Five

She told me he had pushed her off a cruise ship after a successful operation.

She made it clear that he was in his senses when he did it.

He must have been blinded by his greed for money.

Did he even think twice that it was his wife?

He just---

It's really a mean thing to be selfish, I think he really deserves death.

Yes he does, and I will be the poison chalice to fulfill that.

He's a lunatic who can't control his lust.

If he couldn't control his desires now, it means they were other women in his life after his wife.

Too bad for him because she survived.

"What are you doing Mr. Alex?" I called his attention as I noticed his lips were reaching mine.

He pulled back immediately and began coughing insincerely.

He let go of my waist and pushed me off from himself.

"Do not do that again" he menaced and pulled his seat backward.

I collected part of my hair and directed it behind my hair to rest on my back.

I heaved a sigh of relief and went back to sit on my chair.

He picked the fork next to his plate and began eating the noodles rapidly.

I doubt if he has eaten a good meal in a while. I wasn't bother though.

My seemed to have drastically changed from preserving his life for a while.

To be honest, I don't really know if it's because I suspected other women in his life or I was angry of what he did to his wife?

I was trying my best to avoid contact with him.

"I'm sorry for entering into your room unnoticed" the words slipped out of my mouth.

"It's probably not your fault, you were only concerned about me" he replied boldly and continued looking into his plate.

"I know this is all hard for you. The messed up apartment is a lot to take in. But I promise you, I'll send in a cleaner to tidy it later on" he spoke softly.

And walked away from the dinning table.

I began breathing calmly. Be seemed to be nice all of a sudden.

I wasn't surprise anyway. Mafias sure have a way of having mood swings.

I took out my plates and went to the kitchen to put them there.

"Phew!" I heaved a sigh of relief as I was satisfied with the meal.

Gosh! I seriously need to get my weapons in here.

I've got a lot of hit jobs to do this week.

I paced out of the chicken and then up the stairs.

I spotted Alex at the bar drinking on my way up.

He was drinking booze and seemed to be lost in it.

I moved further and appeared on the hallway.

While I was going into my room, I remembered that Tiana had instructed me to retrieve a file for her.

The file she spoke about has to deal with transfer of property to her.

She said Alex hides it in impossible locations. 

I wonder how she expects me to retrieve such a file.

Do she expect me to tear the place apart?

However, he was currently drinking and the looks of it, he would be drunk. That simply means, he wouldn't be back any moment. 

He might likely just fall asleep in the living room.

I tossed myself into his room at once to see if I could get the file.

It would be easier to get it now.

His room was large and I almost got confused on where to begin my search from.

"Hmm!" I sighed and started from the drawer that stood beside the bed.

There was nothing of such inside. Just a bunch of p**n magazines and a gun.

I pulled out the bed covers and lifted the bed from it's frame.

They was a safe there. It was coded and required a password to open it.

I rolled my eyes and thought all the valuable information lied in there.

Rich people are all the same; they bury themselves in the luxury and forget about those who have helped them.

I dropped the bed back on it's frame and adjusted the covers.

I decided to check out other stuffs in the fancy room.

His clothes were just everywhere and dirty too.

There smell like shit.

I took a walk to his wardrobe and got it open.

His clothes were numerous in his closet.

Beneath his clothes was another deck with shoes and a box.

I opened the box and found drugs in it. There was also a drug inside.

I put back the box in it's place and closed the closet's door.

Moving on, I was leaving the room.

But then, he opened the door unexpectedly.

I froze in shock while he tottered in.

He slammed the door behind him and moved forward.

"You again" he pointed at me with a finger that kept shaking.

"What are you doing here huh---You just can't stop chasing after me can you?" he began stuttering which gave me the impression that he was probably drunk.

I was walking out, but then his hand grabbed my arm.

"Where do you think you're going huh?" he questioned, his voice low and cracky.

"What did you take from my room?" he asked me.

"What are you talking about?" I got confused with his approach and have to pull my arm from his.

"You're a---thief aren't you?" he stuttered but wasn't really looking at me.

"I will---" those were his last words before collapsing on the floor.

He is really a headache isn't he?

I walked back to his drawer and took out his gun.

Returning back to where he laid on the floor, I cracked the gun and pointed it at his head.

As soon as I kill him, I would get paid handsomely by my mistress Tiana.

I can finally claim my son Nathan from that lunatic Drake.

I would be with my son again.

How I've longed to have him in my arms again.

It's been awhile since I've seen him. Three months to be exact.

I sniffed in and tightened my grip upon the gun.