At 2:30 AM under a pitch-black sky, the assassin skids to a stop at a gritty warehouse in the desolate south docks. He dons a black tactical vest and leather gloves over his shadowy gear. With swift precision, he snaps the rear padlock with bolt cutters and slips inside. The warehouse is a labyrinth of crates under a lone buzzing bulb. The assassin pauses behind a forklift, his breath silent. As the night guard rounds the corner, the assassin strikes like a viper, clamping a gloved hand over the guard's mouth, swiftly looping a garrote around his throat. With brutal force, he drags the lifeless body into the shadows, snatching the guard's baton as he moves to the office door. With expert fingers, he picks the lock and slips inside. The supplier sits at a steel desk, greedily counting cash under a flickering lamp. The assassin levels a silenced pistol at the supplier's temple, his voice icy as he orders him to stand and kneel at the loading-bay threshold. The shot is a whisper of death, and the supplier slumps forward, lifeless. The assassin unfolds a blood-streaked note with the organization's emblem and the words "Debt settled—final warning," tucking it into the supplier's shirt with grim finality. He snaps a photo of the body and note, pockets the supplier's ledger as proof. Exiting through the loading bay, he re-secures the lock, then dials his handler on a secure line. "Target eliminated. Message delivered," he reports with cold satisfaction, before vanishing into the mist between towering containers, leaving no trace.
The cold efficiency of our operations and the ruthless elimination of our enemies is a testament to the organization's power and reach. My reputation as the number two within the ranks of La Casillas is solidified with each swift, bloody warning we deliver. It is an empire built on fear, carefully orchestrated by the boss himself, yet as Aurelio navigates the treacherous waters of this business and evades the tightening noose of law enforcement, he has entrusted me with the crucial role of expanding our influence.
He knows I have the stomach for the fight, the resolve to keep our enemies in check. We are the unchallenged overlords of the trade, our grip tightening each day, each hour, with every strategic move I make under his watchful eye. It is a brutal dance with death, and every step exposes new opportunities and new dangers. Our enemies scatter with each executed plan, but in their desperate scramble, they open new avenues for us to exploit.
The streets know our name; our reputation slithers into every corner of the underworld. As I assume more control and lead with a relentless hand, the next phase of domination is set into motion. Each successful hit, each calculated risk, marks me as the rightful heir to our ever-expanding empire.
The bloody work is done, and with this unpleasant business out of the way, I can finally divert my full attention to more beneficial enterprises that will ensure our continued dominance in this world. With Aurelio's blessing and my future strategies, the time has come to start weaving a vast empire of money laundering—one that will set the standard for decades to come. While others struggle with crude methods, ours will be an intricate, untraceable masterpiece, eclipsing everything that has come before. It is a new frontier for La Casillas, and under my direction, it will operate with the same deadly efficiency that marks all our ventures. I imagine our rivals trembling at the sheer audacity and scale of it, knowing they can never compete.
It was an intricate game of chess, with every move planned and executed with precision. The world of finance was our battlefield, and we had the upper hand. Like a master puppeteer, I pulled the strings of stock markets and corporations, watching as our wealth multiplied and grew. And with the creation of our shell corporations, we had the perfect disguise to hide our true power, leaving our rivals trembling in fear of our unprecedented dominance.
I
A memory surfaces—my father teaching me chess as a child. His eyes were cold and calculating, a reflection of the player he was training me to become. "Think five moves ahead," he always said. "Never let them see your strategy until it is too late." His words still echo in my mind, a mantra that guides every decision, every plan, every ruthless takeover. There was no room for weakness, no patience for mistakes; this was the true inheritance he left me. I learned at an early age that the world is just a chessboard, and I am the one who decides how the pieces will fall. From those early lessons to rising within La Casillas, the game has always been the same: anticipate, outmanoeuvre, and strike with lethal precision. The memory fades, replaced by Aurelio's voice confirming my new mission. The boss understands the importance of my moves; he sees the endgame taking shape. "Never let them see your strategy," my father's voice whispers again. "Outthink them, and you will always win." The meticulous approach that secured my place as the heir to the empire is now set to conquer a different battlefield, where the stakes are even higher, the rewards even greater. I have always been a great chess player, and I am very strategic in everything I do; this business will be no different from this approach.
It helps that my father is always in my thoughts, his strategic brilliance ever-present, each lesson a dagger's edge that guides my every move. Nothing escapes my notice because of his teachings; every possible hazard looms large before me, never allowed to take me by surprise. His constant reminder to think five steps ahead ensures that I avoid traps that could cripple our operations, knowing how to navigate the perilous landscape of our dealings without faltering. I have learned to see potential threats long before they become a true danger, his voice a steady hand that keeps me from venturing too far into risky territories that could jeopardise everything. Our rise in this ruthless world is unhindered by miscalculations or errors in judgment because he has trained me to anticipate every counter-move, every obstacle, turning each one into an advantage before enemies even realize my strategy. His influence is a shield, sparing me from costly mistakes that would hinder our business interests and allowing me to lead with confidence and precision.