The Causatum of Revenge: Thatcher Series

[13] 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

[13]

𝗟𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗢𝗿𝗽𝗵𝗲𝘂𝘀'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Percival and I visited our casino business with an iron hand. The allure of wealth and power drew hordes of addicted players willing to wager millions in pursuit of fortune.

"Master, can I bet?" tanong ni Percival sakin. Tumango lang ako at sinamahan siya sa table kung saan nakaupo ang mga businessman na kilala namin.

"Good to see you here, Lothaire." Dencio, one of our board member and investor in the corporation greeted me. Tumango lang ako, hindi ako pala salita, lalo na kung iba yung pakiramdam ko.

Because earlier as we surveyed our domain, a sense of unease crept over me. Amidst the throngs of eager gamblers, a group of unfamiliar figures caught my attention. Ten mysterious intruders slipped into the casino, their presence like a foreboding omen in the air.

Napailing nalang ako, narinig kong around 2 million ang pinusta ni Percival. Parang barya sa kanya ang milyon ah. Before I could react, chaos erupted. Gunfire shattered the ambiance, sending panic rippling through the crowd. I quickly steered the people away, knowing that me and Percival had to confront this threat head-on.

Bago sakin 'to ah?

I mean, the feeling. I know they're not from LWA, hindi sila susugod ng ganito basta basta. As bullets flew and tension thickened, Percival engaged in a deadly dance with the assailants, only to realize that one of them moved with uncanny familiarity - a telltale sign of intimate knowledge. The heck? Bakit alam niya ang galawan ni Percival? Now, I made a decisive move. I understood the stakes were higher than mere business rivalry. These assailants were no ordinary foes seeking retribution but an unknown shadows that needs to be figure out. Wala sana akong planong patayin sila, dahil bibihagin ko sana at tatanungin pero huli na dahil natatamaan ko sila sa ulo. Nakita kong tapos na din makipag laban si Percival dun sa isa, hindi ko akalain na nahirapan si Percival. Naka full-mask yung kalaban niya kaya nung natumba na nilapitan naming dalawa.

Hindi ko alam, bigla ako nakaramdam ng kaba.

Inalis ni Percival yung mask ng lalaki, at napamura nalang kami nang makilala namin kung sino ang taong yun.

It's Rainenian.

"What the fuck?" he is a trusted Underboss and ally, paano nangyaring kinakalaban kami ngayon?

"Kaya pala alam ang galawan mo, Perci." Disbelief gripped us, our world upended by this unexpected betrayal. Questions swirled in our minds, each more unsettling than the last. Had Rainenian turned against us? What motives lay hidden behind his masked facade?

At ano ang grupong 'to? Hindi ako maniniwalang LWA 'to, ibang iba gumalaw ang LWA.

"Percival, wag mo muna sabihin 'to sa kahit na sino. Palabasin nating natagpuang patay si Rainenian." tumango lang si Percival, he's out of words I know.

I grappled with a new reality. Betrayal had cast its shadow upon our group, leaving scars that ran deeper than wounds of the flesh. In the world of power and ambition, trust was a fragile currency, easily devalued by the whispers of treachery.

Pero sa mundong ginagalawan namin, who cares about those scars? Hindi namin pwede ipakita na mahina kami at nasasaktan kami. The underboss must not know of what we had uncovered; it was imperative to discern friend from foe before revealing our hand. With steely resolve, we wasted no time in disposing of Rainenian's body, erasing all traces of the betrayal that threatened to consume us. In a calculated move, I reached for my phone and dialed Vince's number.