Chapter 4

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“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!” The short Korean guy’s screams echoed throughout the whole office, his tonsils tearing apart with screams as he held his right wrists with his left hand that was now splattering blood out of its empty, finger less palm. His white shirt was deep reddened with blood, his short eyes squinted shut as he cried and screamed out of pain. His screams muffled when one of Alejandro’s men shoved a wet towel down his throat, the towel was dipped by his own blood. “Better!” Alejandro commented shaking off his ear that seemed distorted because of the screams. “Now what was the deal?” Alejandro leaned back in his royal blue swivel leather chair. He shot a look at the screaming Korean, over his huge shining black table. He was lying limp on his knees, held up by his collar by one of Alejandro’s own men in his office. His office was decorated in shades of blue and black with the wooden cabinet behind his desk that had straight three solid rows running throughout the wall holding guns, photo frames running from great-great-great-great grand papa Santiago to until Alejandro himself. “He was supposed to deliver twenty-three million by Saturday.” One of Alejandro’s own men spoke as they noticed that the man was too unconscious to even say one word. “Pathetic.” Alejandro shock his head in disappointment,“What day is it Carl?” he asked sarcastically his right hand man. “It’s Wednesday.” Carl replied curtly standing straight right next to Alejandro with his hand stiffly bonded in front of him. “And how much he has on him?” “Twelve million.” “Cut off his cock.” He simply told him dismissing off his men, who carried the unconscious man’s body away and out of Alejandro’s office. He then turned back to his laptop and went through the files of his white businesses that included owning hotels and casinos all over the world. Most of the money put under these casinos is the one with illegal numbers and his hotels were usually used to hide and transport the money in black. Carl stood right by his side, working on papers that were needed to be done. He was an old Australian guy, who was cut broad but old. He worked with his father and after his father’s accident he helped Alejandro takeover the family business. An email notification popped on Alejandro’s computer. As he opened it he saw a picture of two women standing together wearing long golden dresses, with slits high up till their mid thighs. The woman on the left was a brunet bit chubby, but tall and had a broader shoulder than the other one. She had piercing blue eyes but she was definitely beautiful, it took Alejandro a moment to recognize her, she was Rebecca, when he had seen her the only time was in London where she came to sign the marriage papers; she was much thicker and even had blonde hair back then. His gaze went towards the blond woman on her right that was hugging her. She wore the same dress with a high slit, but she was petite yet the way her curves hugged the dress she looked enticingly scrumptious and gorgeous. Alejandro couldn’t help but notice her hazel orbs of eyes that were sparkling in shades of crystal, her full lips curled up in smile, her breasts held molded against the dress with an eye catching popping cleavage as her hair ran along the length of her smooth skin. “A beauty is she.” Carl sneaked towards the screen of the laptop, watching over Alejandro’s shoulder. Alejandro straightened his posture, cutting off the picture close, “Eh, American.” He shrugged. He found American women monotonous and dull. He thought they were way too out spoken for his taste, His dictionary in women stated that that those who speak much on the table are less exciting in bed and don’t know howto pleasure a guy compared to the crazy things that Italian and Spanish girls could do. “But you still can’t deny, she is pretty.” Carl winked at him. “Seems like you’ve finally found a girl crush after Nicole Kidman.” Alejandro joked over his deep Australian taste. Carl moved outside the office, to continue with his work. He was a gay man, who only cherished one woman his entire life “Nicole Kidman”. He was in his early fifties yet still he had a bulky and muscular composure that looked good on his tall height. He was like a fatherly guide to Alejandro and swore on his life to always protect him. Alejandro’s phone rung as he picked the call, seeing the caller ID of Jacob. “Received the picture?” He asked impatiently over the other end of the line. “Don’t you have any single picture of your wife?” Alejandro scoffed sarcastically. “No! this is the only one I could find on her f*******: that was public.” He sighed in defeat. “Anyways, even that picture is almost a year old, don’t forget to tell your men that now she is blond and slimmer. The private McMahon jet fly from New York on Saturday.” Alejandro, kept the phone aside and called in his men,showing them the picture, “I’ll be going to Germany for a week, the work needs to be done on Saturday. Make sure the private jet by McMahon flying from New York on Saturday, doesn’t reach London. Send this picture to our men in Spain.Tell them it’s the brunet one on the left, she is now blonde and slimmer. Her name is Rebecca.” ___________________________ The large office room in Spain was big, dark and grey;filled with four men, smoking joints, puffing in the air and passing it around.The furniture in the room dominated in red from the couch to the chairs and the coffee table. The only black thing was the large office table placed parallel to the coffee table. They all sat around the small coffee table, playing cards as laptop that was placed open on the office table dinged loudly with a notification.One of the men, largest of them all, bald headed with a ruffled long ginger beard covering his jaw; Jason; gulped down his drink, putting out his cigar and walked up the laptop. It was an email from the Santiago Islands, a name that was enough to hitch their breaths in their throats, “Hey!” he called out with his raspy and loud voice, earning everyone’s attention over the loud music. “It’s from boss’s place.”, he notified everyone as they all turned their faced looking at him with curiosity at their own boss has summoned them. He clicked open the email and saw it to be as the same previous picture of the two women. The subject stated along. Subject: Abduct R. .. . Email: The McMahon plan from New Y—k not - - - London - - - Spain. The woman - - -R- - - -blond and slim. “The f**k is this supposed to mean?” Jason yelled our making everyone else get up and looked at the laptop screen. “It’s definitely about abducting these chicks.” One of the four men who stood studying the email, named Anthony, spoke. “It can’t be both of them.” Another one named Derek, spoke. “The mail says R.” Derek spoke, “Which means that one of them.” he tried to sound the intelligent one. “Why not just f*****g tell which one.” Jason spoke. “He did you f*****g perro.”, Anthony said almost yelling at Jason. “But it is written in codes. Samuel (their cryptographer)would’ve been able to c***k it if this Estúpido wouldn’t have killed him.”,Derek pointed towards Jason. “Hey, he was sleeping with my sister.” He defended himself back almost erupting into immediate anger. “Why don’t you try and explain it to boss when we’ll tell him that you blew Samuel’s brains out.” Derek barked back at him. “Shut up you both! We can’t tell boss that Samuel was killed and we burned his dead body or else he’ll kill us. Let’s pull this job and then tell boss, he’ll be happy with us.” Anthony, yelled shutting them all. Their boss has strict policy against his own men killing each other; the moment when Jason had killed Samuel, they all took care of his dead body but scared to death to tell it to Alejandro. “Now.” Anthony, took the laptop into his hands, away from Jason, “It says we got to make sure that the McMahon plan from New York, that will fly for London lands in Spain.” He told them. “How can you be sure?”, Derek questioned. “Samuel thought me a little bit of his work,” He shrugged them, “It says the woman R, which means the woman in right, blonde and Slim.It’s so f*****g straight and easy. See this one woman, the one who is blond, on the right, she is the one who is to be taken.” He simply shrugged at the rest who nodded his head at them. “Now let’s go back and f*****g complete the game. Who needs a stupid sister fucker when we can pull s**t on our own.” Anthony spoke confidently earning a glare from Jason but immediately moved towards the coffee table from earlier and sat to continue the game. Behind them on the laptop was left a picture of two smiling best friends that had each dyed their hair opposite colors a year ago, because they wanted to swap looks, a strategy that Rachel suggested to Rebecca to help her feel confident about her looks. And now Rebecca stood on the left with brunet hair while Rachel stood on the right with blond hair. She was circled in red as the target of the girl who is going to be abducted off the McMahon private jet on its way to London.
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