Dating The Killer

Chapter 13

Mr. Clay Martin was the world's most successful leader of all gang history. He had a sharp eye, a classy style, and a maleficent personality. He was not only a rich heir but a strict father as well. I had never seen him, in my three-year relationship with Levy, talking to his son other than business.

"Welcome, children," he greeted us after Levy paid for the cab and stepped closer to Mr. Clay, he shook our hands with a greedy smile, "oh, how I missed being in a massive business deal." He exclaimed like it was fun games to him. He was good with the gun, I would always find myself staring at the practice gun room he had in their mansion back in Oregon surrounded by forest trees and sand when I used to wait for Levy each morning.

"Hi to you too, dad." Levy rolled his eyes once he greeted his dad. His dad beamed at me like I was the main source of all these overlapped situations.

"Hello." I quickly greeted his dad, feeling slightly intimidated by the tall man in front of me, he stroked his scruffy beard as if he thought about something but let it go. As if on cue, the welcoming receptionist outside gestured for us to come in.

The Fairmont showed the meaning of pure bedazzlement. It had a wide entrance with small groups of fountains on each side and two pillars situated on each side of the hotel entrance. It had an ethnic feel to it with Syrian-made carpets with two large stairways leading to the apartments as guests roamed over to check out the largest fountain that reached the top ceiling of the hotel.

I was entrapped in the magnetized fountain that had golden diamonds sparkling bowl-like shape that spurred out the crystallized water as the holes where the water escaped glowed different lights. I didn't notice that Levy was talking to me until he held my hand, snapping me out of my thoughts as he dragged me behind him.

His dad guided us to a spacious room that had a large-sized desk and three black cushioned chairs. We all took a seat as his dad started to talk about the new plan.

"I always knew their grandfather of these two men," he introduced, "he was a sucker for shooting tricks and types of guns, these two were only after one thing." His dad's eyes stared into Levy's with conviction as if to say that they were after Levy.

"They were after me, but they also started to target Lia." Levy corrected his dad and Mr. Clay Martin nodded.

"My plan takes a form of a human," his dad mysteriously stated, "she will be here in ten minutes. She is the dynamite that will blow over the whole situation,"

The doors opened to reveal a tanned goddess-like woman that came in with sharp caramel-coloured eyes and dark hair that tumbled to her waist just like mine. She wore a sophisticated black jacket with a tight red skirt that showed the tall bronze legs along with golden-strapped pumps.

"Meet the famous, most exquisite," Mr. Clay gloated as the woman smiled, showing her flawless pearly whites, "Silvia Hart, the most known woman to take over the deathly gangs all over America."

The insecure side of me saw how Levy has enticed her as if he looked up at her in admiration, I gnawed on my lower lip, trying not to let it affect me.

"You compliment me too much, Clay Martin." she cheekily scolded as she swayed her long hair to her left shoulder.

"You came right on time, dear killing prodigy," He chuckled after he said that, "take a seat." He urged her as Levy was gob-smacked at the woman, making my jealousy boost even more.

She took a seat from a nearby desk and placed it right beside me, I forgot how to breathe as the most famous killer just sat beside me so casually, I fidgeted in my seat. I was in a room filled with professional killers, I was only used to Levy's skills, I was surely overwhelmed by Silvia and Mr. Clay.

"You're the one who killed the Silvers family, right?" Levy asked pleasantly at the smiling Silvia.

"By the flesh." She gestured to herself with a boastful smirk and he grinned back at her as if he couldn't believe she was here. I found it annoying and I wanted to run away from this intense room.

"The plan is to play illusions on the two big boys," she looked at Mr. Clay as he thoughtfully nodded at her idea, "They are still staying at the Ritz-Carlton hotel which has seven fire exits, twenty staircases, and over sand rooms. They still didn't change their locker codes." I widened my eyes at her precision, that girl memorized the whole hotel structure. I was amazed at the way she handled herself so confidently.

The questions and answers continued between his dad and Silvia Hart.

"What time should we attack?" he asked as he casually looked at his rings.

"Midnight, these Cinderellas would be sleeping," she replied.

"How we will attack them?"

"I have a supply full of lethal and poisonous smoke bombs, and they are in little portions so the smoke wouldn't reach the sensors on the ceilings."

"The tactic?"

"Take the videotape, if they had protection, we would physically fight them then install the smoke bombs to distract them and discharge all the webcams," she continued, "Then, we would take all their hidden secrets in these documents one by one and lastly, burn them with Mr. Denis and Mr. Clarence."

"If they found out before we take the documents, what would happen?" I asked through their discussion, they all looked at me, making me feel smaller under their scrutiny.

Silvia stared at me in a degrading manner, acknowledging my existence beside her.

"Simple, young girl. We kill them." She answered.