"W—we failed to get her, boss.” SLAM. When David heard those sorry excuse, he became livid. His eyes darkened and his veins pop from his hand and from his neck. He was mad, but more on frustrated. “You stupid fools!” He snarled. “It is just a simple task, yet you cannot even do it?! What I am paying for?!”His voice boomed as his men lowered their head as they should be. Blinded by his anger, he pulled his gun. BANG. A man fell on the floor. He was lifeless. Mathew Mason, who witnessed what happened fell pale. He felt his breathe hitched as he watched David killed a man with ease as if their life does not matter. He gulps the lump that was forming in his throat just by imagining that it could be him, his wife and Natasha, his daughter. Their blood, which would swept the floor as they died. It made him shuddered. Terrified at what this man could be capable of. Remorse flooded his insides. If only he wasn’t greedy enough, but the other part of his head was telling him that he wa

“Henry it seems like you are taking a wrong turn.” Eliot speak his mind.He is no fool, and he’s no blind. He wouldn’t pretend as if he did not notice his strange behavior ever since. His eyes glancing back on the mirror to him, and the uncertain flick of his finger as he clutch the wheel. His shoulder is tense. A guilty outlook that he was keeping something from Eliot.“You should have not called me, Sir.” Henry whispered, but it reached Eliot. His voice was shaking as if he was trying to get in control, but he couldn’t. “You should just stay there and never come back, Sir Eliot.”It was easy for Eliot to finally grasp the situation.His hooded eyes darkened, “Who paid you?”He certainly didn’t need to ask. It was obviously Lauren, who cut those closer to Eliot, wrapping her arms around their neck just like what she did to her. He knew her—Lauren was like a venomous snake that would take everything she wanted, coiled on her palms perfectly. Helpless, and submissive.“It’s Madame.” He

“W—we failed to get her, boss.” SLAM. When David heard those sorry excuse, he became livid. His eyes darkened and his veins pop from his hand and from his neck. He was mad, but more on frustrated. “You stupid fools!” He snarled. “It is just a simple task, yet you cannot even do it?! What I am paying for?!”His voice boomed as his men lowered their head as they should be. Blinded by his anger, he pulled his gun. BANG. A man fell on the floor. He was lifeless. Mathew Mason, who witnessed what happened fell pale. He felt his breathe hitched as he watched David killed a man with ease as if their life does not matter. He gulps the lump that was forming in his throat just by imagining that it could be him, his wife and Natasha, his daughter. Their blood, which would swept the floor as they died. It made him shuddered. Terrified at what this man could be capable of. Remorse flooded his insides. If only he wasn’t greedy enough, but the other part of his head was telling him that he wa

“Are you following me?” When the two of them had gotten alone, Raquel couldn’t help herself, but be frank.“What made you think I am?” Eliot raised his eyebrows.“Because you are exactly on the same place, where I am supposed to be.” She squinted her eyes.“Then it wasn’t my fault, Mrs. Smith.” Eliot countered back, emphasizing the last word. “A coincidence can happen.”“Coincidence, my ass.” But Raquel isn’t backing down. “I know what you are doing. How many times do I have to tell you that I am not going to accept your help—”Only to get stopped, when the door to the kitchen was pushed open.Sister Eliza looked to the pair, “Is everything okay here?”“Well, yes, sister.” Her expression changes. She smiled softly at the nun. “We’re just uh…uh, right. We are trying to discuss what meal to prepare for the children.”“Oh, really?” Sister Eliza exclaimed with utter delight. “The children would be happy knowing that you two made it! Don’t worry, I’ll leave you two. Enjoy!”And then the d

Raquel was risking her life, while she was here. The lush green maze that was standing 5 feet in height seemed mesmerizing. There are flowers, and beads of roses that were coiling perfectly around each branch. Italia Mercedes could have admired them some other time, because as of the moment, she couldn’t do so such a thing.Her eyes are sparkling with distraught, while her chest was filled with both hate and anger. It was of contempt, thus far, upon seeing her reflection, a 20 year old half Parisian clad in a white traje de boda (a wedding dress) flared off the loathsome emotion that was spreading like a wildfire across her entire body.“If you are going to cry there, I’ll fucking swear that I’ll drag you back here, Italia.” A man cut off her thoughts.A tear fell from her eyes.“W—why can’t I fucking cry?” Her back was turned, but he knew she was shaking.Her clenched fist suggested the overwhelming emotion that seems to have gotten through her.The male did not speak.“I—it wasn’t