30 For 30 Catching Hell の小説・ストーリー

"Hell no, I'm never going to pay that much!" Melanie jumped in quickly. "Don, come on," she negotiated. "This is a simple job, one target, minimal complications. Ten million is excessive." Don Zaza shrugged. "That's my price for a clean job with zero traces," he stated. "You want amateur hour, go find someone cheaper. You want professional work that guarantees you'll never see the inside of a prison cell, you pay premium rates." Melanie turned to me. "Standard arrangement is five million deposit before the job gets done," she explained. "Then five million after completion when you confirm the target is eliminated. That's the only way they operate, Chloe. Take it or leave it."

We are in the third row in the auction hall. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the auction,” even with the mask on I can tell it is Jaden. He steps down the podium, and a lady dressed in blue takes over. Her voice is charming as it echoes in every corner of the hall. She begins the auction, and everyone goes silent. All the pieces are exquisite but, I have my eyes set on a specific one. The auction is competitive, and brutal. “This is going for fifty thousand dollars,” she says, pointing at the art that had stolen my attention.

"Dante noticed you two take off and wanted to follow." "Aiden senses a threat. Something about the scent of Hell." Amira informed them. "Can you sense anything, Dante?" She asked him. His eyes hardened. "Hellfire. Clear as day. He has the right to be worried." Dante told her. "Hellfire?" Willow asked, confused for a moment. Realization dawned on her. "Wait! I think I know who it is!" She shouted, almost with excitement. "Who?" Amira asked, sharing the confusion with Aiden.

"And how much is his fee?" "Thirty million dollars."

Vanessa replied almost instantly, as if she had finally completed some routine obligation. "Have you eaten? Food at rest stops gets cold. Don't eat anything random." I was about to type when Caleb updated his video again. He posted a photo of coffee from a rest stop. The caption read: "Warm. It feels good when you're here." Beside the rim of the cup, I could see the Patek Philippe watch Vanessa always wore. Something clogged my chest, nausea churning hard. I shut off my phone and kept driving. Halfway there, my mother's attending doctor called.

An hour later, her Maybach pulled up outside a villa in Southbridge. Claire stepped inside with a dark expression. I opened the listening software I had installed earlier that evening while she was showering, slipped on my earbuds, and immediately heard arguing. "Didn't I tell you? Unless I contact you first, don't ever contact me." I'd never heard such darkness in Claire's voice before. The man sounded hysterical. "Why? I know you're getting married to him today! He's your man. Am I not your man, too?"

Avery shook his head to get rid of the thoughts in his head, but her smile popped into his head which made him vibrate. "Fvck, it has ended. Avery, it's just a thirty day stand with no strings attached" He muttered out, shoving his wet silky hair backward under the shower, as he took a deep breath. "To hell with the system that made a mistake" He whispered silently to himself Soon, he was done bathing, and went out of the washroom to see Ida stark naked on the bed moaning his name loudly.

“Your leading lady already ran off. Don’t you think you should go after her? Why are you just standing here like a doorman?” Owen glared at me one last time before turning and leaving. The room was finally quiet. I looked at my phone and saw that I had received 100,000 dollars. I felt slightly relieved. It was over. It would be over soon.

​The silence that followed was so thick I could hear the clock ticking again, and Arthur’s face went from relief to pure shock, his mouth hanging open slightly before he let out a harsh, dry laugh that didn't reach his eyes. ​"Three billion? You've got to be kidding me, Evelyn, I knew you liked the lifestyle but I didn't think you were this greedy, or maybe you really were just a gold digger this entire time like Rebecca always said," he spat, his voice dripping with sudden contempt. ​"You said I could name my price, Arthur, and that is the price for three years of my life that I can never get back, so either you pay it or we can spend the next year fighting this in court and making sure you

“Oh my God! I can't believe this!” Holding up two plates of mac and cheese, Kate looked funny as she pointed excitedly at the TV screen where live news was displaying a bold and clear headline. ETHAN HAWKINS: THE NATION’S HUSBAND RETURNS! Zia scrunched up her nose at the weird report and stood up to save her meal from Kate, digging into it hungrily. “Ethan Hawkins? What’s the big deal about him?” Zia asked curiously as she ate. Her gaze returned to the TV screen showing a reporter giving a briefing as they ran towards the entrance of a big building.