LAW 35
MASTER THE ART OF TIMING
48 Laws of Power
The black dragon takes the glass of water and drinks it till half. He places it by his side and looks Baba G, before eyeing the phone.
G forwards his hand, pawl facing up, “You have five minutes and forty-five seconds more to live. Tell me what is your offer to increase time?”
The black dragon looks him with a gaze of unsure, “I represent this whole underworld system. I'll never beg for my life.” he shakes his head in no, his tone is hard and filled with anger but formal anger, the one that doesn't lose it's ground. “You think you are invincible?” he leans on his elbows.
G shakes his head in no.
The black dragon pockets his hand and throws a USB drive at him, “He has smelled your scent, and he is hungry.” his tone is haunting, like a dead man telling his last words but he was dead long ago.
“Who is he?” G asks.
His face mockingly cocks, “Your death! It's all in that drive. I didn't give it to you because you can be prepared, no one is prepared for him, he is inevitable, I just want you to drown in the fear that he is behind you, and he is coming..”
G cocks his head to one side, “Another high power? You know that after you only the God and the Devil have the higher throne”
He evilly smiles, “Oh he need no throne, his existence is enough to wipe out your little pathetic gang.”
G brings his pointing and middle finger on his forehead, bored by his empty threats. He checks the phone, only ten seconds to go.
The dragon leans forward, “For every fire there is an ice, for any unstoppable force is an immovable object.. For every Butcher, there is. . . Lučiano.”
“Who?” G gives concerts.
“The dawn of your darkne-” suddenly a shot is fired penetrates through his forehead making him shut. Blood spill over the back wall and further dripping on the table. Soon the phone starts vibrating. G takes a breath and pockets his gun and closes the timer and pockets it too. He takes the drive from the table and walks away before blessing one last gaze to the dead man.
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Marlon Brando appears to be driving his Audi on the dark side of the road, beside him is Nevada desert. The road is quite and the night is peaceful, he needed peace, surly after just killing three men in washroom. The front must be an evil mafia but what about his guards? Maybe they were also some gunmen but there is a possibility that they were just a regular guards employed to perform their duty without any crime shít. He can only pray that they were criminals, they must have had done some murder otherwise he has killed some innocents. They might have family. Wife with sons and daughters, or some old mother and father laying in bed starving, waiting for their son to come home and bring some food. Marlon hates when an innocent dies by his hand, he thinks the ability to have sympathy is what makes him human, makes him different from Angelo and Baba G.
Suddenly he notices a woman in white dress, standing beside the road busy in her phone. “Eileen?” He stops the car at the side of the road and watches her for a couple of seconds. She looks sad, he gets out of the car and slowly walks up to her.
Eileen hears some footsteps as she quickly looks behind being all alert. Marlon shows his hands with a smile that doesn't match his eyes. She exhales and gets off guards. He goes further and stands beside her and looks over the river that is separating them from the city.
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Gangs Of Vegas: The Butcher
Mystery / ThrillerIn the city, where crime is as common as air, and gangster is nothing but another profession, lives a man, who is feared and haunted by worst of worst criminals and politicians. The man whom devil calls, The Butcher. A man with no emotions, no feeli...
