17 ~ Wait And Watch

Brinda 

“Vince Khumalo is fifty-six years old. He is an assistant to Purab Chaturvedi whom we've killed. He lives in Seattle with his family. Two girls and his wife, of course. He hails from South Africa and he owns Khumalo Enterprises.” I read out the result from the laptop's screen as I and Francesco both had our gazes fixed on the man's profile. 

Hacking into different systems to get into his real profile was quite stressful but thanks to my knowledge and skills, I overcame that. 

For Francesco to have asked me to look into Vince's profile, it could only mean one thing — he wants him dead and nothing more. 

“Why are we looking into his profile?” I asked, breaking the silence. 

Francesco heaved a sigh and sank his back into the sofa. He stretched his legs on the table, almost knocking the laptop from my lap. Then he crossed his legs and used his gestures to tell me he needed some wine. 

If only I could add poison into it. 

I served some wine which was already kept on the table in a glass cup and handed it over to him before I asked my question again. 

“Well…” He sipped some wine. “Nothing much actually. Em… We have some business to do together so… I really need to know the kind of person he is.” 

I released a smile on my face but it was full of mockery. “You aren't trying to play smart. Am I right, Mr. Dante?” I asked him. He stretched his hands to me again and I poured more wine. “I know he is our next target. Don't deceive me anymore. If we want to do business, you need to be plain with me.” 

“We never had business to do together.” He collected the wine from me and beamed a smile. “Wow… You are getting used to my ways. That's cool. Also, it's nice seeing you getting back on track, Damsel. And that is because I want the real you. Especially your viciousness. I want you to spread your deadly scent while making me happy.” 

As he ended his words, he tried to touch my cheek but I moved backward. “You still don't want me, do you? Nevermind, when the time is right, you will beg for my touch.”

“Never!” I retorted and closed the laptop. “What's next?” I challenged myself. 

“Now you are calling shots. I love this.” He stood up and clapped his hands before he lowered his body. His cologne nearly blocked my nose. 

I swallowed hard. Really hard. Thinking about why I just perceived the smell. 

While I was still staring at his blue eyes that bore into mine, he pressed a kiss on my left cheek leaving me in the same spot like a fool.

I felt exactly the way I used to feel five years ago — The same feeling. The same excitement. 

When I was finally able to move, I pushed him away from me. “Let's keep whatever we have professional, Mr. Dante. You can't harass your secretary.”

“I guess you don't know that harassing my secretaries gives me peace of mind. Imagine what you have underneath that skirt of yours.” He demurred while he tried to touch me again.

I yanked his hands off. “What is our next mission?”

“Let's head to Seattle.” Francesco announced jovially. “That's where we can find Vince.” He confirmed and walked towards the door. He turned around and chimed, “You are still going to be mine someday. Wait. And. Watch.” 

“I am going to be yours because I will be the reason for your death. Then, I can be yours in hell. What a nice offer, right?” I thought. 

“I will gladly wait to see how you will kill me.” Francesco responded just as if he read my mind. 

I ignored his final words and we headed home. Upon our arrival, we swung into action. Francesco prepared his men while I and Bullet packed the necessary guns and other defense items needed as well as our black costumes. 

Shortly after we arrived at the Seattle airport, Francesco's men arrived in varieties of luxurious cars — Mercedes Benz, Rolls Royce, G-Wagon and many more. 

I didn't even wait for Francesco to pass an order before I jumped into the Rolls Royce. Such a car alone can buy a fortune. At least it would be worth sitting in such an expensive car before we killed a person.

Francesco entered the G-Wagon with Bullet. 

We drove off until the car pulled up in front of a five star hotel. I swallowed my saliva a million times as my eyes dilated. 

Why?

I was going to enter a five star hotel in a grand style. While I worked as a spy under Alpha Exposition, my job was to sneak in, kill and escape. Not to enjoy the beautiful atmosphere. 

Francesco found his way into the building with us following closely behind. We entered a room and the only man that followed us dropped our bags on the bed and exited the room.

“Get dressed.” Francesco ordered and we both went to the bathroom to get our costumes changed. 

By the time we came out, Francesco was dressed up in a similar attire to ours. He also had a face cover to protect his identity. 

“Hurry up. Stay behind me.” He cautioned while he walked towards a frame in the room. He dropped the frame gently on the floor and placed his fingers on an area of the wall.

The door opened revealing a passage. Holy hell!!!

“Francesco still uses the old fucking trick?” I gasped. 

“Of course, Damsel.” He replied before he placed a foot into the passage. He stopped afterward and turned to us. 

If there was camera footage outside, I and Bullet are playing the role of prostitutes while Francesco is playing his usual self. We came to the hotel to have a nice time together and when we are done we leave. 

What a nice strategy! 

A warm glow spread across my face as I remembered the past where I used to unlock secret doors and codes. 

“I want us to keep a low profile. No leaks. At all. We go there and get Vince. Then, we leave. Okay?” Francesco wanted some assurance. 

I and Bullet nodded simultaneously like kids being directed by their mothers. 

“Good!” He complimented us before he moved swiftly and we followed him while we were fully armed. 

Getting to the end of the tunnel, Francesco stepped on the left side of the wall which I assumed led to the outside.

Shortly, the wall separated and we got outside. A Ferrari was parked on the other side of the street waiting for us already. We slipped in quickly. 

After the car zoomed off, Francesco explained how the formation and strategy would go. 

Sure! We are on another killing spree.