CHAPTER 61
URIZEN FOLLOWED Erick Hughes. As usual, the boy was completely predictable. Went to a nightclub in central London and saw him having fun with some girls, while sipping a Pimm's!
In those many years living in London, this had been the best discovery. Pimm's is a summer cocktail, served in pubs only in the warmer months of the year. Nobody ever knew for sure when it was possible to order Pimm's, seeing someone with a glass of that in their hand meant that winter was numbered. Pimm's is a concentrated gin-based drink, which must be mixed with Schwepps Citrus, in a proportion of one to three, along with orange, strawberry, apple and also mint leaves, but the main thing: cucumber slices and lots of ice.
His every step was closely followed by Urizen.
ERICK WALKED UP to the VIP area and three models sat naked on his lap, he waited for the perfect opportunity, when security was changing shifts, he sneaked in, grabbed his silenced pistol and walked into the room, pointed in Erick's direction and he said.
— If they open their beaks, all four will die.
Two of them started to run, but Urizen shot them in the head, the third was so scared and scared that she didn't even notice when she was shot in the head. He was unconcerned, as he knew that the room was soundproofed so that no one could hear what was happening inside and vice versa.
— What the hell are you doing here? Put that fucking gun down, if my brother finds out he'll...
— Is he really going to find out... and if he does, can he do something?
— Dude... I helped you...
— Helped me? Are you sure what your fucking mouth is saying?
Urizen fired the first shot into his knee and saw him howl in pain.
This is music to my ears...
— Shit, man… are you crazy? That's why we're friends...
— Do you by any chance remember Carine Scott?
Erick remembered her very well, she was the first girl he had sex with in his life, and the first time no one forgets.
She'd believed he'd get her out of that shitty orphanage life, her father an alcoholic, mother had died of cancer and a soft-ass brother who never did anything but study in his room.
— You killed my sister, led her into a life no one deserved to live.
— We can negotiate... you know me... you know I always keep what I promise...—
Urizen fired another shot, this time in the other knee.
— Damn… I'm going to kill you, — he roared in pain.
— No, Erick… it won't… your infamous life ends here. Before that, I want to see you suffer, unfortunately you will not suffer as much as my sister suffered.
Urizen pointed the barrel at his cock.
— Man…anything but that, please do whatever you want…
Urizen fired and saw half of his member pop out, he stuck the barrel of the gun in his mouth and said:
— You don't like to be on every front page, you bastard? — Tomorrow it will be in all of them, I'll make sure to take really nice pictures.
And fired.
After that, he sent the images to some newspapers, who would be delighted with the news.