Belinda Caliの小説

Tearing my eyes away from Zachary, I was mortified and angry that I had been intently checking out another man . Obviously, it was because I was angry that such a vile man was this handsome, nothing else . I walked around refusing to look back at Zachary . There were some familiar faces, business associates, some I recognize simply because their businesses are well known and talked about. I briefly wondered if they were aware of who Zachary was. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were dealing illegally.I stopped another waiter, dropping my empty glass and taking another one. I needed enough alcohol to get through this . This was definitely not my kind of scene. Thankfully, due to my job, I had been to this kind of party so I knew what was to be expected.My eyes glanced around the room.refusing to acknowledge that I was searching for Zachary. I simply told myself it was more out of cautiousness rather than curiosity. I frowned when I didn’t see him anywhere around . Great, i

Sunlight streamed from the open window, piercing my eyes. I turned my face and signed. I guess it was time to wake up , I groaned as I dragged myself up, resting my back against the bedpost .Someone had taken their time to clean and bandaged my wounds, after the beating and Torture I endured from Zachary and his guards I was surprised to still be alive. I probably passed out, for how long I had no idea, as I had no recollection of being carried to this room.I looked around taking in my surroundings.The room was classy,the walls painted white, with a huge painting hanging above the fireplace,the curtains were green in color and open letting sunlight stream into the room .Zachary had told me he wasn’t gay,how the fuck did the rumor come about then. I killed someone. Of course working undercover came with a lot of challenges, but killing somebody?That was not my first time killing, but only in self defense. This was my first time killing someone so weak. I clenched my jaw tightly r

Now if there was one thing I took pride in,it should be the fact that I was logical. Being rash won’t get you far in this job, so with that in mind I raised my hands slowly, my eyes focused on the gun pointed straight between my eyes. I needed to be calm,I was not dying on the side of an unknown destination, albeit inside an expensive car I will never own. still!! 95/5 percent was the ranking of this job. Believe me the 5 percent success was a surprise to me but it was something and I was grabbing it with both hands.I let out a whimper biting my lips. “Who are you?" he asked.” “What? I replied, acting dumb. Was he seriously doing this now?.“Who are you and who sent you, dammit!”he shouted, taking the safety off to show he was serious. “Please!!!! Please!!! Don’t shoot, nobody sent me all this is just a big coincidence”.I answered adding a little stutter to my voice.“Where did you learn to shoot like that?”he asked.“My dad,he taught me from a young age please. He removed the g

Bright light filters through the open curtains . My eyelids burned from the light.I opened my eyes,blinking slowly as I took in my surroundings.Sitting up slowly,I could feel a dull ache at my chest, an iv drip connected to my hand.I am surprised that the pain I expected was not there, which made me question exactly how long I have been here. I looked around.Mason is sitting at my side, typing on his phone. “What happened, I asked? ”My voice coming out soft and meek , clearing my throat, " I asked again.Mason's head snapped up, he dropped his phone before rushing towards me. asking me to lie back down. “It really is a miracle”. “I was lucky the bullet had narrowly missed my heart. He said,” before excusing himself to make a call.Suddenly!!Everything rushed back to me. Fuck, I could have died. Why do I put myself in this kind of situation?.I searched for the revolver I had kept at my back .shit ! Shit! It wasn’t there. Raising my hand, I realized my hands were cuffed to the

Baby !! baby!! baby!! The crowd chanted as I swirled on the pole . I smiled, loving the high that came with this job. I swirled once more, landing with my signature split before slowly standing up. The crowd cheered higher, dollar bills raining down on me while my eyes searched the crowd looking for my target for tonight. I could see him at the vip section discussing business with his business associates.I bowed my head, before finally leaving the stage annoyed that he wasn’t even looking at me . I smiled at the men trying to grab my butt as I walked to my changing room. Since plan A didn’t work, I had to work out my next plan. I stripped out of the tight fishnet I had been putting on, before laying on the bed. The owner, David, has given me a small changing room with a bed and my dresser. Most of us here had the same setting, somewhere to relax after dancing before mingling with the crowd.I have worked hard to be here , worked hard so my name was recognized, worked hard so he c