Chapter 2. And even the hottest flame will no longer warm them.
The first victims are always fun. Do you like the corpses of your comrades, father? Of course, you do, because it means there is one less competitor. More chances to keep your beloved money for a few more years of your miserable life. Isn't that why you invited all these pompous fools here? Although, I am not interested in the answer to this question. I wanted to write about something else. I will remind you who you were. Before death, an entire life flashes before your eyes. And, father, I will help you with this.
Do you remember how we lived peacefully and happily before luck smiled upon you? You had a family, a real family! Not that empty word that you now use to describe your depressing gathering of freaks. You had a family, and you loved her! And we all loved you. It was a great time. But wealth corrupted you. Soaring high with your business, you went mad. You fell hopelessly in love with money, attaching tags of uselessness to your flesh and blood. All for another zero on your bank account. Connections, illegal income, crimes - you not only crossed the line of morality but embarked on an irreversible path. A little later, you realized that we could be used. My mother, she loved you dearly and therefore agreed to help you with dark deeds, allowing you to hide behind her as a shield in all dirty financial matters! You forced me, disregarding my wishes, to study law at your beloved Harvard so that I would help you with affairs!
But these are trifles; I would have survived them. But you...you turned my sister into an elite prostitute! You put her under anyone who could bring you benefits! You ruined her life, bastard! She hid it for three years, trying to come to terms with it. But it wasn't enough for you, never enough, NEVER ENOUGH! And eventually, Mom found out about it. And died of a heart attack! And you didn't even come to the funeral. If only I had known about all this earlier... And you continued to exploit us! And then you were surprised why my sister tried to betray you. You deserved it. And I regret very much that I couldn't stop you from pulling the trigger back then. And here lies the irony. In 4 days, no one will stop me from pulling the trigger. And again. And again. And again...
Post Scriptum: I will leave this letter with your secretary Beatrice. As far as I know, father, you often read letters...in your bed. I decided to help the girl and invite you to her bed this time. Although I don't understand what you find in her - her cold, lifeless eyes are very repulsive.
There were three of them again, and Alejandro's nerves began to fray. In the morning, he was not himself; at first, he did not talk to anyone, and then he broke down and yelled at his guards.
-Find that offspring, which should have been shot when it was still a child! So that it wouldn't suffer! So that I wouldn't suffer!
And once again, the victim was strangled! It seems the killer is getting into the groove, although this time it was easier for him -
WhiteLizard was not distinguished by impressive physical data. But he still resisted; late at night, the noise of the fight woke up the guards. But they arrived too late - by the time
WhiteLizard had already passed away.
Another victim was
Gil4. Two shots in the chest, one in the head - and no one heard anything. Clean work! Something went wrong only when those in neighboring rooms felt the smell of smoke. To completely cover all traces, the killer poured strong alcohol, presumably whiskey, over
Gil4's body and set it on fire. The flames were extinguished before they engulfed the room, but by that time, only charred remains remained of the victim. Although you could still make out a couple of tattoos.
Kyle giggled stupidly all morning and talked nonsense. And also terribly annoyed with sniffing his nose. As a result, because of him, Alejandro broke down on his security.
Werevolka stated that while she was sleeping, someone thoroughly rummaged through her things. She also warned Meyers that if he did not sort everything out as soon as possible, the recent events would be interpreted "not in the best way."
After that, she called her people and whispered something to them about a delicate citrus scent.
Pandora said that a large man, who was not very pleasant in appearance and completely devoid of manners, came to visit her. She didn't even listen to his obscene ravings; almost immediately, she kicked him out of the room and locked the door behind him.
One
Dgak seemed happy. He looked fresh and cheerful; the deaths of business partners bothered him little - he himself is still alive and well.
Alive:
Kyle
Slonysh
Zedzi
Werevolka
Pandora
OMEGA
Dgak
Nebo
WisTrit
Amko
Thorium
Xostor
