A nanny for Mia

Chapter 3

Audrey returned home in the middle of the night and found Zoe lying on the three-seater sofa, where he left her earlier that evening. He already forgot he asked her to wait.

Zoe was fast asleep on the sofa and Audrey couldn't resist watching the beautiful sight of her sleeping. She curled up innocently, like a sleeping child. He noticed something new about her when he parted some strands of hair off her face - She had luscious lips.

Zoe snored quietly, and her chest raised and fell on a rhythm, her long red hair fell carelessly on the sofa.

Audrey tapped her lightly."Zoe…Zoe!"

Zoe sat up and rubbed sleep off her eyes." You are back… sorry I dozed off in your study. I was…" Audrey raised his hand in understanding.

"It's fine… emergency calls, so I had to run. Sorry for keeping you up this late." He stared into her eyes while he spoke. He bent over and touched her face, softly and his head tilted towards hers and their lips met, they dived into a sudden desperate kiss.

" We can't do this, Mr Morrison," Zoe said softly and pushed away from Audrey. She sprang up quickly from the sofa. "I have to go" Zoe announced, as she hurriedly left Audrey standing in the middle of the room confused.

The kiss seemed to have brought back to life, all dead feelings and emotions buried deep down Audrey's heart for a very long time.

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The small table by the bedside, in the small motel room, housed several strings and injecting needles. A white powdered substance was sitting close to a laptop on the table. A male and a female Shoes and clothes were littered on the floor of the room.

Pamela and her boyfriend, Rick, were sitting on the bed in the motel room in their underwear, smoking. Suddenly, Rick's phone began to ring. He reached for his phone on the bed stand, picked up the call and placed it on the loudspeaker. " The money has been sent," the caller said and ended the call immediately.

Rick and Pamela shared a glance. Suddenly, a wild smile formed on both their faces and Pamela squealed. Rick grabbed Pamela and kissed her wildly in excitement.

"Now we can have the good life we wanted… We have to celebrate this." Rick said as he limped down the bed. His tattoo-covered body quivered as he moved. He placed the white substance on a paper and sniffed hard, he handed the rest to Pamela and she did the same.

After the celebration had died down, Pamela spoke" I think we should fuvking lay low for the moment. We don't know what that son-of-a-b***h, Audrey is up to…"

" We are not going back on this, you hear me?… All the fuvking plans must be executed as planned...So chill! Don't forget we are in this together." Rick reassured Pamela.

Pamela signed and got off the bed. She picked up her dress laying recklessly on the floor and started dressing up. She tucked her pistol in her pants.

She grinned wickedly. " He can't imagine what's coming for him..." She muttered audibly, as she continued lacing up her shoes.

" We've gotta fuvking leave this place, right now..." Rick said as he hurriedly cleared all their stuff on the table into a bag.

"What's wrong?" Pamela asked, baffled.

"We have a fuvking emergency at the safe house," Rick replied as he continued to throw their belongings into the bag.

Pamela's eyes bugged out involuntarily in shock "What…? s**t!"

"Where's the key to the truck?" Rick asked as he searched for the keys furiously.

" Right there… on the floor" Pamela pointed.

Rick picked up the keys "let's go."

They both jumped into a wrecked old truck standing in the parking lots of the motel and zoomed off at high speed. It was a forty-five-minute ride to the safe house. They parked their truck in front of an abandoned building. Rick pulled out a gun under the driver's seat and they both walked into the building cautiously.

However, they got into a ramshackle room that had a dormant smell of ruin. The stinky smell coming from the room could cause depression to anyone who stayed there longer than necessary. The smell on its own was torture.

A man with a bloody swollen face was tied to a metal chair in the room, while a hard-faced young man in his early twenties stood behind him, holding a rifle.

"Hello, friend." Rick sarcastically greeted the man tied to the chair.

"I'm here to say hi to you, my old friend." Rick moved closer and stooped in front of the man. He caressed the man's face with his gun.

" Aren't we friends, Mac?" Rick asked, but The man remained silent. He shivered in fear. Rick felt frustrated by Mac's silence, so he yelled, "Answer me, you motherfuvking son-of-a-b***h!"

Rick impulsively raised his gun at Mac's head. " Please… please… don't kill me… I will give you anything you want. Please, don't kill me… I beg you.." Mac pleaded.

Rick smiled devilishly. " Good boy…! Now we can talk about business… you have what I want. Do you want to know what that is?" Mac nodded grievously.

"Now you're talking! Since you care to know what I want from you. I'm gonna make it a real quick one for you… I want your life, Mac."

Mac cried. "Nooo… please you can do this… I have a two-year-old daughter. Please don't kill me."

"That's the price you pay for taking what is mine… In your next life, you dare not stand in my way." Rick gestured to the hard-faced young man and he excused himself from the room and later returned with a bag.

" Your family already paid for your release... This is your ransom, but remember I said no police, but you chose to disobey me… Mac, you caused the death of my two best men, In a police chase today."

" I'm sorry…"Mac muttered his apology, hopeful that it helped his situation. " I didn't call the police." He said quietly.

"So who did?" Rick asked peevishly, as he tightly gripped Mac's throat for a Few Seconds and realised it afterwards.

Mac coughed and gasped for air while he answered. " I…I…I don't know ooo."

"Since you don't know…then, let me remind you," Rick said as he pulled the trigger. The loud sound echoed in the empty building. Blood oozed out from Mac's forehead. "Say hello to the devil," Rick said.

Pamela, who had been standing behind Rick, all those while, pulled out a lighter from her back pocket. She lit a stick of cigarette and gently placed it between her lips. She sucked in the smoke and puffed them out, through her mouth and nostrils.

" Clear up this mess, Poison," Rick ordered the hard-faced young man. He turned towards Pamela and pulled out the stick of cigarette lying between her lips. He placed it between his lips and took a hungry drag.

"Check the body for any implicating material. " Rick ordered again. This time, Poison had untied Mac's body from the metal chair. He searched the dead body. " Found nothing, sir…" Poison reported and Rick nodded his approval.

" Waiting for our new arrivals," Rick said. He winked at Pamela and handed her back her cigarette.

"Speak of the devil…" Pamela declared with a wicked smile as two able-bodied men hauled a man in his middle fifties into the room.

Poison already cleared Mac's body as Rick commanded. The only thing left was the fresh blood stains on the dirty floor.

The smell of fresh blood mixed with a stinking rotten smell of decay overwhelmed the room. If smells were coloured, it would have been a mouldy brownish, slimy colour.

The man hauled into the room, at this point could not stand the nasty smells. He fell on his knees and he began to vomit. The two men who hauled him in watched him with resenting eyes.

When he was done vomiting, Pamela pointed to the metal chair, and the two men lifted him from his knees and sat him on the chair.

" Thank you boys." Pamela acknowledged the men as they left.

" It's nice meeting you again, Barrister." The man raised his head and looked at Pamela for the first time since he got into the room.

"You…?" The man cried, he seemed shocked to see Pamela. He observed his environment with fear and disgust.

" Yesss darling…it's me, flesh and blood." Pamela gave him a wicked grin. "You psychopath!" He cried.

"That's me… and you know what…? You're gonna do as I say, if not…." Pamela left her threat hanging. She moved closer and blew smoke to his face.

"Phone please…" Pamela requested. But the man refused to comply. Rick raised his gun at him, and he instantly surrendered his phone to Pamela.

"Good boy…, password please" The man unlocked his phone and handed it back to Pamela. Pamela took a picture of him, with the phone. "I'm sending this to your client." She forwarded the picture to Audrey.

" I'm sure, Audrey will love this…" she laughed hysterically. " I'm his plague."

"I won't be falling for any of your mad games…" the barrister said

" You will darling, you already have… Do you hear me?... You are my bait and point of correction. You are not playing this game with me, you are the game yourself… And the game is between Audrey and I. I play as I want, I play to win… so shut the fuvk up. While I do the talking, and you do the listening."