I’m Someone Else

He had beaten up a lot of people, but not many would try to get back at him, so he wondered who was the one behind this.

One of the men looked at his leader. “So, can we do this now, Boss?”

“Bah, what’s the hurry? The young master hasn’t given his orders yet.” The leader looked at his lackey. He knew his employer was hooking up with his new girl, and they’d have to wait until he was done before they could do anything.

Since the fight was not starting just yet, Thomas looked at them in silence. He was still weak from the injuries he had received earlier, so he wanted to rest up for a bit.

Meanwhile, a man and a woman were lying in a messy bed in an expensive condo, which was located somewhere in the city center. The man picked up the remote control on the nightstand and turned on the TV. The screen showed Thomas facing off against a group of armed burly men. “It’s your birthday, and I have a present for you, babe.” He knew full well what Felice wanted. He figured she would stay loyal to him if he showed her this footage.

“Thomas? Oh, honey, I want him dead. Turn him into mincemeat! No, torture him before he dies!” Felice’s eyes shone when she saw what was happening on the screen. She hated Thomas’ guts, and if possible, she would like to kill him herself. Walt might just be using her as a fling, but they did date for eight years, and because of Thomas, he was amputated. All the wealth and power she gained through hard work disappeared. If it weren’t for the fact she was open enough to sleep around, she would never have hooked up with this guy, and she would be forced to live the life of a peasant.

“If you say so, babe.” The man smirked and ordered his men, “Do it.” He then hugged Felice.

for the birthday present, honey! Tell you what, for now onward, as long as

The man laughed.

right. Though, I have to say this man here is a sc*mbag, too. Walt used to work for his father,

eyes were glued to the screen. The thought of seeing Thomas getting killed filled her with some sort

night lives when that young master told them to come here to do something, and now they were waiting for his orders. They were hoping he would make it quick since this was a waste of their time. In truth, they wouldn’t even listen to him if it weren’t for his father

shut it,” the leader roared.

master, but we only take orders from his father; he can’t really tell us to do anything.

the gang. If we disobey him, don’t you know

their heads, sighing.

leader was holding. So, the mastermind wants a live show? Very well.

serious. “Alright, we have our

been waiting for

Let’s see how you fend off a group