Terral Luxemburg, concerned, asked, "Are you sure he will get the job done, father? I don't want to take any risks."
Tamar Luxemburg, annoyed, snapped back, "That's the stupidest fucking question I've ever heard! Of course there's fucking risk! Sometimes I wonder if you're really my son with your stupidity!"
Terral replied cautiously, "I just wanted to make sure, father... Our company's stocks are going down, and if that assassin you're hiring botches this, then our company won't be able to handle the losses."
Tamar sighed in exasperation, "Of course I already know that! If it wasn't for that scandal of yours with your fiancée's sister, we wouldn't be in this shit. Whatever, there's nothing we can do now. We have to get through with this."
Terral asked hesitantly, "Is this really our only choice, father?"
Tamar scoffed, "Why, do you plan on fucking the girl? Because if you are, I assure you that you don't even have a chance."
Terral, feeling embarrassed, asked, "Why do you say that I have no chance?"
Tamar replied bluntly, "First of all, you're ugly as fuck, Terral. The only reason girls are sleeping with you is because you pay them. Second, you don't know how to fucking flirt."
Terral, resigned, said, "Fine, fine. Just call that assassin of yours before you keep making fun of me."
Tamar smugly replied, "That's what I thought."
The Luxemburg family was considered part of the top 1% of the wealthiest in the US. The family patriarch was Tamar Luxemburg III, the owner and CEO of Lux Construction, Lux Bars, and numerous other businesses. Tamar had 3 daughters and 1 son, but only one child - his son Terral Luxemburg II, named after his grandfather - survived to adulthood as the sole heir to the Luxemburg fortune.
Terral was known as a womanizer and cheater, exposed when a video of him and his fiancée's sister leaked just days before his wedding. Terral constantly sought the approval of those around him, especially his highly critical father, who often disparaged Terral's physical appearance. At 5'4" and less handsome than his cousins, Terral compensated by excelling in business and becoming fluent in 13 languages to impress his 6'0" father.
Unlike the more deliberate Tamar, Terral was hot-headed and rash in his decision-making. However, the Luxemburg family remained one of the wealthiest and most influential in the US, with a net worth of $820 million.
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Tamar Luxemburg called his most trusted assassin, "Bloodshot."
"Bloodshot, are you there?" Tamar asked.
"Yes, boss. Do you have a job for me?" Bloodshot replied.
"I need you to eliminate someone for me, but I want you to be extra careful," Tamar said, his voice betraying his nervousness.
Bloodshot picked up on Tamar's tone. "I see. How much are you paying me for this? The fact that you're warning me makes me think we're dealing with someone important."
"Exactly. I'm willing to pay you $50 million. That's how critical this is," Tamar said.
"Hmm, I heard your stocks went down. Why are you offering such a high amount?" Bloodshot asked.
"Because I need this person killed as soon as possible," Tamar replied.
"Alright, who's the target? I need details - age, family, name, the whole nine yards," Bloodshot demanded.
"I want you to kill Alia Elissandra de Valencia," Tamar said.
Bloodshot hesitated. "Valencia?"
"Yes, a member of the Valencia family," Tamar confirmed.
"You're giving me a death wish! That woman hasn't even been seen in public. How the hell am I supposed to kill her?" Bloodshot protested.
"I know, but she does attend private parties. That's why I want you to do it at my 59th birthday celebration. I assure you she'll be there," Tamar explained.
"I'm sorry, but no. Not even $50 million will revive me once the Valencia family finds out I assassinated her. Her sister just got reinstated by her grandfather!" Bloodshot refused.
"Fine, $80 million then! I just need her dead!" Tamar pleaded.
"I'm not messing with royalty. I can make $80 million elsewhere," Bloodshot said firmly.
"Just tell me how much you want, and I'll pay it! That bitch has been causing me too many problems, and I want her gone!" Tamar insisted.
"Alright, $180 million. But you better make damn sure I won't get caught by the Valencia family!" Bloodshot bargained.
"Deal. The party is in two weeks. My men will send you the clothes for the masquerade," Tamar agreed.
Now that the plan had been meticulously finalized by Tamar Luxemberg, he made sure to meticulously curate a guest list of exactly 590 individuals to attend his lavish birthday celebration. The sheer number of attendees would serve as a clever ploy to create plenty of distractions within the crowd, thereby minimizing the chances of bloodshot being detected. Alongside this, he personally oversaw the creation of special masquerade masks for his men to wear, with a unique design reserved solely for bloodshot, ensuring easy recognition and swift assistance if required during the mission to assassinate the Valencia heiress. To further bolster their strategy, traps were strategically placed along every conceivable escape route within the opulent mansion, a preventative measure meticulously implemented to mitigate any potential disturbances or deviations from the plan. Every member of the affluent Luxemburg family had been extensively briefed on their roles and responsibilities, ensuring seamless coordination and prompt action in the event that circumstances spiraled beyond control during the critical operation.
Bloodshot himself also prepared for the assassination meticulously, leaving no stone unturned. He painstakingly gathered every minute detail he could about the elusive heiress, conducting thorough reconnaissance to uncover any vulnerabilities or weaknesses. However, a perplexing mystery shrouded the heiress - there existed a conspicuous absence of any photographs revealing her countenance devoid of the enigmatic mask she always wore. Her face remained a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few within the echelons of power, instilling a sense of unease in Bloodshot as he contemplated the perilous nature of his clandestine mission.
Nevertheless, the allure of the staggering $180 million bounty beckoned to him, overriding any trepidation that gnawed at his resolve. With steely determination, he honed his arsenal, meticulously inspecting and readying his guns, daggers, and a lethal vial of poison, steeling himself for any eventuality that might arise in the pursuit of his target. Additionally, he meticulously crafted a contingency plan, meticulously preparing drugs to surreptitiously spike the heiress's drink should the need arise, showcasing his strategic acumen and unwavering dedication to mission success.
Furthermore, recognizing the importance of meticulous preparation, Bloodshot committed to memory the intricate layout of the heiress's opulent mansion. He meticulously familiarized himself with the labyrinthine corridors, hidden passages, and concealed chambers, painstakingly plotting each step of his incursion with precision and foresight. By immersing himself in minute details and strategic foresight, Bloodshot aimed to outmaneuver any adversaries and exploit every advantage, ensuring his meticulous plan would culminate in the apprehension of the enigmatic Valencia heiress.
In his pursuit of the Valencia heiress, Bloodshot delved deep into her intricate web of connections, uncovering a plethora of cryptic nicknames that painted a sinister picture of her persona. Among these monikers was the chilling alias of the "Red Queen," a title that hinted at a regal yet enigmatic presence in the underworld. However, it was her association with the infamous "Red Death" that sent shivers down Bloodshot's spine, revealing a dangerous tie to an enigmatic figure synonymous with fear and ruthlessness. As Bloodshot pieced together the puzzle of the heiress's shadowy past, he realized that she was not just a mere socialite; she was entwined with some of the most lethal individuals on the planet.
The heiress's connections ran deep, linking her to a network of ruthless operatives and power players whose reputations preceded them. Bloodshot's mission to eliminate her took on a new level of complexity as he unraveled the intricate threads that bound her to these deadly associates. Each revelation brought him closer to understanding the heiress's true nature, a woman whose allure masked a darker reality of intrigue and danger.
As Bloodshot delved deeper into the heiress's world, he discovered a tangled web of alliances and betrayals, each thread weaving a complex tapestry of deception and treachery. The "Red Queen" was not just a mere title; it was a symbol of authority and command in a realm where power dictated the rules. The enigmatic figure of the "Red Death" cast a long shadow over the heiress's domain, a specter of fear that loomed large in the underworld's darkest corners.
With each new connection Bloodshot uncovered, the heiress's true nature became clearer, painting a portrait of a woman who navigated the dangerous waters of the criminal underworld with finesse and cunning. Her ties to the "Red Death" spoke of a legacy steeped in bloodshed and violence, a heritage that marked her as a formidable player in the deadly game of power and influence.
Bloodshot's curiosity was piqued as he sought to untangle the heiress's intricate web of alliances, eager to learn more about the extent of her connections with some of the most dangerous individuals on the planet. With each revelation, his determination to complete his mission grew stronger, fueled by the knowledge that he was up against a foe who wielded power and influence with deadly precision.
As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Bloodshot realized that the heiress's ties to the "Red Death" and her association with the underworld's deadliest figures were not mere coincidences but strategic alliances forged in the crucible of power and ambition. To assassinate her would be no easy task, for she was not just a target but a key player in a dangerous game where trust was a luxury and betrayal lurked around every corner.
In his quest to eliminate the Valencia heiress, Bloodshot found himself drawn deeper into a world where danger lurked at every turn and the line between friend and foe blurred into a hazy shade of gray. As he prepared to confront his formidable adversary, he knew that the stakes were high, and the outcome of their deadly game would determine not just his fate but the fate of those entangled in the web of deceit and intrigue spun by the "Red Queen."