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
Marco’s POVI have been holding back not to raise a finger and beat this fucking asshole of Vincent Diera. Starting from the toil we had to go through to get him out of his building to when Skye started asking questions, this scumbag has been getting on my nerves, incredibly annoyingly. But since Skye was calm and collected, I mustered the patience and did my best not to stand in her way. I was almost about to rejoice and celebrate when Gab asked what we were going to do with our captive. It seemed to me we were done with him, so we were on the part of disposing of him. I did not have anything specific I wanted to be done with him. If Skye wanted him dead, I wouldn’t say no. Likewise, when Skye suggested dropping the old fart in front of the police station with a placard that stated he was guilty of his crimes, I was not against it, as well. But the latter idea led Skye to think of ways how the old man would admit his crimes in front of the authorities. And she came up with the id
Skye’s POV“No,” I answered Gab. “I think he is referring to his old friends back in the day. Taking the faces of his friends that we saw in their pictures, I believe they are the same people we are going to pay a visit to.” “Okay. So, do we drop him off at the police station now?” Gab asked again. I turned around to check on Marco. I noticed I hadn’t heard from him for a while now. “What do you think, Mac….” I was surprised to see him with his hands above his head protectively. “Mackie! What’s wrong?” I asked, pushing the chair to reach Marco’s side as fast as I could. “Hey….?”“Hey….” Marco replied weakly. I saw him lift his face. I was startled to see him looking so pale. It was night. There was a light on in the room, yet not so bright, but I still saw his face was too blanched. “Ahh, yeah!” he answered blankly. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” I checked his forehead to know his temperature. His look really alarmed me. “Shall we drop him off at the police station?” Gab asked i