Love Hurts

Chapter 3

"You have a meeting with someone, hmm," he looked at the notepad again," yeah, Mr. Wilson, at club soda, 7 pm tonight"

"Why do I have to deal with people with 'W'," I picked up the plate in Infront of me and place it in the sink.

"Just make sure you go and earn some money," he smiled.

I groaned, "just leave already, you are disturbing my peace"

"Nope, I would make sure you go to the meet-up tonight, so I would be here all day," he laid down on the sofa.

"Suit yourself then!"

______________________________________________

It was exactly five minutes past seven, I got dressed. A pair of black trousers with a black jacket and high heel boots to match.

"That's what I'm talking about," Ben complimented.

"You scared me, get out of my room," I yelled at him and he left in a hurry.

What was he thinking? Gosh! He annoys me. I took a last glance at the mirror, I look classy and bossy.

"So what does he look like?" I asked buckling up my jacket.

"He has a scar on his right eye," he opened his phone and showed me a picture of a man. Around his fifty's, round face with brown hair, what a good combination.

"Thanks"

"Can't I follow you?"

"No," I shook my head," you have to stay here, I don't want to be responsible for you and I'm taking my bike with me"

He groaned which made me laugh.

"Some other time, okay?" I said leaving for the first room on the right, where I keep my equipment and probably hide them.

I picked up a knife at the entrance and hid it in my inner pocket. My guns were placed in their respective places, inside the boots, my inner pockets, and my back pocket.

I got on my bike and drove down to club soda, it was dark, creepy, and silent. I checked my watch and it said thirty minutes past seven. I parked my bike and walked into the club.

There were no club activities, as usual, just blurred lights and creepy sounds. I brought out my gun ready to shoot, there was a soft touch on my shoulder and I turned immediately. A tall guy stood in front of me.

"Mr. Wilson is waiting for you over there," he pointed in a direction and I nodded. I place my gun back in its place and followed the guy carefully.

He lead me to the back of the building, a man was sitting down on a chair and a table was placed in front of him. The same guy Ben showed me on the phone, I could see the security guards that were stationed at different corners.

"You must be Rose Prescott," the man on the chair spoke.

"Yes?"

He flinched his wrist to check the time," you are thirty-five minutes late"

"Time is not part of my policy," I said, walking to the table.

"Have your seat," he gestured to the chair in front of him and I sat down.

"What's the deal?" I asked raising a brow at myself.

He chuckled," at least have a drink with me first," he place a glass in front of me and pour a beer inside.

"Let's get straight to business," I said firmly, indicating I wasn't here for a glass of beer.

He smirked putting the glass of beer away, "you are quite smart, Rose, I have a good business for you," he signal to one of his men and he brought a brown paper over.

He tossed the paper to me, I caught it immediately. I tore it open and disposed of the stuff on the table. A picture of a guy, with brown hair just like the man sitting in front of me. I took the second paper on the table was a cheque for one billion dollars.

I looked at the man in front of me and he smiled. What kind of job will I have to do to be given one billion dollars?

Follow ?➕

Comment ?

Vote ?

And share ?