Betraying an old alliance

Madeline's POV

I was a mess.  

My feet hit the ground, making a shuffling sound as my slippers dragged against the tiled ground. I could feel my heart beat increase as my pacing increased. He had to be successful. He better be. If he wasn't then I was doomed.  

I glanced up at the ceiling, trying to regulate my breathing. Considering I had just had a spa session a few weeks ago, I could not stress myself or I would get wrinkles. And there was nothing worse than getting wrinkles. 

My phone hummed in my hands and I nearly hurled the device across the living room in fear. Scratch that, there was one thing worse than getting wrinkles at the moment. And that was John getting released.  

I hadn't heard anything from my hitman. Not a word. He had promised to get the job done and that I would know when the work was done, but John was due for release tod