The Last Dict Standing

Life is short, and I always believed that we should enjoy our lives to the fullest. That's what I've been doing for the past twenty-five years of my existence. As the only child of the owner of the DICTator Group of Companies, I have the luxury of doing and getting literally whatever I want."Junior, I thought you'd never come." Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face.Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women."You know me. I always want to make an entrance." I smiled back at him. Yes, I'm a sucker for attention, and I like it when all eyes are on me when I walk into the club. "Please give me the usual," I said, referring to my usual poison, snakebite.Snakebite drinks are ra

Women are impossible to live with and even more difficult to live without. I always ended up in trouble every time I got involved with women, especially the pretty ones. They may appear cute, friendly, sweet, and kindhearted, but the truth is, they were just the devil hiding inside their angelic faces. A predator hunting for innocent men as their prey. She will take advantage of our frailty and exploit our weaknesses and vulnerabilities. Scam! Despite it all, we still choose to love them.I swore to myself that I would never fall for another pretty face with a big rack, a voluptuous physique, and seductive eyes. Never again!I'm still disoriented after what happened. I still can't believe that I accidentally killed one of the most notorious assassins on the island. I kept thinking about it over and over again. The sight of her lifeless body with a cracked skull and parts of her brain poking out of her head still lingers in my mind. It will hunt me every night and give me nightmares.

My aching body was awakened by the excruciating pain in my head. I've been taking a lot of medications for several days. My therapist told me it would help me recover from the trauma of the incident. It's difficult to accept that I'm now a murderer, even though it was all in self-defense. Instead of making me feel better, I believe I'm getting sicker by the day. My vision was still hazy as I tried to figure out what had happened when I opened my eyes.I found myself tied to the headboard of the bed, a necktie in one hand and a leather belt in the other. The window panes were open, and a cool breeze crawled down my skin, giving me a tingling sensation."What the fuck happened to my clothes?" While staring at my naked body, I exclaimed in surprise.I tried everything I could to break free and loosen the ties on my hands, but they were too tight, and the more I squirmed, the tighter they became. Then I heard footsteps approaching me. Panic fueled me, and adrenalin pumped through my body

It's been a week since the safe house was compromised. We were relocated to the El Latro Organization's military base for our safety after Athena had fully healed from her injuries. Tiny, the commander of the El Latro soldiers, is in charge of the base. The base also serves as a training facility for recruits and members.Red oversees a laboratory facility that is also located within the base. I brought Athena to Red's lab so he could check on her. He also has to learn more about her and the microchip inside her skull. I'm intrigued by what happened to Athena and who she truly was because her recollections are limited."Well, well, well, I can't believe we're finally seeing each other after fifteen years." Red greeted me with a friendly smile and an overwhelming hug.His family lived in the Third District, and we hadn't seen each other since I was ten years old. We used to be close, and although we live thousands of miles apart, we still interact with one another. We only lost contact

I examined the bodies in front of me one by one. It was a terrifying sight. Some of them were disfigured, and others were severely tormented, as evidenced by visible wounds and bruises on their bodies. Some people have lost body parts or have their guts outside their bodies. A body has had its arms and legs severed by a chainsaw that is still lodged in its chest. They all died horribly, and whoever did this to them doesn't appear to have a conscience. It is cruel. Is this the kind of world I'll be living in from now on? Will I be a good leader for these types of people?I couldn't stand looking at the lifeless bodies. It makes me sick to my stomach. They may have done awful things when they were still alive, but they are still humans, and they don't deserve to be tortured in this manner. I bolted from the scene and exited the building. My grandfather attempted to stop me, but he decided to let me go so I could get some fresh air. All of this revelation and information were too much fo