Bronson Riddick stood on the front deck of the Alysium, just in front of the swimming pool looking out across the harbour, a cup of coffee in his hand. His massive yacht was parked in the marina and had been for several weeks.It was early spring, and the weather was starting to turn pleasant although there were some darker clouds off in the distance that could bring some light rain. To his right, he could see the city with its endless skyscrapers and the distant drone of emergency vehicles blaring their sirens.Riddick spent most of his time on his yacht these days because that’s where he felt the safest. He liked the sense of safety that it provided, and it made him feel like a king in a castle surrounded by deep motes and hills, limiting a possible assassin’s access.Although far from one, Riddick fancied himself a king. From the Elysium, he could run his little cocaine empire like a king on a throne. If somebody crossed him or refused to repay a debt, he could simply Batıkent Escort order their execution and it was so; just like a king ordering a beheading.On his particular morning, he was thinking of Anne Boleyn, the famous queen of England from 1533 to 1536. Her beheading had been ordered by her own husband, and something was intoxicating about that kind of coldness. He loved the idea of having that kind of power, and on some level, he had achieved it. He was one of the biggest, and most feared names in the cocaine trade. He had survived this long by being smart and savvy, and making sure he had eyes in the back of his head. He never went out without a gun in his waistband.He was about to take another sip of his coffee when he heard the buzz of the intercom. He was all alone on his yacht and was expecting two of his associates for a meeting about the hit on Julie Koop that he was about to put into motion. He put down the cup of coffee he was Batıkent Escort Bayan holding and made his way through the large sprawling living room, and down towards the back of the Elyssium to where the main entrance door was located. He opened the door to find two men standing in front of him, Jimmy Chen and Clayton Radcliffe, two hitmen that had worked for Riddick before.Both men looked extremely cold and ruthless, these were not good people. Both men had been working for Riddick for several years and had never disappointed their boss. They had carried out hits on more than one of Riddick’s adversaries, many of them in broad daylight. They both knew that any time they were summoned to the Elysium they’d be asked to do Riddick’s dirty work, and they’d be paid well.Jimmy Chen was thirty-two years old and was half Asian and half white. He had an unpleasant scar on the left side of his face and looked like just to kind of man you’d expect Escort Batıkent to be in the cocaine trade.Clayton Radcliffe was the same age as Riddick, and a big man, standing at 265 pounds. He had a big muscular gym built body and cold, lifeless blue eyes. Like Riddick he too was bald. He wasn’t known for his intelligence and served mostly as a debt collector and intimidator.“Come on in, gentlemen,” Riddick said as he motioned for them to enter the living room.Jimmy and Clayton sat down on a long leather couch looking around at the grandeur of Riddick’s yacht and admiring the wealth and opulence. Riddick walked over to a beautiful wet bar made of dark mahogany wood. There he had left a few pictures of Julie Koop, he picked them up and handed them to the two men sitting in front of him.“I’m sure you guys know why you’re sitting here. You’re two of the best in the business. That hit you did on Joey Malone last year was immaculate, probably one of the cleanest hit jobs I’ve ever seen,” Riddick said as he sat down on the couch, directly across from the two men.Jimmy looked down at the pictures of Julie Koop in his hands, and, after looking at them briefly handed them to Clayton. He looked at them before placing them on the couch beside him.