Donald's POV
"Perfect!!!" A loud happy scream escaped from my lips. But caution it as I stylishly put myself in control. Thankfully, I was alone in this black Ferrari 812 model.
This lady held me curious in the blink of sight. I shoved out my phone, and zoom in to have her perfect pictures.
At what next she does, my lips got parted and refused to close for a moment.
The Lady flexibly strode her fingers across Frisco's arm as she toss to his back. A salacious seductive smile was broad on her face.
Damnit! Frisco…! That as$hole would have gotten a boner… certainly.
Within a blink, her face turned serious and blazed at him ferociously. Her snaking fingers tussled onto Frisco's wrist and in a short bit, his entire front strongly pressed against the car. One of her hands pulled his head to the glass captively, while she kicked his legs like a footballer.
Frisco was down kneeling within a breath. Soundly, his front slid down against the car.
Oh My Goodness! I covered my lips from the shock that this live drama was providing me.
Was that my Frisco? My able-bodied hand-man? He was defeated by that slender girl… and couldn't struggle at all? Was he out of his senses or I was dreaming?
This is ridiculous! There is no way I would interfere.
No f*cking way!
Once Frisco was crushed down to his knees, the lady gazed around suspiciously. Then, flicked her edge hand against Frisco's back neck, quickly.
Right away, he slumped to the ground paralyzingly.
My drooling lips forcefully closed and my hand involuntarily shoot several photos.
I must have this bewildering memory intact.
Who was she? An assassin! A professional one?
The girl ended up leaving me on the edge hooked by the motion at which she board the car again.
I could smell expertise in her skill.
Her entire femininity climbed Frisco and somersaulted into the car through the already whined-down glass.
She speeds off at an alarming rate.
"This one got you thrilled, Don!"
_________Melissa's POV
More and more my day started ruining. I've vowed not to go overboard but my blood always bubbles at every damn insult. I just could not bear it.
The last mess-up I did back in Germany got my Aunty annoyed. It was how I dealt with some set of bullies who had been bullying a friend of a friend of mine. She came to me for help because I once helped her.
All my stayed overseas, I had no intimate friendships but I have a lot of acquaintances. Perhaps due to the reason that I still have a good friendship with Alice and Kelly despite residing in a different country.
I became popular because I couldn't condone terrorism of any kind. This made me fight for the weak ones always and of course, they peer with me in return but...for a short while.
The same goes for that girl. I just deal with those barbarians, cruelty.
It was the worst decision I ever made. I sent some set of goons to them not knowing they would go beyond my instructions. One of those girls was defiled in the process...brutally. A week later, I was investigated because the goon's boss confessed, seemingly because I refused to balance them up for what they did.
The worst judgment I ever committed to a fellow mate. I should have just dealt with them smartly. I regretted it and want a change of heart henceforth.
After the investigation, I was given a week's probation in the school as a punishment for engaging with goons while the other way around, no physical evidence pointed to me as the real culprit.
The aftermath was that I couldn't resume as my father sent me back home.
I shouldn't be blamed, he was my father and his mafia blood runs in my veins!
Yet, it wasn't wise of him to think marrying me off would be the best way to punish me. Did he think that would solve this heritable venomous poison inside of me?
F*ck! That car has been following me since.
My driving pace increased and became unpredictable. It was four lanes wide, therefore, I could drive as I want. At some time, I drove unexpectedly slow, causing commotion along the busy road. The fast flash of cars was bypassing while I trapped that f*cking car in between the hold-up I created.
Once the commotion became obvious, I speed up faster. Surpassing several vehicles. Unending noisy horns littered the air and with the rage of not getting caught by the police or the man, I kept accelerating.
Soon, I spotted a junction with a turn path. I pressed on the brake badly. My car swiveled at a spot. With a fair reverse, I stirred the steering verily and divert into the junction.
Yet, the car was following me with every crazy step I took.
The rollercoaster of my speed had created so much havoc on the highway and I prayed, at this point, police should not involve.
Seems that man wanted to die for real. He'd have spare life. That hard flick should make him sleep for like 30 minutes or more.
Does that mean he has someone in the car with him? Or he does know how to control the effect of that knockout?
This would have been fun if I wasn't late to attend the conference. I speed so damn high while my GPRS kept calling to my attention that I missed the right pathway.
"I know… get your mouth shut off!"
I roughed my way into the street. I horned the car to have people cleared from my path. —It was condensed with people trading different goods, yet narrow, and damn rough with a lot of potholes.
It lasted several minutes to get through it. I was hypertensively hoping it have an ending. I doubt that madman still follows me.
Looking through the rear mirror, a cursed breath let out of my lips. F*ck! he still does.
Different eyes from their respective cottages concentrated on us. Suddenly, their curse and wails turned into praises and that made me stunned.
The goosebumps I felt were the same as when I was belting a Race Game.
Those bitches make this damn fun for me and I laugh out hilariously.
Upfront, I saw the long awaiting end of the street shaping into a U-turn. "Yeah!" I screamed as my stomach twitched with happiness.
Once I got there, I was so fortunate that the next leading road held several parked cars along the street.
Omg! I'm saved!!!
I slow down and silently park amid some white cars. This was the camouflage means I could do to save myself. I turn off every good damn thing that could be implicative and lay low inside my Lexus RX350.
Donald's POV As Frisco doze off on the highway like a drunkard. I was pissed. With a hand, I dragged him into the back seat. All through the drive, I was wondering about that girl. She held me curious and I wouldn't let off until I learn about her. I shoved out my phone and forward the picture to Edward, —the Shark Wing Researcher for Mexico Branch, and in one shot, I gave him a dial. "Edward, look into that feminine in the picture and give me a report on every damn thing about her!" I said in one breath. "Copy!" Edward ended the call after his reply. That daughter of a bitch dares toy with me. Although, I wasn't pissed by her, but rather by this as$hole who couldn't do anything. He disappointed me badly! I could have just let her off since I got all I need to track her but I was getting obsessed with her mode of driving. Perhaps she thought I was following her. She drives crazily like a Stunt. Was she a racer as well? Another round of furor sparked up in me. A huge laugh
Donald's POVI whistled to catch her attention. She was overly disappointed. I struggled to keep my disbelief from showing on my face. I was awfully shocked when I saw her leg trapped within."You... can... come in." I ushered her in and pondered why she had to do it when she couldn't pull the door apart. To my shock, she walked into the elevator gorgeously. I'd thought that the joint of her bone would have crushed into pieces but well, she seems competent and looked like she was into this act and had become an expert."Thank you." She mumbled. My eyes closed involuntarily as the melody of her voice tore down the shock I was yet to absorb. A light smile eloped from my lips unplanned. The fact that the lady was dressed differently from the tyrant earlier astonished me even more. Her hair served as the first guise. The woman from earlier has hair that is dark and shiny. But here, she was with red hair, curled and packed to fall on one shoulder. She was also wearing a long, silver gow
Melissa's POVAs his brow raised, his mouth airy me to stop whatever utterance coming out of me and a finger pointed to his phone as though to tell me he was on a call.He plastered the phone firmly to his ear and averted his gaze from me. I blinked severally. A mind-blowing breeze refilled my lungs and I could finally breathe. He was whispering into his phone saying a foreign language. My heart was praying so badly that the elevator should open before he end the call.Why the heck did I say… pardon? What did I expect to say or hear from him? A filthy like him!My toes were dancing underneath my heels impatiently while I form pretend with an elegant mature face. Fortunately, the elevator opened just as when his arms slumped down from his ear. I was damn fortunate! I wailed happily as I dash out of the elevator. "You must be Ms. Davis." at my first step outside, a female kid of about 5 years of age said to me smilingly.Fortunately for us, I haven't crushed her. My face brightened
Donald's POVAfter 5 minutes, the hall brightened up. But littered with people running here and there. The uprouse were tried to be controlled by security guards, directing those kids to safety, likewise the adults.On the stage was the Lady laying upon Reverend Thompson. Sister Jane was too shocked to approach them and the other sisters nearby. As I saw that father was lifeless, I sprinted over to him and yanked that disgusting girl away."Father! Father!! Father!!!" Reverend Thompson coughed out on the third call.I sagged to the ground, my heart full of gratitude.As she lay motionless on the ground, Sister Jane hovered on her and kept patting her cheeks repeatedly."Ms. Davis!""Ms. Davis, get up!" She spoke tensely.The Lady was still sessile upon all Sis Jane's attempts, however, Sister Jane suddenly let out a startled gasp as she noticed four syringes affixed to the Lady's neck. As she was pulling it out, she continues to gasp in terror I shoved my phone out. "I'll dial 119 no
Melissa's POVI laughed sheepishly, "After one is dead… nothing more to fear, right uhn?!" Before he knew it, I grabbed one of his legs and strangled it. The pain inflicted, made him collapse to the floor. The sudden way, I attacked him, made him free my hair while falling flatly on his stomach. As I was seated, I trapped both legs together and pinned him down on his spine with one of my legs. With rage, I almost twist his waist to face the back.Strongly twisting him as mighty as my strength could make. He winced in pain and I left him not. I might not have enough of my strengths but I haven't lost my skills, tactics, and even willpower.He banged his hands on the floor as if I was playing a sh*t wrestle game with him. In between the gap of my thigh and armpit were his legs hooked strongly."Rot in hell, you, daughter of a bitch! Lemme off!"I laughed. "Even if I will rot in hell… I will kill you in this afterlife first, so you can go to the next afterlife before I do! B*tch!" My
Melissa's POVMy eyes rolled open. A bit comfortable from the softness I felt underneath where I lay. I rushed to sit upright but almost drooled at the beautiful room I was in this time."My goodness, I'm saved!" I screamed excitedly. However, my mind diverted to how I was saved."Who was that man really?—" A slight cough interrupted me and I whipped my neck to the side astonishingly. Narrowing my eyes, I met with a book-back being held in the space by hands… well, a man was sitting on the couch, closer to me. He relaxed leisurely with a book held in his hands but covered up to his face. I frowned, "Who are you?"He was quiet. Unhurriedly, he started to reveal his face as he pull down the book. Once his face was revealed, he closed the book and threw it on his lap quickly. Meanwhile, my gaze has been following him despicably until it got replaced by shock."Mr. Donald?!" He had an unsurprised mild face on while tapping the book with his fingers like playing piano. I gasped out sti
Donald's POVI narrowed my eyes toward the familiar voice I just heard. I was stunned within as I saw Frisco who stood gallantly by the door and reaffirmed his words fearlessly. "I'm the one who always leaked your information. I'm his Lordship's spy."I almost gasp but held my emotions in and scratched twice my temple as if his affirmation did not shock me. I was but not to the point to make it revealed to anyone. After I gave him two mighty punches yesterday, I was too pissed to have his presence around me. Therefore, I gave him a break to spend his time far away from my vicinity as means to survive my wrath.But…. My Secretary was the mole? 'This is unbelievable and a dead slap on me.'"Then why are you here?" I roared at him frustratedly.He smirked, heinously. "I'm here to tell you who I am really."My brows raised dreadfully. I felt as though to chase Stacy and others away so we both confront each other but I need to be calm. I must calm my freaking temper to make this bitch a
Donald's POV She shook her head and continue, "Since I've spent 3 days here, I want to spend 7 more days." From nowhere, something hilarious hijacked my throat and I boomed out with laughter...very soundly type. It was hard to suppress it. My lips could not clip together at all. I got carried away that I don't know when I sit on the couch. Even after I sat comfortably, I still could not suppress the laugh despite all my attempts. "Ms. Davis!" I called out, still surprised by that. "Was that funny?" She made a cocky voice that halt me instantly. I gulped and looked at her longingly. She glared at me the same...verily with intent. I averted my gaze up, breathed in sharply, and whipped my neck down to her. But this minute, all my laughter had turned sternly. "Yes, of course, that was a very funny quest I have ever heard, Ms. Davis." I intentionally did not look away from her. Her mesmerizing eyes interlocked with mine, so immersed with each other for a long time until she blinke