Episode 6"Honestly, I can't forget you tied that bitch up. You act naive but you're so devilish" Fiona said over the phone as they both laughed."Can you just listen to the devil? You bit her hands and she had a nosebleed. Only a devil can do that" Amelia chuckled."But Fiona, let's be serious here" she said changing her tone to a serious tone."Are you...." She hesitated."Don't leave me hanging, biish" she whined."... Sure you are not a vampire?" (Please this book is not related to vampires in any way)."You rude motherfucker!!" She screamed making Amelia burst out laughing."Who's this loud lady screaming into our ears" Eric said, asking nobody in particular as he chuckled. He balanced the earphones in his ears." Someone is bent on damaging my eardrums. I like her energy. I can't believe someone is planning to tie me up". " Not just tie you up but even bite your hands" Tifanny said, making an emotional face."That face doesn't look good on you, bitch"." You are just pained some
"Sir" A man said. He wore the police uniform and saluted."What is it again?" What has the Werners done again?" Ryan replied clearly uninterested in the conversation. He sat on a black chair. His office was decorated with different Awards hanging On Every Corner. "Finally something that does not involve wernners" He scoffed. "A man was found dead in an hotel earlier today. He was said to exit the room as he only paid for a night but he didn't open up they had to break the door only to find in Dead"."Call the manager and make sure no one touch him before we arrive. Who is he by the way?""He is unidentified sir?""How come? Didn't he sign in?"The manager said he came with a lady and she signed in as he was a little bit tipsy." tThey got to the hotel after 30 minutes of driving around. It was a local hotel so getting there was pretty hard. They were directed to the room. They met the manager at the entrance of the room who stood there with an emotionless face. The victim was lying
His lips treambled. Hot tears ran down his cheeks. He bat his eyelid as more tears streemed down. He sniffed back his runny nose. The pains in his eyes were obvious. The kids kicked him right in his stomach again. He fell over the desks making the desks crash over each other. His eye glasses fell. He stood up and bent down trying to look for the glasses with his hands. His eyes were clouded with tears. "Fight back, you idiot" the voices echoed in his ears. He could not hide the tears. His heart ripped apart. These has been happening for years when it was just nine years old. His mother left his father because he - the father - could not afford to cather for her needs. No motherly love for him. His father does not like kids. He feels he - the son - is the cause of his misfortune ; no fatherly love either. He gambles and drinks with the little money he gets leaving his son to the mercy of the street. He transfers his aggression on his son whenever he is drunk.Soon enough, he - the son
Amelia woke and rushed out of the room. She was the new personal assistant. She now live in the house. It was her duty to wake up and go to the room turn office. It was a computer room which they use in tracking people and watching the way money go in and out. She rushed to the room turn office only to meet Red, Eric and Tiffany in the room."Wohoo, my personal assistant became a stripper over night" Eric said laughing uncontrollably holding his stomach. His dimples became visible. There was glitters of happiness in his eyes."Have fun" his sub conciousness kept whispering. Amelia looked at herself and noticed she was still in her nighties. A transparent Spaghetti hand top with a biker short. It escaped her mind to change her dress or even take a bath. She ran back into the room shyly. Eric screamed after her "dress well, we have a place to visit ".*******"Welcome sir" The waiters were saluting left and right. "I told you not to let anyone in today" He said as he pulled a sit for
"Should I drive you to the hospital?" She asked.He raised his eyebrows, "you do not know about the cops, do you?" he scoffed. "Your place is far away and you are still bleeding" she said again, the fear in her voice could not be mistaken."Oh well, snow white, stop here" he said, pointing to an hotel on the right side of the road. BESTOW was bodly written on the wall. It was painted cream with a splash of blue paint.He continued, "I have a first aid box here. You can help with the bullet"."Yeah, sure"."Wait... what?!" She suddenly realized what he said. "Help with the bullet? What do you mean?""Snow.. white.. stop.. the... car" he said, wincing in pains as he shifts uncontrollably on the car seat."Holy shit!" She stopped the car in a reverse motion. She had passed the main gate. She took a small handkerchief from the back seat and handed it over to him. "Take, tie it round your hands. We do not want attention, do we?".***********They got down from the car and headed towards t
Roderigo inched out of the restroom. He had checked every corner of the apartment looking for something, anything to link to the murderer. The area has been red taped restricting commoners from accessing the environment. One the right side of the room was a picture of the model in a black bikini, a glass of wine was in her left hand while a glass cup containing the wine was in her left hand. It was an unaware picture of the Instagram influencer, Marie Leet."Did you see anything suspicious?" Antonia asked taping a fashion nail in a white transparent nylon. Her hair was neatly packed in a ponytail which dropped fully on her waist line. She bent her back low a bit to find anything to link them. Yes, she was the forensic scientist. "What are you packing?" Roderigo asked, walking towards her. The question caught the rest of the team attention. They all went to her direction. "Right now, I'm feeling very important " Anthonia said, giving a loud laugh referring to the people gathering aro
A car drove into the drive way. It was a black Mercedes benz with tinted glasses. The sun shone brightly on the windscreen. A lady in her late 20's came down from the car. She wore a leather fitted trouser and a sleeveless corset black top. Her hair dropped fully, covering a part of her face. She adjusted the black sun shade on her face. Her black pencil mouth heels made sound as she walked into the building. She carried a black briefcase on her right hand, using the left hand to style her hair."Here comes Meghan" Henry said. He was sitting on a black leather chair in the room. A small transparent glass table was in his front where he dropped a bottle of wine while holding his glass cup sipping it slowly. He turned at the sound of the heels, Meghan was the only lady in the gang who wears heels. Tiffany has a more boyish stature and attitude. "Hey babe" Meghan replied. She bent down to peck him on his right then left cheek. "Only one Meghan " Eric said, coming down from the staircas
"She is pregnant" the doctor dropped the bombshell. "It is a bit too early for the pregnancy symptows like black outs but she was pretty exhausted. She should refrain from stress". The words replayed in his head as he walked down the street. He just left the hospital and decided to cool up his head."Good thing I told her to get rid of it. There is no way I am responsible for that thing!" He said to himself. He had refused to let the rest follow him to the hospital. He drove her himself. Not even Meghan, who did not want him out of her sight. He sighed and adjusted the face cap he wore so he would not Draw attention to him. He balanced the black sun shade glasses and scratched his head roughly. He has been going through a lot lately. From the murders to Anna to Amelia back to Samantos."Oh geez" he said rubbing his hair furiously when a bag dropped on his head, then human.*******"Theresa, does this look good on me" Fiona said to Theresa, pointing at the face mask she wore. "Amelia