Bruno/The Professor
“Damn it!” Razzag shouts in his own language as he shuts the door and makes the biggest mistake of his life.
Locking himself in with me.
He said that his personal office was in the first mansion. Well, that's a lie as fat as his ass. This is definitely his personal office. No doubt about it. Why? Let me tell you. There is a floor-to-ceiling library covering the entire right wall with whips between the shelves, a big black desk holding his ego and a chair that probably belonged to a king in the past, if those are not enough for you, how about the fact that there are lines of cocaine on top of his desk. That’s something he doesn’t do in public. Ever.
My body is hidden in the shadows, camouflaged among old books.
His fat body walks over to the desk and sits on his chair, his heavy ass lands on the surface of the throne like a baby elephant. He picks up his phone and starts making calls.
“Have you got any news for me? Well, that’s disappointing. Keep at it! I want them dead! All of them, you hear me? I want his head on my desk before sunrise!” He angrily says then hangs up by slamming the handset onto its base.
My dark laughter echoes through the silent air of the room.
Razzag's face turns pale. He quickly gets up from his chair and comes to a sudden stop when he hears me cock my gun.
Click.
Oh boy, that beautiful sound.
The Professor is ready.
Speaking in Arabic, I start the conversation.
“Sit Razzag, Let’s have a chat,” I smile sarcastically as I come out of the shadows.
He doesn’t seem to be surprised by me speaking to him in his language.
“I knew it. There was something off about you. But I couldn’t figure out what it was. You’re a fool. What are you trying to accomplish here?” He laughs. “Frankly, it doesn’t matter. You think you can escape from this place? Your only way out will be inside a body bag, but not before I had my way with you.”
Still smiling and with the gun pointed at him, I take the chair across from him and sit comfortably. He looks relaxed now, probably because he believes he is in control of this situation.
“Let me explain a few things to you first. They are some things I’d like you to know before you die, because I don't usually just kill anyone who gets in my way, only sons of bitches like you, so make yourself comfortable because when you listen to what I’m about to tell you, you're going to realize how a small stupid mistake cost you everything.” I'm grinning.
Razzag is watching me, trying so hard not to show fear, but he sucks at it. That happens when you’re used to being the one who instills fear in others while being surrounded by security and calling all the shots. If I had to guess, he’s panicking right now.
I can practically smell it.
“There are guards right outside my door, boy. I just have to raise my voice a little and they'll be all over you in a second.”
“Babe?” I call her casually, without losing eye contact. I use the same calm, arrogant tone that I’ve been using all this time.
She opens the door slowly, letting the bodies of the two guards, who were protecting the door a minute ago, fall lifelessly on the doorstep of the office, reminding him who has the biggest dick in the room.
“Did you call for me?” she asks with her sweet voice.
Now it's time for Razzag to understand how fucked he is in this scenario.
“That's all, thank you, my love.” I say over my left shoulder.
She drags the bodies out of the room and closes the door.
“So, let me tell you a little story.” I rest my wrist holding the gun over my knee and begin to narrate. He’s still looking at the door, only he doesn’t seem to be very confident anymore, “Once upon a time there was a charming teenager. This teenager was eager to live, with a voracious appetite for life that only a few people have. He wanted to know the world before settling down, so, his family, of course, supported him and he went to see some of the wonders of the world. But, what happened you might ask? He suffered the same fate as countless other teenagers like him, he was kidnapped and stripped of his freedom, subdue his mind to an old man and they made him a fucking slave,” I say while clenching my teeth.
“What does all that shit have to do with m—,” he says.
“That teenager’s name was Dante” I say, cutting him off and his eyes dart to mine.
