They both had a few shots, and maybe more so driving would never be a wise idea. Scarlett led the way as she suggested they were going to her place. She was thinking about taking a cab and change rides a few times to lose whoever might be following them along the way. She was sure those men at the bar wouldn't stay idle for a very long time. She needs to get rid of them or lose them so she can focus on her special client. Special because she is not going to make a deal like she usually does. Voltaire was obediently walking along with her. Not a word of protest or suggestion. He was passively following her every lead. Not even sure where she was taking him, but it did not bother him. He needed her help. Agreeing to his request to find another place to talk about the details of his matter was already a positive sign for him to rejoice that his deal would push through. But before they could get into the taxi station, a few men blocked their way. Scar

I have heard she is not to be underestimated. And I saw it with my own eyes. She is young. Or at least a few years younger than I am. But her techniques are not of someone with poor knowledge defending herself and making her offenders regret provoking her. I am sure she had a good drink. She almost finished a bottle of bourbon at the bar. But she can still fight without even the slightest difficulty. She is amazing! I admit. She is as the rumors say she is. Ruthless. A woman without mercy towards her enemy. I can tell she is not an awful person based on how she considered my request despite the clear and irrefutable fact that we are total strangers. She is not even aware I am after her life. Or is she?How am I going to win against her? I am confident with my combat skills. But as a soldier, I also have principles of my own, even on my hit gigs. I am willing to take a person down when the target is considered a destructive disease in society. Abusers. Molesters. Drug de

“Harder…” Scarlett moaned. “Ahhh, good…”Three naked men in their early and mid-twenties were serving her a sensual massage. One was on her feet, one her upper back, while another was on her mid-back while in her birth suit.“Right there, yes, yes, ahhhh….”Her sensuous moaning and sounding so explicit directions made the man watching in the other room, Voltaire, feel uncomfortably aroused. He wondered why he was ushered here in this room as soon as he entered the club. He just thought maybe Dandelion still needed booze coming here. He was not able to check thoroughly what kind of club is this. And he wasn’t able to look around as a man who introduced himself as the manager welcomed him and courteously asked to follow him—leading Voltaire to a private room. He was asked to sit facing the curtained wall. He looked around, the room was dimly lit, and all he could se

“Is that all?” I was astounded. I did not expect such a deal. “That is all, but I don’t think that is too simple,” she replied with all seriousness. She sat leaning her back into the plushy chair’s backrest. “What you see earlier is a part of my most hidden personality. But that is certainly not all there is to know about me.” “Why me? Why friendship?” I asked. I cannot clearly process the situation we are in right now. She is asking me to be her friend, and in return, she will also be my friend. I am still hanging in the fear of being played by her. Is she tricking me? Is she serious? I was looking so much forward to what she was going to say. I keenly watched her and saw how her mood dramatically changed to, somehow, low-spirited. I cannot make a wild guess why a person with so much to be joyful in life about feel even a slight sad. “Honestly? I d

Voltaire was awake almost all night. He was trying to sort out his thoughts about laying his cards on the table with Scarlett. He was practically weary for the sun to show up so the morning would arrive soon. He was staring at the digital clock on the wall when sleep caught up with him. It was 3:48 when he was defeated to close his eyes and join Scarlett in a peaceful slumber.  “V! V! Wake up!” A female voice whispered so close to him. Scarlett decided, along with their playful talk last night, that his name was too long, so she would call him V for a nickname. A name only she calls for him.  He was still half asleep when he realized Scarlett was trying to wake him up in a hushed manner. “What’s going on?” Voltaire quickly got up. His eyes were still reddish as he must have been asleep for half an hour or so.  “We have to get out of here,” she showed him her phone with its screen showing four surveillance