Isaac Walton: The Highest Bidder

Dressed in nothing but black and melancholy, I made my way inside Lucid Haven. It's an exclusive club for elites, rich people. The interior itself screamed of luxury. The crowd was crazy loud, people were surrounded by dazzling disco lights and white smoke. There's a dance floor in the middle filled with dancing sweaty bodies; the smell of alcohol and cigars reeked in the air.

With my ankle boots clicking heavily on the tiles, I went up the second floor where the VIP and VVIP rooms are located. I walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a door that was painted in black and had these gold details on it. I took the bubble gum I had been chewing out of my mouth and stuck it at the expensive wall. A silly smile stretched my lips.

Without hesitation, I turned the door knob and opened the door slowly. The room looked really expensive from the velvet sofa to the hanging glass chandelier.

“Well, damn,” I whispered to myself. My ankle boots made noises on the carpeted floor.

I looked around the room and saw an oval mirror studded with gems. There I saw my own reflection, a pair of ash grays looking back at me. I fixed a strand of my hair that was poking my eye and grimaced to myself. My hair is getting a bit longer. Despite it sitting just below my neck and a little below the chin, I can’t seem to ignore that it grew two inches already. Perhaps, I should cut it short again. It just feels uncomfortable to maintain long hair so I kept it short ever since I joined the agency.

I smiled upon noticing the two people talking beside the bed. I narrowed my eyes at my supposed target: Ricki Douglas. My mission stated clearly to kill this old man painfully. Oh, well that is no problem for me. All of my targets were murdered excruciatingly anyway.

The bulky man next to Ricki Douglas stood alert, “What are you doing here? This is a private room,” He said sternly. It must be one of Douglas' bodyguards.

“That’s really the least of your concern tonight,” I walked towards the glass table and touched the expensive-looking porcelain vase. I looked over at Ricki Douglas and sneered at him. Little did the old man know, he'll be dead by tonight.

The bodyguard seemed annoyed with my response as he grimaced and inhaled sharply.

“Didn’t you hear me? This is a private room and my boss didn’t order a whore tonight.” The tone of his voice raised. 

“But you’re pretty and just my type. Why don’t you…” The bodyguard took a step towards me.

I raised my eyebrow at the man before taking out my gun, “Move and I'll blow that thing off,” I pointed the gun at his buddy down there.

“I know I’m pretty but I’m not anyone’s whore.” I smiled in annoyance. 

It's a good thing I brought my silencer with me. I can't risk being flashy tonight since this is a rush mission.

The bodyguard looked at my gun in fear. He was about to take his gun out of his back but he wasn’t quick enough. A single shot was enough to stop him from moving. The poor man groaned and fell on the floor holding his crotch.

I watched the man scream painfully. His voice was the only thing that could be heard inside the room. That must have hurt really bad. Seconds later, there was already a pool of blood on the carpet and he stopped from moving. I looked at the dead body lying on the carpeted floor. Pity evident in my eyes and at the same time, satisfaction.

“You're crazy!” Said the old man, a trace of fear on his face.

My face darkened at what Ricki said. The furrowing of my brows and my pressed lips clearly shows how I didn’t like it when people say that and he must’ve seen it too.

Slowly, the corner of my lips rose, “Of course not,” But you could tell from the way my gaze bore at the old man, I didn’t like being called crazy. Maybe because it’s true.

“Let's just get this over with,” I clenched my teeth, pissed.

In one swift move, the muzzle is now aimed at the old man's chest. Ricki stood frozen, his eyes widened and he panically raised both his hands in the air.

“Please don't shoot me. I'll do anything please! I can give you money. Yes, money. There in the suitcase. I have tons of cash with me. Take it! Please don't shoot,” The old man begged, pointing at the small table next to the king-sized bed. I raised a brow as my gaze landed at the table. There was a black suitcase there. Hm, he wasn't lying though.

“Sure, if you insist. I'm taking the case then,” I smiled widely but people must know it was a fake smile. I really like playing with my toys.

“You won't kill me now right?” Relief appeared slowly in the old man's eyes. What a clueless man he is.

A dry laughter echoed inside the dimly lit room, it was coming from my parted lips. Only the moonlight from the window served as the light in the room. The old man cannot possibly see my features clearly.

I tossed a spare gun towards the bed beside the old man.

“Use the gun and shoot yourself. Let's see if the boss is good at taking orders. This is what you do right? Giving out orders and shits to your druggies,” My crimson red lips stretched into a devilish smile.

Douglas darted glares at my direction even though he couldn't see a face. I can only smile playfully while staring at my toy for the night.

“Do it fast. The time's ticking,” I roared, and chuckled as I playfully tapped my wrist.

The old man remained silent as he looked at the gun beside him in hesitance. Fear corrupted his system evidently due to the bullets of sweat on his wrinkled face.

I rolled my eyes. “Do I need to count to three?”

I turned to take a look outside the large window when I heard a couple of dudes roaring their motorcycles to life. Lucid Haven was packed tonight. Too bad the club might be closing for a while seeing to it they will find two dead bodies in one of their rooms.

The old man snatched the gun and pointed it to me by the curtains. The gun clicked but no bullets came to shoot.

I secretly smiled to myself. “Oh no, did I forget to load the gun?”

I pursed my lips. I turned around to face Ricki Douglas. The latter stared at me with fear in his eyes, his hands were shaking as his gaze fell to the floor.

“Turns out you aren't good at taking orders after all,” I pointed my gun at him.

The sound of bullets darting towards the man's flesh felt good in my ears. I fired several bullets before finally stopping. I left the room with a smirk on my lips.

I dialled her number and waited, “I'm done here.”

“Excellent job as always, Azalia,”

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Meanwhile, Zakael Dela Priego and his friends were having a good time at Lucid Haven. It was Zakael’s birthday and there was no way his friends would let him get away without him spending money and buy them a few drinks.

Zakael shook his head, “I'm not drunk. Just tipsy,” He was talking to himself or perhaps towards the half-empty glass of beer in front of him.

“I'm supposed to be in my bed, sleeping peacefully,” Dominic crossed his arms while watching his idiotic friends getting wasted.

“See, you practically have no life. Live a little, man!” Rico said with a smile and knocked over the bottle of Jack Daniels he had stolen from Rion's cellar. Rion is a close friend who owns the club.

“If living a little means getting a massive hangover the next morning, then my answer is no. I still have work tomorrow,” Dominic sighed, popping a fry inside his mouth.

“Take a day off, dude. You're working too hard. Here, have a drink,” Rico handed Dominic the bottle of Jack Daniels.

“I don’t want to drink,” Dominic glared at Rico.

Zakael remained silent, unbothered by the two bickering. His gaze roamed around the club. He spotted a woman not far away from their table. Her sleek black hair was cut short, it reached her jaw. Damn, those curves are dangerous. She was wearing a black leather jacket paired with a black skinny jeans, not much skin was exposed. She was also carrying a briefcase.

He saw the woman take a shot glass from the waiter who was passing by and she gulped it down straight. The woman then handed the empty glass to the bouncer before exiting.

Zakael was slightly drunk as he tried to stand up from his seat.

“Hey, where are you going?” Dominic asked, eyeing his friend with knitted brows.

He ignored Dominic and walked out of the club. Once he stepped outside Lucid Haven, he looked around the parking lot to find someone. The corner of his lips curved up when he spotted what he’s looking for, whom rather. It was the woman he saw a while ago inside the club, the one with the short hair carrying a black briefcase.

“Hey!” Zakael called her out but the lady kept walking away.

Zakael frowned and ran towards her until he bumped onto her back.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Azalia turned around and glared at the man who bumped her like a freaking bull.

This woman cursed like a sailor.