Into The Grandiosity

Part 4

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People in Ahncel worshipped me as an idol. For I had climbed my way on top by eliminating Adel and other powerful leaders here in just a matter of eight years. My rise in power started with Adel's health worsening ever since I constantly drugged him without his awareness; with the help of Madrina, the queen of cocaine.

Naturally, I stood up as the leader after his death from a heart attack at the age of 47. Cameron Kezelo Alekseev, the chameleon manipulator; but more famously known as Kezelo out of all my aliases. Now, in control for one of the biggest communities in Ahncel.

Since my exposure widened, I couldn't stay low key to be a decoy. Therefore, I pursued other fields such as illegal drug trades together with Madrina, racketeering and counterfeiting money.In case you didn't know, a racket is when the criminal creates a problem for others for the purpose of solving that problem by some type of bribery.

Also, I managed to wreck the lives of the people on my enemy list. My parents, Madam Zaha and Angelica; they were sentenced in a special house to be under my close watch. The treatment there was definitely dreadful, but what did I care? The word empathy no longer existed in my dictionary.

I saw nothing wrong in my actions, just much more wicked than what they did to me. Maybe if they were nicer to me back then, this wouldn't happen at all. Oh how the tables have turned, I no longer looked inferior in their eyes.

Thanks to Angie's idea of sending me the flower bouquet, I sent black roses every month to all of them.

With a card written "May you live and die in peace/piece".

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"Ooh, today's the day~" 2 hours more, I would make my grand appearance at the biggest hall of Devthrils, as one of the most influential people in the country. "It wouldn't hurt for a few ounce" I drew out a bottle of premium whiskey from the storage of the car I rode in.

My driver glanced at me for a second and later played a jazz song that instantly elevated the ambiance. "At least you have a good taste in music, hmm," it was meant as a compliment for him. Most drivers I met were too occupied in driving, unknowingly increase the tension unlike this one.

Should I or should I not? hesitated, I wasn't sure if a mere chauffeur would have a name besides Carson, if they were even worthy for one. I thought of asking him to privately work with me, any car ride wouldn't feel tedious with a good chauffeur.

The intersection, I was too late.

A large truck came in escalating like there was no tomorrow from the intersection at the right. People say that you would experience the time slowing as you are just seconds away from crashing, but mine felt like everything was speeding up more than usual.

Why couldn't I hear the driver slamming the brake, or the tires screeching? Why was my shriek the only sound I heard last from the moment?

Tiny bits of shattered glass soared against the direction of the collision, grazing my face like claws. On the spur of the moment, the car rolled like clothes in the washing machine for god knew how much. Even in safety belt, my body collided against all the sides of the car against the motion of the car.

And it stopped, I think.

No, keep your eyes close. This is just a dream. Was I in shock? Or the tranquility lulled me to just lay on the cold ground for another 10 minutes?

Wow, Fiero. You're such a baby. Get your ass up and go to the ceremony now! Things weren't pitch black as what I expected. A boy who looked just like me in my teenage years flashed a revulsion look. So chagrined, he might even step on my moribund body.

My eyes twitched open to wake up from this dream only to find someone was standing in front of me with piercing eyes just as intense as the boy. His right hand produced a phone from the pockets of his navy blue suit.

Navy blue suit, sleek back hair brown shoes, just like me.

"W-why?" the word chocked as if there were glass shards blocking my throat. Blood trickled down into my eyes and my mouth, metallic but sweet.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, his left leg jerked up to his waist before thrusting at my head. Beyond question, it was a one heavy blow.

Why did you come so early to me, death? Why couldn't you come to me after I show myself publicly to the world? So everyone could remember me.

I'm sorry, Fiero. I have failed you.

Now the only one would remember me is only me, myself and I.

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