Goldface

Naya looked behind her and caught sight of the lady who gave her the bag. The freaking cause of her problem! She’s the one that gave me the bag! She is the cause of all this, not me! I am not a spy, I promise you on my life.”

The man took the gun away from her head and stepped back. Naya watched as the lady yawned and unzipped her leather suit. She cleaned her wet hair with a towel and handed it to the big man who collected it respectfully.

“How much is the current balance?” she asked, ignoring Naya’s words.

“We are 200,000 dollars shut,” the guy counting the money announced. The rest of the guys fell silent. They knew what was coming. Naya could tell from their expressions that the lady was the gang leader and the others followed her rules.

“Who the hell stole from me?!” She roared in anger, pointing her gun towards them. They all said nothing. “WHO?!” She screamed and fired the gun in the air causing everyone to tremble in fear. Again, there was no response.

Feeling impatient, sh