Rotimi's p o.v

My breath steamed in the air as exhaled the air out of my lungs. The rapidly falling snow kissed my black leather jacket as I got on the balcony. I was  a little bit tensed but not afraid though it was the very first time I was going to do it.

It was a grey wet evening with the drizzly rain to accompany the snow. The air was swollen…what a perfect day for a mission!

From the spot I could get a clear view of her room from the balcony. Yes … Monique was going to be my prey. I wanted her dead not because of passion. No… I had been contracted to.

A mafia boss wanted her dead for his personal reasons. I had joined the 'Hit Men', this secret gang of young assassins.

I wanted fame and I was ready to do anything to earn it. My budding music carreer … I was ready to sacifice whatever for it. I wanted to be a superstar.

I joined the gang owned my own producer. I took a bloody oath to remain faithful to him no matter the situation. It was just a month ago.

The urge to become a superstar couldn't allow me to rest. My blood was boiling with hunger for success.

I pulled out and assembled the rifle, my heart was racing in my chest. Somehow my fingers were shaking as I mounted it.

Most of the the curtains of the neighboring were drawn except for Monique's room. It was now or never. 

I was confused for a moment. I wondered if I was taking the right mission. I saw in her in a state I had least anticipated. The beauty lady on the other side of the room was familiar… my all time crush!

Monique was pointing a gun at her head, at the door the beautiful lady was crying. Was it going to be a murder-suicide case? I had to act fast… I pulled the trigger and what I saw next was the bloodstain on the walls.

I was done and gone! But something stirred up in my soul. I couldn't remember her name very well but I knew her father, Moreno Freeman.

Killing Monique meant free sessions to record and release my music to the public without paying a single cent. 

I couldn't get her out of my mind though I had to keep my secret to myself. I learnt that she was mistaken to be the killer of her cousin through my producer. To him it was a plus. But y was sad though I wouldn't dare tell him the truth.

She however thought she committed suicide, I knew. I  got into her room when she was first asleep. Her  rouge-red hair was glossy and fine.  Her velvety eyelashes rested beautifully above her closed eyes.

She was definitely sad… the torrents of tears were visible on her fine cheeks. She must have been crying before she got carried away.

Her strawberry sweet lips were amazing though they were visibly dry. I was still admiring her when she slowly opened her eyes. 

I didn't want to confess that I had fallen in love with her at first sight though that was the reality. I was already in love with her sad face.

 

I had to restrain myself from telling her the truth. Until Will Still got in everything was fine. I saw how her mood changed affected by his presence.

I had murdered his daughter and the innocent  girl was to bear his wrath

"You killed my daughter? Didn't you?" His hoarse voice echoed in the room.

She squirmed in the bed and glanced at me with tearful eyes. I was her only saviour. Rivulets of sweat trickled down her forehead as she fearfully shifted between thick bedsheets.

Her grey face was marred with terror. Will Still and Moreno were brothers and great friends. Both were mafias and allies of my producer.

"Somebody send you to get rid of her? Mmmh… who is he?" A throaty voice escaped from his lips as he folded his hands behind his back.

Her eyes gawked in disbelief as jaws tensed. Her body remained still beneath the blue bedsheets. Will Still took a few steps towards her and I could see how she silently wished the she could just disappear in that bed.. His devilish stare scared the hell out of her feeble body.

His square jaws clenched, his mouth twisted wryly as his nostrils flared in anger. I thought he was going to strangle the poor girl to death. She was literally crying and pleading with him.

"I didn't... Please ... Spare me... ," She begged in a suffocated whisper while raising her hands.

"You will face the wrath of the monster, bitch!!" He cursed in a deafening voice and stomped out of the room slamming the door behind him.

"I didn't kill her... I didn't do anything," she whispered as tears rolled down her sad cheeks. She looked more beautiful when she was sad.

Watching her shed tears made me admire her more. I wanted to kiss her and make love to her but I flashed the idea out of my mind.

She sobbed in sorrow and pain as I watched in silence.

"They won't kill you when am hear. Trust me , am going to get you out of this dungeon before it's too late," I beamed with a smile. As she shifted and sadly looked at me, the glimmer of hope in her bright angelic eyes faded away.

"She committed suicide. She was just depressed," her soft singsong voice sneaked out her dry lips.

It's when I remembered seeing Monique holding a pistol. I thought she wanted to shoot her in the process.

As honest as she was be beasts in human skins were not going to listen to her. I was the only escape route. Though I was not going to tell her the truth that I was the devil behind her twisted fate.

Mr. Upamecano wanted Monique dead. In one way or the other he wanted to hurt Will Still. But things had taken an absolute different path. Turns out Monique was suicidal already. Charlotte too has been forced into the mix as the suspected killer.

Whatever they were cooking for her ... She would just be lucky to be alive again. Mafia bosses never entertain any one meddling in their business.

"Am gonna look for a way to get you out of here before they harm you," I promised as I took her cold hand I'm to my mine.

"Am fated to death... Am going to be punished for things I didn't do," her soft monotonous voice pierced through my ears.

The killer was sitting right before her. Smiling at her f**king fate. Her sad voice soothed my ears. I wanted to listen to her for the rest of the day.

"You don't know who I am yet. Am a big man... You see am gonna sing a song for you," I said joyfully as I stood and walked to the window.

Her blank stare meant she didn't understand what I had just said. I drew the curtains and the rythymic creaking of tree branches got my attention.

A swift knock on the door followed by the coincidental buzzing of a phonecall.