Blown up

Farrell:

Ronnie was butt naked, and in his bed was a man. Probably one of his guards because there were suits littered around.

"Sorry to interrupt your business," I said, seeing that the man in the bed was bleeding to death.

My bullet must have gotten to him.

"I never miss," I said with a shrug.

"You.. how… How are you alive?" He trembled, falling to his feet, and moving backwards.

I stood tall, glimmering with pride as he cowered away. He was a coward who wasn't worthy of the title he had, and he acted nonchalantly, and now he was about to go down with this empire.

"Ghosts are real, don't you think so?" I asked, and then he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me.

I laughed immediately, and then I kicked the gun away from his trembling hands. He was still as weak as ever.

"I told you not to fucking mess with me. Look at you, you are nothing without your guards. Next time you should send a smarter person to assassinate me," I said to him.

"But then, there won't be next time. Let me reph