"Believe or not, the seats must be warmed, table full, a masked show, 9 pm, absentees will not escape meeting with us all in completion even if it costs their funeral.
By order of the "Mad Prince".
Did that bitch really said this?"
"Yes young sir, I do deeply believe that your five year absence will no longer be tolerated to prolong any further.
It also says that the infamous Frankenstein and your very good friend, Peacock would also be present."
"The nerve but I do love that Peacock is being forced to show up, okay Leo, send me a trusted driver and do deliver my message of participation."
I ordered while chuckling.
"Already done, young sir.
Even if you do refuse, we have no other option but to force you."
"Wow, isn't that a bit harsh?"
"Your father, sir, do these for your own good."
"At least, tell me what pistol was packaged for me?"
"That would be the Glock 18, sir."
"Fast indeed but make sure you have a Colt 1911, five out of the eleven bastards that are to be in that room are not people who you want to go against with a Glock."
"May I suggest the Uzi, sir?"
"That's being lazy, like I said, "skills are needed here".
Do tell father this, he would understand."
"As you wish, sir."
"Then, prepare the norm for me and since it's masked this time, have me the gas mask."
"Is that not disappointing, sir?"
"From someone who suggested an automatic SMG?
Nice luck."
"Haha, let loose, Sir Gustavo."
"Alright, take care."
I gave my last response before putting down the phone with a smile as I stare at the ceiling, waiting patiently for time given.
.........…
"Heading out somewhere?"
I asked Ash as he makes his way to the door.
"Fun."
"Mind if I join?"
"You wanna watch your fellow man fuck or get fucked?"
"Wait, aren't you supposed to be a bottom?"
I mocked.
"We do have pathetic twinks that even I can't comprehend and obviously, I'm not everyone's bitch."
"Stay away from me when you get aids, okay?"
"Really?
Didn't you just have one of my flings fucked earlier?"
"Wow, what a way to get me traumatized.
By the way, do you mind if I have someone over?"
"Bruh, I'm a horrible person.
Are you suggesting to starve a beast and expect it to cuddle?"
"Fine, I'll be away to the very morn then."
"Suit yourself and stay away from my chips."
"I just bought you stuff bro."
"I didn't ask you to."
He remarks and finally exits.
As for me?
I know I have to go get prepared.
But first… the chips and 30 more minutes on my favorite hobby… dating apps.
.........…
The night is perfectly windy, quite chilly, nice foretelling of the incoming winter.
On my best attire, of course, in an all black code, I await for my ride which fortunately, didn't take long, not because it arrived late.
To be more frank, I was just late, it's 9:10 pm and I'm already late.
Finally, my driver appears before me with two cones of ice cream… don't blame my inner child.
"Here you go, sir."
Said the driver and I couldn't even hesitate for a second before snatching up the two cones but in exchange, I paid him in chips.
"I'm fine, sir "
He politely refused.
"Chocolate and vanilla?
Tell me, what aid do you need?"
I asked out of excitement but I could already see the "really bro?" look on his face.
Sorry to have my two favorites as the two most commons, some people just love to have their meals as simple as it can be.
"Then sir, it's my wife's birthday…"
"Ahhh, women matter, ask my butler, despite his nature, I'm sure he'll give you the support you need."
"Thank you so much, sir."
"And a day off right?"
"Unfortunately."
"Done.
Now, drive me to my spot.
No need to wait, cause for sure, I won't be making it home tonight."
"Understood, sir…"
He goes forward and opened the passengers' door for me and continued,
"…Please, do get in."
With a smile and a nod, I entered majestically, watching my steps to not have my ice creams wasted on some unfortunate event.
.........…
Finally, we got to the assigned spot.
A magnificent building which looks more like a business building.
I was dropped off on the entrance.
My guns, strapped, mask, worn, vest, same.
Now, I look like a proper German villain, soothing with the name, Gustavo, since it's root is actually German.
In front of the building's entrance, I took a deep breath, stared at the door for some few seconds before walking in.