Thread: The Bloodied Blades of Love (Frogger and InsertNameHere)

REBOOT Blake Simon was a stylish 30 year old businessman or, maybe, a trader or, given his athletic greek statue like shape a professionnal sportman... that was what an outside observer would have probably said watching him walking the streets in his black suit, with his well cut short black hair and piercing blue eyes. But appearance could be deceptive for no one would have suspected him to be a former hitman for the now disbanded Carmine Brothers Cartel. Also, nobody would guess his actual job. His current position. Nobody. Unless that quiet watcher could glance at wht was happening inside the huge white bullet proof limo driving to the reknown King Neptune Casino at a rather early morning hour. The said limo was a really big car, one that looked almost intimidating and its interior was decorated with wood, leather, carpet and every possible electronic devices. As well as a mini fridge, a nesspresso coffee machine and many other delightful luxury. 10 people could have probably sit confortably on the leather couches and, yet, only one was sitting and one was kneeling. The one kneeling was Blake Simon and that was his current job. Serving the woman he had been calling Mistress for the last two years. Making sure she'd never lack anything or had to do anything else but manage her empire of crime. This was why the car was about half an hour from the King Neptune Casino. The Neptune Casinos were a franchise of gaming house for rather wealthy and playful people and the King mark was attributed to the biggest in each area. His Mistress put a man named Roger Sturd in charge of the Neptune line of casino about 6 months ago and, after a quick look at the first three months repport, she suspected they didn't bring her the amount of money they should. So, Blake gave the repport to her accountants and, after a week of study, they came to the same conclusion and told her the exact amount of money Mr Sturd was stealing from her. Basically, they took a week to check what she found after a quick glance. So, Blake was escorting his Mistress to pay a surprise visit to Mr Sturd. Such situations often brought at least two questions to Blake's mind. One, how come someone could be so stupid as to betray her? Two, just how smart was she? During the two years he has been serving her, he heard her speak fluently russian, german, japanese, korean, mandarin, spanish, italian and french, saw her win multiple online chess game at the same time and multitasking quite often such as typing complex strategic emails, while leading a meeting through web cam and listenning to some foreign news broadcast. Of course, his job description wasn't only to admire her, no, he had to make sure she was always confortable. This was why he turned on her powerful laptop, placed her new I believe, for security reasons, she has a new one every week or so high tech smartphone at her arm's reach, poured champagne from the car's fridge into a crystal glass which he placed in the holder and carefully removed her expensive heels boots or shoes? to put two velvet pillows under her feet before starting to massage them, one foot at a time, each toe separately. Some people would call it humiliating but Blake was way passed that. Through discipline, she turned him into the perfect pet henchman, personnal assistant. She crushed his ego and rebuilt his psyche as she needed. Now, he accepted her superiority and served her both out of admiration and fear. Admiration for she achieved a ridiculous amount of power at quite a young age and anyone who had eyes could also see just how beautiful she looked. Nature truly blessed her and the finest food and care helped a lot too. Plus there was this nearly overwhelming charisma she possessed... As for fear, well, Blake was one of the few people who coudl talk about her fighting skills. Not her cruelty toward her enemies, her true fighting skills. You didn't want her as an opponent. Just the thought of it, brought the souvenir back. As he said we're 30min to destination Mistress lightly pressing his lips against the tip of her toes, he remembered the first time they met. -----flashback--- The Carmine Brother Cartel had been destroyed two weeks ago by a woman. A rival. Blake knew it and, as he escaped the slaughter, he swore revenge on the one who ordered it. The one who managed to take down his former powerful employer. It took him two weeks to plan it. To manage getting a job in one of her mansions. Her villa in L.A near a private beach she owned too. He infiltrated her house as a waiter and, today, was on his way to bring her her 5PM tea. The downside was that he couldn't have a gun or a weapon here but the good news was that he'd be able to enjoy every seconds of it, klling her with his bare hands. So, as he walked into the large room that served as this villa's office, he carefully put the silver plate on her large desk and, as soon as he finished pouring the tea, he made his move. A very quick and potentially deadly move. It was a powerful jab aiming straight at her throat. He was confident and fueled by a cold rage and, really, how har doculd it be to kill a fashion model in a business suit?