I groan as I force my eyes open and see the time. 5:45am. Cursing under my breath, I push myself out of bed and walk over to the balcony. I step out onto it and light up a cigarette.

I lean against the railing, thinking over the various gruesome tasks on my to do list for the day while I run tattooed hand through my unruly long hair. I can vaguely overhear my armed men that are patrolling the gated property of my estate, pleased that at least some people know how to do their job.