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"Why do I have a feeling this is only the beginning?" I muttered more to myself as Viktor turned back to focus on the road as the light changed.
"That's because it is," he answered as his eyes darkened. "And all I pray for is that we come out alive after all of it."
My lips couldn't help but lift at his words as I relaxed into the pink leather seats and pulled my phone out to look at the still picture of the two of us in the elevator.
Dimitris Moore. You're on my radar list.
~DIMITRIS~
"Letthe other guards continue to secure the spots we're targeting for business. I'll be fine on my own."
"Yes, Sir."
My driver bowed before he walked to the driver’s seat of the black car that carried the other two guards. I waited until they were out of the parking lot and heading onto the main road before activating the tint function of my Lamborghini and pressing the speed dial button on the touch screen.
The phone barely rang before it was picked up.
"AHHH!!!!"
I looked at the screen, unsure whether to frown at the distressed scream or smile knowing the next set of information gathered was on its way to my inbox. Deciding to risk the video function, I clicked on it to see the bloody scene - an older man fighting hard against the silver chains that burned his flesh, keeping him captive against a grim wall.
"You blind fucker! Wait till I get out of these chains! I'll rip those arms of yours and get my whole pack to fuck you over! No! I'll get the De Lucas to destroy your whole bloodlin-AHH!" The man's body began to shake as red electric shocks shot through him, electrocuting him until he was knocked out cold.
"Seriously, Neo?" a voice in the background questioned. "Are you cleaning this shit up? Cause I ain't fucking doing it!"
"Sure," the soft-spoken voice answered. "Finish up. I'll be a while."
"I sometimes question your sanity. Why do you have to paint every scene like it's going to aid in solving a case?"
"Stop throwing a tantrum and let's finish up. I'm not falling behind on our plans and missing out on the party on Wednesday," a third voice stated. "Be back, Neo. Tell Trix we're being good."
"Sure."
"He isn't even listening!"
"You're lucky he didn't try to kill us like last time when we interrupted him while he was painting that man in the snow."
"Can't believe we have that hanging in our living room."
"Sacrifices."
Two of the voices faded while I picked up the tender strokes of a brush against a canvas. I could only imagine what creative masterpiece he was painting in a dungeon that smelled like blood and burnt flesh.
"Should I call back?" I never played around with Neo when it came to his ways of creating art. I found it rather intriguing how each piece he created was based on real-life situations and sold for billions. If only they knew how realistic his paintings were.
How they're based on the shed of blood from all those who fought hard to defy us.
The long pause left me wondering if I should hang up, but Neo finally spoke.
"I'm here."
"Did you actually pick up the phone?"
"No. Jayce did with his watch. He was hoping you'd call and see what's happening, but we took a bit of a video just in case," he quietly explained, taking his time to articulate the words.
Whenever he spoke with care it meant he was fighting the urge to return to his work of art.
"I won't be long," I assured him. "Just checking in and letting you know the deal went through. You can kill that guy if he ain't going to talk. Not like you were second-guessing or anything."
