Skye’s POVI saw Marco deep in thought. I did not want to disturb him, as I assumed he was mentally recapping and restudying our plans in silence. But I did not want to leave the room all by myself. I wasn’t accustomed to the surroundings yet, even if the two of them, Gab and Marco, kept telling me this was also my home technically. I wasn’t comfortable just yet. “Let’s get ready!” I said to Marco after contemplating for a while if I should wait till he noticed me, but I realized it wasn’t happening any time soon. I told him we only had a few hours left before nightfall and that I was afraid to get lost within the walls of this mansion. The first reason was genuine. The second one was out of a little discomfort. I tried to hide my discomfort by playfully calling him by a new nickname. “Macky….”Marco smirked. He jumped from the bed, and with only a few big strides, he reached my side. Then, with his right hand hanging on my shoulders, he asked where Gab went as we walked side by side
Gab’s POVI knew why Marco insisted I went ahead to get changed. He knew there was no one else besides the three of us inside the mansion because we informed our mean guarding the place to keep their spots in the yard and around the house. Aside from that, he had seen me in this look once before. He was amused at how I looked then, so I guessed he was looking forward to seeing me in this disguise again. Marco winked at me when I tried to knock back his suggestion that I go get changed. When he said I would need a lot of time to get myself ready for our plans tonight, his words and his facial expressions were totally different, but he pointed his chin at Skye. I realized what he was trying to say, so I agreed readily. I had to wear belly padding and a dirty blonde curly-hair wig. I know I looked way older than my real age. It wasn’t surprising that Skye did not recognize me before I said anything. I am sure she got the hint that it was me when he heard my voice as I asked her if she
Marco’s POV The moment we walked into the room, I was genuinely thinking about purely giving her a hand. I gave a few details about her features and looks so the person making the silicon mask would have an idea of how the person should not look similar to and without the mask. But I haven’t had the chance to check the finished product when it was sent to my address. “What the fuck is this?!” Skye asked, almost shouting in annoyance. She turned around to face me, and I almost cracked aloud in laughter, looking at her. The fiery flash of her eyes warned me not to annoy her further, so I swallowed my mirth by frowning. Skye turned around to look at the mirror again. My shoulder shook as I laughed silently, but I cleared my throat when she turned her head to look at me again. She was glaring at me, so I cleared my throat and faked coughing to save myself from a brutal death in Skye’s merciless hands at the very moment. She must have known from the stupid look on my face that I had
Skye’s POV“What is this place?” I cautiously asked as we walked into a building.I realized it was just a front because we had to take the elevator, but instead of going up, the number indicated we went down to the lower ground. “This is a gambling house of many kinds,” Marco answered. “We are here to pretend to play, but we will check if our target will be tonight, then we will continue with our plan,” he whispered. We all looked male. And acting to that, Marco manly placed a hand on my shoulder as he moved closer to tell me his answer. “You remember our plan, right?” Gab asked me. He stepped to stand in front of me but with his hands inside his pocket. When I looked up to meet his eyes, I saw him wink. “As much as possible, do not talk to anyone else besides Marco and me.”I nodded. I don’t know what to expect. None of Marco and Gab told me we would be in such a place as this. I only knew we were going to speak with the elders of the group under Supremo without revealing my ide
Gab’s POV“Good evening, Mister Diera!” Marco greeted the man with a splash of water from the bottle he was drinking. “Damn! You must have considered not losing weight in order to give your kidnappers a hard time!” Marco was huffing while I was also catching my breath. “Aaaack!” the old man screamed. He must have been awakened by the cold feel of water splashing on his face, not to mention it was done with force. The older man, bonded with tie wire, struggled to free himself as he looked around and saw no one of his men. “What is the meaning of this?” He asked with fury. “Who are you?!” “We wanted to ask you a few questions, but we do not have much time to do this your way, so you have to bear with us,” Marco answered. “That is for the first question you made,” Skye said. Her voice was icy-cold as she spoke. Vincent Diera frowned. He stared at Skye keenly. He must have been confused, or he must have felt weird to hear the voice of the ugly-looking man who sounded feminine. Vince
Marco’s POVWe had to find a way to blend into the crowd and get closer to our target. Gab and I agreed to go on with the flow. That means we were supposed to move according to what we believed the situation was leading us. We have to keep an eye on two people within the crowd. One was our target, Vincent Diera. The second person was none other than Skye. “We have to make sure Skye does not get separated from us. At least one of us has to stay next to her, no matter what.”This is what we have agreed to do. And so, when we noticed our target was about to stand from his seat. Gab suggested I stay with Skye while he found a way to tail the man discreetly. The room was almost full when we got in. We did not fail to notice where our target was because he was sitting at a spot where no one would miss seeing him. A chair so fancy and comfortable, not only to sit on but to watch the show. “What kind of entertainment is this?” Skye asked in a whisper. There was a cage-looking fight ring
Skye’s POV“Aren’t there any surveillance cameras here?” I asked. “I didn’t bother checking, but I brought a jammer. So, even if there is a camera, we have a minute to keep them blind,” Gab answered while giving signals to Marco about what to do. The two of them, Marco and Gab, grabbed Vincent Diera’s arms on both sides and moved him out of the room with both his arms hanging on Marco and Gab’s shoulders. I can imagine how difficult it must have been for Gab and Marco, seeing that the man was obviously a big guy, not to mention he was also overweight. Adding to the fact that he was unconscious– I don’t know how Gab knocked him off, Vincent was practically a deadweight!“We have to get out of here before his men notice anything weird and barge in to check on their boss,” Marco said. “Where do we go from here?” he asked as soon as they managed to stand up with the fainted man in between Marco and Gab. “This way,” Gab answered. I did not see where Gab was pointing to. I was standing
Gab’s POVWhen Vincent Diera realized he was left without a choice. Although it only happened after he was threatened by what Skye had said, this technique still made things easier for us. “What do we do with him?” I asked Skye and Marco. “It’s not like he is not on the list of criminals and public enemies, so why don’t we drop him off at the police station with a placard pleading guilty and let the authorities deal with him?” Skye answered suggestively. “We don’t have to sweat it. But it would be lovelier to see him personally taking all the blame. Do you guys know any ways we can get some sort of truth serum or something?” Skye asked. Marco and I exchanged glances. “We actually do,” Marco answered. “Do you think we should give him a dose of that?” “Any drugs would do, but he might be used to any of the regular kinds,” Skye nodded. “I was thinking about something he is not familiar with, or at least, his body is not familiar with, and let it take its full effect so this man woul