched Cezar’s head get severed from his body, by none other than his bitch, Rose. Me cock actually twitched at the sight of her swinging that sword all superhero badass in her prick-teasing black catsuit, but I couldn’t let her get away with it—even though she just made me a free man.
Bang!
Sorted that bitch right out.
Rose losing her pretty temper was almost understandable. The bitch had been fucked every which way to hell and back. She had nothing left to lose and Cezar was thinking of having his faithful pet put down, anyway… something I would have enjoyed participating in.
After doing some damage control by giving a little speech to the attendees, gunfire could be heard coming from outside, alerting me to the fact we seemed to have some unwanted visitors. This added to the dilemma of two dead bodies laid out for all and sundry to see.
Tonight was turning into a right bloody shambles.
As I took off towards the noise, I recalled seeing two costumed wankers showing a little bit too much interest in Rose and Cezar’s deaths as they shoved rich fuckers out the way, trying to have a gander.
Something was bloody wrong with that picture.
I took a detour because it would appear from the gunfire coming from the floor above me, we might be under siege.
Ain’t that just dandy?
Me sentinels shouldn’t need to be firing their weapons, because words held enough power in Cezar’s world to keep order.
Instinct kicked in—the type that has kept me alive until now—and I planned to keep it that way. I headed in the other direction; the one I knew would lead to secrecy and safety.
I made the snap decision to yank Kane by his suit jacket into the privacy of a doorway, when he came charging towards the great room and nearly crashed into me.
Through Cezar’s sudden and uneventful death, I’d been handed the power of command to laud over him. I was now the guv’nah—the man to be obeyed, without question.
Kane will always follow orders to the letter. The man is loyal to the core and has a thirst in his blood for killing—especially women—he enjoys it too much and at times needed to be kept on a tight leash. Another set of eyes would get me outta here alive; giving me time to put my fast forming plan into action. Kane thought he was special, that I was savin’ him—whatever keeps them loyal. He would be of great use for what I’m cooking up on the fly.
I had mere seconds to tell him me little secret and issue him orders letting him know where we would meet up. Not that our party-for-two will happen; he is purely my decoy.
I made it to the wall I knew held secrets. In a controlled manner and on a muffled groan, I shot meself in the arm ruining a new, black Versace suit. The noise was swallowed up by all the mayhem inside the house and then I assumed the pose from Saw I, where the bad guy lies in plain sight pretending to be dead, in a pool of his own blood. Fucking loved that movie.
My arm burns from the flesh wound but it’s a small price to pay while I bide my time.
Should I need to unload some bullets into a passer-by who isn’t convinced of my staged demise, my gun is loaded and hidden beneath me body.
I’ve always known how to play the game; stay one step ahead. Cezar recognized that quality in me. He was shopping around many years ago looking for somebody he could trust, beyond all others, to bring into his dark and violent world. Unbeknown to me, he was studying my every move to see if I was a good candidate.
I led him into me world as an underground MMA fighter in London, where street-smarts and me fists kept me breathing every fucking day. He saw my potential and offered me a job within his insane world.
I am now a ridiculously wealthy man. I’ve had no time to spend my own fortune on meself—always by Cezar’s side—always ready to do his bidding.
I have stayed true. I am loyal. But now I am a free man to live a life of excess, and that is ever so inviting. My money is secure and I have everything I could ever need at my disposal to live me life out in comfort and style in the real world.
But I am first and foremost a fighter; a man who doesn’t walk away. We have a traitor among us and I aim to find out who dared to commit such treason.
Cezar will be avenged.
For now, I bleed and get ready to make me next move.
I am David Smith. One of over six thousand men with the same name from Great Britain.
I walk among you as Filip.
I am anonymous.
I always have been.