"What's going on!? Camila! You have been acting weird since yesterday. Please what's going on? If you're in danger I need to know too, I could help?!"Mandy cried out as I walked hastily through the hallway to the hotel's emergency call center.
She persistently trudged closely behind, warranting me to stop. Just for the sake of it, I turned around and her body collided with mine with the mutual rush.
"Yeah you need to know, I guess…"
"No, I need to know. What's going on? What's the card all about? A card that says I will be back and you're acting all edit. This is the first time I've seen you so worried. Who is this Logan Creed?"
"Sorry, Mandy, but you can't help. Trust me, this is way beyond you… you don't even kno—"
"Yes I do. I know what you are. I know what you do. I was here when you killed the owner of this hotel."
Logan stepped into the room and marveled at the sweet woman before him. He walked slowly up to the other side of the table and sat down, taking with her eyes which was staring widely at him. He wore the same clothe from before, without the hat, Silence plated in their midst for a moment as neither of them could part their heavy lips, weighted by each other's presence, Logan couldn't help but draw his cheeks at the side to reveal a gorgeous dimple. Camila zeroed in on his attire. He had just earned himself the title of a Mystery Man to her. Everything he wore alone was the net worth of many popular people, with the Paul Newman's Daytona which cost nothing less than $17.8 million, where the fuck and how the fuck does he get the old classics? Her lips were occupied with only three words «who are you» but the unannounced appearance of the hotel attendant slipped the words inside befo
After the evening with Logan Creed, I was contacted for the first time since the death of Jacques, and for some reasons I had to comply because it was part of who I was. What other life was there for me aside from being an assassin? Obviously not that with my Aunt which I ran away from many years ago. I had been briefed already and the mission was expected to be carried out two days later. Within those 48 hours, Logan had contacted me only once. My phone rang as I sat down on the bed waiting for the night of the mission which would be in exactly 11 hours. I had been thinking about it for the past 24 hours. They wanted me dead before, why getting me activated again? I had more questions than answers running helter skelter through my mind; questions that even I couldn't answer. And in the midst of my turbulence, the man whose mission had changed everything
I got away from my table and approched him, but his body guard stood in my way. "I just want to greet him" I said. He looked at his Boss waiting for an order. He raised and flanked his hand, and the body guard let me in. I sat close to him, and brought out my hand for a handshake. "I'm Camila Lipa and I'm a Croupier and the slots operations manager, nice to meet you" He looked at me with his glaring eyes and chuckled. "Nice to meet you too, sorry I don't do handshakes." He said. I drew back, withholding my hands. "Is okay. No problem" I giggled. I looked over his table. "You're pretty special, aren't you?" "Seems so" he smiled. I slid out my card to him. "Well, give me a call, if you need me to serve you… I can do it well, trust me" I winked at him sedu
Camila stared at his hands and a tremor of fear struck her. Logan looked at his hand and had the blood wiped out on his clothe. "It was a fight, anyway. Either it was their blood or mine." Logan said, and stepped back for Camila to come out; she was obviously not going to take his hand. She trudged out and was bewildered at how everything had been wrecked, and their bodies were damaged like that of his house. She could only think of one possible explanation, as she staggered forward checking the cars. "You go around with wild animals, huh? I will have to report you to the authorities. Wild animals are not allowed to roam the streets" Logan chuckled. "Wild animals? Probably. Ah they will never find th—" a gunshot!... Another! Camila had just shot the two bodies dead. "I just spared their live
*LOGAN*_* She cut the call and the doors were opened. They were all wearing masks, even when it was dark? Fighting would be a waste of time and energy. I had to let her will be done, I would have to live through it to get to the next. It was getting more interesting. I stepped out of the car and raised my hands above my head, and immediately got veiled with a black sack, and they dragged me away. **** The night was going slow, slower than the heart beats I was listening to, and my companions were nothing but the sweet little dark dwellers with pointing tails, ears, and oh well, you know the rest. These rats made hell of noises, but well, I guess it was a little peaceful, at least with the gleams of moon light drawn through the fairly enclosed windows, and openings from the steel walls. Everywhere wrecked of metal and it's rust— I hated it, but if
Camila*_* Who said that I couldn't feel myself again after getting to meet the mystery man and putting up with his stress? Just like a cop put a criminal behind bars, I had succeeded in not just putting Logan Creed behind bars, but to sleep. May his gentle soul rest in peace. My only regret was that I couldn't ask him to greet Mrs Lopez for me. Oh, I forgot, he would be in hell, not in heaven. I went into the hotel after getting out of my car and meeting the ground with my feet. The receiving hall was filled with clamoring guests with either glasses of wine in their hands' grasp or putting their speech mechanism into its main use. I looked back at the exterior ground through the big entrance glass door and was just noticing a bunch of cars parked, and oh, more was coming. "Oh busy day, is it?" I asked a worker hastily coming toward me, but he hurried of
Camila*_* Who said that I couldn't feel myself again after getting to meet the mystery man and putting up with his stress? Just like a cop put a criminal behind bars. I had succeeded in not just putting Logan Creed behind bars, but to sleep. May his gentle soul rest in peace. My only regret was that I couldn't ask him to greet Mrs Lopez for me. Oh, I forgot, he would be in hell, not in heaven. I went into the hotel after getting out of my car and meeting the ground with my feet. The receiving hall was filled with clamoring guests with either glasses of wine in their hands' grasp or putting their speech mechanism into its main use. I looked back at the exterior ground through the big entrance glass door and was just noticing a bunch of cars parked, and oh, more was coming. "Oh busy day, is it?" I asked a worker hastily coming toward me, but he hurried off before he could answer me with a speech, instead, the steady nodding of his head before h
Logan had crept into her room since morning, and staying there felt good for him, strangely. The day was drawing down and letting the shades of the evening take over, and it was a perfect time to show himself, instead of leaving when she came back. Camila opened the door and went inside without clicking on the light switch which was situated right beside the door, and it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel something until Logan whisked behind her. She was immediately overtaken with a feeling of fear and veneration like she was swept off of her feet by a strong wave of water and dashed into the sea to drown. "L