9- Blake

1183 Words

My eyes went to the side mirror as I watched them leave, the smile on my face dying down. I want to kill him. I drove faster. My car got me out of the territory in minutes before I pulled into the nearest hotel in the city and walked out of my car. A valet rushed to me and I threw my car key at him. “Send it to the Iron Clad compound. Say it’s a gift for my fiancée,” He was stammering something but I didn’t listen to what he was saying. I walked into the hotel, pulling out my phone and entering the elevator. “Hello, Margot,” Her Russian voice hit sharp like ice. “You are late for your meeting,” The doors shut close. “You can start it without me.” “I’m not the one that promised middle aged men going through a midlife crisis that they could do crime legally and be rest assured of t

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