Chapter 02|Please try not to die

Chapter 02|Please try not to die

"You are doing it again?" She started, rolling her eyes after some minutes of silence.

   "What?" He asked giving her his perfected confused expression but Jasmine still sees through it all the time.

   "Stalling. Before making me do a damn hard, high-risk assignment that none of the numerous men in the native can pull off."

   He sighed, closing his eyes.

   "You know who killed Kola right?" 

   She smirked.

   "Now, this is the fun part about my job." 

   "Jesus. Jasmine, you scare me when you talk like that." He said grinning at her.

   "It makes business easier and admitting you like it, won't exactly make you a monster through the uncle of the year award is way far from your reach since the day you taught me how to use a gun." She whispered, also grinning.

   He nudged her playfully.

   "You were curious."

   "I was 9!"

   They both chuckled hard, then he glanced at her. His hardened fierce look softened as emotion crept into his eyes.

   "Tony would burry a bullet in my head if he sees I introduced his sweet little Jas into the family business. He would have wanted you untainted and able to live a new life. I mean that was why he quitted when he realized your mom was pregnant." 

   "What is the name of the dude, I will be sending to the other side?" She asked, changing the topic. A habit, she was perfecting whenever her parent's topic came up in their conversation, Mr. Young noticed with a wry smile.

   "They call him UC but his actual name is Uche. Uche Azubike. Bald. 37. His routines are very predictable and hence locating him was, really easy. He is currently lounging in one of his favorite hotels in Lagos here, George Lagos hotel at 30 Lugard Avenue; Ikoyi." 

   She nodded.

   "At 7," he continued, "3 escorts handpicked by his bodyguard and one of his most loyal men, Fred. Is being led to his room."

   She memorized every detail again and again, then slowly realization sets in.

   "That is where the difficult job sets in, I will be searched and can't be seen with any weapon right?"

   He nodded.

   "Sadly, yes. Fred will be taken care of but that is after the suite has been closed with you inside and the two other escorts." He explained.

   She grinned.

   "It gets even more interesting. Don't worry, I got this." She confidently said nodding her head. "The riskier, the more fun."

   "You didn't even ask me how you will take care of the two escorts?" He asked surprised as she made to leave.

   She raised her brow.

   "Two bimbos, who just get paid to get their backs on the bed and have a scumbag hover around them with dirty grunts, collapsing on them seconds after and drifting into a deep sleep with loud deafening snores?" 

   "Remember, don't ever underestimate anybody."

   "Trust me at this rate, we are overrating them by even discussing them." She had the familiar smug grin, her Dad had always had on each mission, but Young didn't mention that detail to her.

   "Stay connected with me all the fucking time. If it gets dangerous Jas, fucking retreat." He warned.

   "Don't mean to be arrogant, but I think I got this." 

 She shrugged and continued walking away.

   "Jas," he called out.

   She turned.

   "Please try not to die." He said a familiar request he makes every time he sends her on a mission.

   "No promises," she whispers back her infamous reply and then walked out.

   Still hearing the old preacher's voice echoing behind her.

   "... We all would die someday, but what matters is what we do here on Earth."

   She smiled to herself, with an almost goofy grin, she was going to wreak havoc on Earth.

   For her mom.

   For her Dad.

***

Jasmine held her breath, mentally calming herself as the perverted bodyguard took liberty doing more than just searching and was having a feel of her body. His hands felt like thousands of insects roaming her body aimlessly.

   He nods at Fred, a sign that she was cleared. He brings out a detector that made her sigh, So much for trust huh? She thought wryly.

   The detector turned red, a signal she was with something incriminating. She rolled her eyes and then unbuttoned her top showing them her lingerie.

   "It's my Bra." She explained, rolling her eyes while they feasted their eyes on her full breast.

   It was almost too easy. She thought grimacing at how inefficient men could become, because of their pig nature.

   She held her breath as Fred's eyes were still on her for minutes, an unassured look in his eyes, and then she saw the glint of his depreciating stare.

   He had looked down on her, underestimated her. What possibly can an escort do, even though she was armed when he will be present? He must have thought.

   He nodded at her in approval and as she turned to leave, one of the bodyguards palmed her on her ass cheek, she glared at him flirting with the idea of just grabbing the gun that was hanging from Fred's jacket which was almost at her reach.

   She knew she was greatly outnumbered and getting floored was a possibility she was willing to risk, but years of Young's teaching on self-control made her clench her fist tightly to her side, a universal sign of weakness.

   Fred gave him a warning glare but he shrugged, a smug grin on his face as he left with the other guards while she entered, knowing Fred as usual will be the only one in front of the suite.

   It was protocol.

   A protocol the Natives were going to exploit, she thought with a grin, knowing that in just minutes Fred will be attacked and she would be free to make a go for Uche's head.

   The fool who was currently grinning overwhelmed with the euphoria of raking his eyes on the underclothed girls who made her skimpy gown look like a granny makeover.

   She didn't even spare a glance at them. With her beautiful voluptuous curve that flared in the right places, her desired body paired with her oval face and pointed nose she was able to steal the show, from almost anyone.

   A spitting image of her mother, a beauty capable of melting the heart of her father who was a name that sent shivers to the heart of rivals. A head of the Native table, a force to reckon with. 

   Confidently Jasmine smirked, she knew that this night was no different and she would be able to entrap him in her snare.

   Immediately, his gaze met her. She smiled triumphantly and then taking her own sweet time she walked towards him, teasing him as she made to unbutton her gown.

   His breath hitched as she bit her lips and then winked at him, she went into the ensuite and then immediately unbuckled her ankle boots retrieving the razor blade she had hidden in there.

   And her wireless microphone speakers she brought out from her bra and immediately plugged into her ears, using her hairdo to cover it and coming out, she smiled flirtatiously.

   The other two escorts had already made quick work of removing the flimsy piece of material they had on.

   Both girls were flanked at his side as they rubbed his chest, one of them teasingly letting her hand wander further, tracing his navel.

   Jasmine batted her eyelashes, grunting in frustration inwardly, angry that she had to act the part of a dumb woman who was just a warm hole meant to satisfy a man.

   Men like him.

   Taking her own time, she strutted towards him, adding an extra sway to her hips and then completely ignoring both girls at his side, who were glaring at her, angry she was stealing the show.

   She straddled him.

   "So you have been a bad girl making daddy wait huh?" He asked as she tried not to wince at his bad breath which he gloriously released into her nostril.