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Iestyn ap Llywelyn was by no means an extraordinarily violent man. Sure, he had killed a few people in his life as a crew leader in Detroit(and before he got authed) but that was something that was expected and needed. He had to make his bloodline look good and the way to do that was to kill a fuck up every now and again. It was unfortunate that they existed but very fortunate that he hadn't had one in a while.
Sometimes though...sometimes one does something that they aren't proud to admit...
Often people will kill for admirable reasons such as revenge, war, love, etc but other times it's for something petty. Like jealousy. I don't mean jealous over a woman or something. Although in a way, I guess, it can be similar. You want something you can't have and therefore jealousy creeps up and you make a decision to either ignore those feelings or act on them.
The last time Iestyn had those feelings he decided to act on them. Sitting outside his favorite cafe one day he noticed someone that used to be his good friend. An old friend named George. The animosity between the two had been building for some time and now Iestyn saw something that he wanted. It was resting on the man's head.
Yes, it was a hat. He wanted the hat that rested on top of his old adversary and former friends head so very badly that he just had to come up with a way to "deal" with him. He couldn't just outright kill him. He needed evidence. He needed a way to guaruntee that his old foe's family would not seek retribution.
Perhaps Iestyn was just using the hat as a reason to get rid of an old enemy. Or perhaps he just really wanted a new hat.
So he got to thinking when it dawned on him. He was friends with local law enforcement. He also knew that a good friend of his on the police force didn't care too much for his enemy. His name was Bob. Yeah, a bobby named Bob. Heh.
He approached Bob one evening about possibly planting a little evidence. Setting him up for the murder of a local mobster that was sure to cause his death. Everything was set up. Everything was set to go perfectly.
He was about to find out that "The best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry" as a great poet once said. This was no exception. What Iestyn didn't plan on was Bob getting caught. Not only did he get caught but he was tortured until Bob revealed everything. Why he was hired and who he was supposed to frame.
Iestyn went to visit his brother one day and as he was walking in thought something was off. His brother was seated facing away from him posed in a way that almost made him look lifelike. He even started talking to his brother before he realized that not only was his brother not acting like he heard him but there was a rather foul smell. Walking around in front of the kitchen table he saw what he feared most. His brother shot in the face.
Now he had no choice. George was going to die.
Putting his best men on the case he found out where George was and arranged for a car to drive Iestyn to the very same cafe where he first had his little bout of jealousy. Pulling up to the cafe with his bodyguards close by he stepped out of the car. Pulling out his gun he aimed it at his old friend George. He vaguely noticed that he was here with a woman. In that moment Iestyn wasn't sure if it was a girlfriend, wife, friend or family. Right now he didn't care. George had taken something from him that he could never get back. The rage in Iestyn's eyes was unlike anything he had experienced before.
George saw him coming and started to run. Firing his gun, Iestyn hit George in the shoulder. Turning, George started to pull out his gun with his good arm that was stuffed in his pants but George just wasn't fast enough. Firing his gun again he shot George in the heart. George immediately collapsed against the railing outside the nice little cafe.
Approaching George slowly, Iestyn kneels and whispers into the man's ear "Hmm...looks like I ended up getting my new hat..." as he takes the hat from the dead mans head and places it on his own.
Standing up he looks at all the shocked spectators and shrugs. Turning around he walks back to his car with his cool new hat planted firmly on his head. Never forgetting the cost associated with his act of jealousy over something so trivial. |
