DEALT ( saving his soul )

Chapter Fifteen

It rained .

The thunder rumbled.

Lightening flashed.

He still never bothered to turn on the lights instead he had a glimpse of his face each time the bright light flashed. He smiled noticing the way his mismatched eyes eerily seemed and the way his smooth skin felt under his veiny finger, the scar no longer existent.

" It's been a week , Blue , "

The voice pierced the silence of the room.

" Still no Kayla , "

" I know , Lan , "

He shut the door behind him and turned on the lights. Jonathan angrily set down the mirror on his desk and swung in his seat to glare at him.

" Oh ! Cut it off , who do you think you are ? The bogey man . I understand she riles you up ,but that ain't enough to go all horror man , you look like a damn corpse when that lightening flashes, "

Jonathan narrowed his eyes at him but managed a small smile.

" My suspicion lies with Mr. Yong especially if we take into account the way she snooped around . It kind of reminds me of that Tyrin guy, "

Mismatched eyes briefly glanced at green ones then broke contact , " I do too, but...could be anyone. I've a lot ...of enemies. "

Silence reigned for a while.

" Hurts , "

" I feel fooled, "

" We don't even know anything about her apart from her appearance, "

" Got us good , "

" We never saw it coming,"

" She'll pay, " Jonathan rasped.

" How ? When we don't know where she is , "

Jonathan drummed an off key rhythm on his desk, " Organize a raid . "

" I don't understand , how do you mean ? "

"Organize a raid...to Mr. Yong's. I think it's ...due time I ...had my revenge, "

" But we aren't sure if it's truly him . What if she wasn't working for him ? "

" I will still...have the pleasure...of paying back...my past grudges , "

Lan chuckled and watched Jonathan grab a shiny black mask.

" Don't tell me you're still gonna wear those ? "

" Yeah , I am, "

" Then why did you bother with the facial construction in the first place ? " Lan wondered.

Jonathan simply smiled at him.

Jonathan's face was reinstated back to it's former state , the only difference was his left eye which was still grey instead of blue. Lan could understand why ladies swooned over him before the accident and he was certain they would go crazy if they saw his face after the surgery. Lan did not know what motivated the man to do a facial reconstruction in the first place but he looked good : a neatly defined jawline, smooth cheeks , adorably large mismatched eyes and pouty lips combined with a built physique, he was breathtaking.

" You amaze me Blue, " Lan said , a shake to his head as the man wore the mask.

" Let's just say...I'm attached , "

" To a mask ? "

Jonathan glared, " To the intimidating...look , "

" So full of yourself , huh ? "

" Shut up ! "

The door was knocked and a guard peered into the office.

" Sir , someone's here to see you , "

" Who ? "

" A certain Mr. Fazul , "

Jonathan and Lan shared baffled looks.

" Let him up , " he rasped and watched the door close.

Lan shook his head , " Strange . "

" Indeed , " Jonathan agreed.

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Mr. Fazul walked into the office, arms raised up high while the guard behind him poked his lower back using a rifle. Lan also had his pistol ready, aiming at the man's head should he try any funny business. Jonathan watched him , gaze narrowed and hands clasped on his desk.

" I understand I'm the bad guy but this treatment is overrated, " Mr. Fazul smirked at Jonathan.

Lan chuckled, " Great guts, that if I was in a better mood , I would've commended you . You show up here, Mr. Goatee knowing your stand with us ? "

Mr. Fazul blinked at him then lowered an arm to fondly stroke his long braided goatee, " Leave my beard out of this. "

Lan c****d a brow.

" Is he always this silent ? " Mr. Fazul asked , pointing a finger at Jonathan.

He heard the click of a gun and he was forced to raise his arms into the air again as he glared at Jonathan.

" State your business, " Jonathan rasped.

" Straight to the point I see. I would but your men need to lower the guns , "

" No , "

" Then I'm afraid I won't state my business, Mr. Jonathan, "

" Then leave, " he rasped and begun to busy himself with the paper work on his desk.

" I believe my boss has something of yours ; if I may put it that way , "

Jonathan froze , " What ? "

" Your men's guns , Mr . Jonathan , "

" Forget it , "

" Then I'll reveal no more , "

" I see, " Jonathan grinned , " you may leave. "

Mr. Fazul eyes widened in disbelief.

The man was difficult and the most annoying part was that Mr. Fazul needed him while it seemed Jonathan did not have a need or care for what he had to say . Mr. Fazul sighed tiredly , he would have to swallow his pride and state his business as he had said ,but if Mr. Jonathan refused to be involved , he would not beg him . He was too much of a man for that kind of nonsense.

" Fine , they can keep their guns , "

Jonathan motioned at Lan and the guns were immediately lowered . Mr. Fazul stared at him confused.

Jonathan shrugged.

" Your business ? "

" As I said , I believe my boss, Mr. Yong has something you're looking for , " he slid a photo across the desk , " Her real name is Cora Liya , she's a Rwandanese from paternal side and Ethiopian from maternal side , she's a trained assassin , highly intelligent , violent , excellent combating skills and very attractive. If you don't believe me take a look at this. "

Jonathan's jaw dropped , his mouth hung open while Mr. Fazul reached inside his coat and gave Jonathan the paper he pulled out.

" I don't believe you , " Lan begun , " I don't believe you've got Kayla , "

" Kayla was a fake name. I personally hired her after the pathetic failure by Felix Tyrin . Mr. Yong wanted an expert and she was perfect. She seemed vulnerable and innocent , a lethal combination with her hidden skills. Mr. Yong hired her to find what Tyrin was sent to do which I believe you understand what it is , based on the threat my boss made - "

" Threat you made , " Jonathan corrected.

" Uh , uhm ! Uh ! Yes , I made , " he coughed awkwardly, " she was then to eliminate you ."

The statement made the men raise their guns at him and Jonathan felt an unexplainable anguish . The fact that she wanted him dead as part of an assignment awakened something within him , he wanted to punish her ; inflict pain and agony on her body that she would regret having such a thought. It hurt him in several ways but it was still hard to believe. Who knows ? Mr. Fazul seated before him might also be part of some crazed plan to lure him into a trap. Jonathan narrowed eyes at him.

" Go on ! " He rasped angrily and Mr. Fazul flinched.

" Well, she failed in her mission as we can all see that you're very much alive and now she's in Mr. Yong's custody ,but I'm willing to deliver her to you in exchange for some sum of money then that will be all , "

Lan lost it and he pulled the trigger. Mr. Fazul cried out in pain and clutched his suddenly painful bloody shoulder.

Lan marched to him and grabbed his collar.

" You think we're fools ! You think we're fools huh? To come here , an enemy like you , only for the sake of money ! You think we're so stupid we can't see this is a stupid plan ! Sent us that girl you didn't succeed so you come to try it on your own ? Listen , I'll personally make sure I land you in the dungeons and torture you to death ! "

Mr. Fazul choked and gasped in pain, " You've got to believe me . I only seek revenge and my pay. "

" Lan , " Jonathan raised a hand.

Lan released the man , clicking and huffing in anger.

" Pay ? " Jonathan c****d his head .

" Yes , Mr. Yong is not an exactly generous person, "

Jonathan smiled . His guess was correct.

" He hasn't paid me my three months salary and wouldn't budge no matter the kind of threat I issue. Lately , it's worse coz his mind is mainly occupied with the girl , Cora , "

" Cora , " the name sounded foreign but he liked it a lot better than Kayla. He shook his head, he was supposed to loathe the woman not admire her stupid name.

" Yes, " Mr. Fazul whispered.

Jonathan noticed him look away and to anyone it would appear as a sign of deceit but Jonathan was keen to notice the eyes that suddenly grew watery and he hated the feeling of worry that grew within him.

" What about her ? "

" How do you mean ? "

" What is he , " he paused searching for shorter words , " doing to her ? "

Mr. Fazul made an attempt of smirking but it appeared as a sad smile, " Agree to the deal then I'll tell you everything. "

Jonathan stared at him for a long while. The soft pattering sounds of the rain filling the silence of the office and lightening flashing at intervals.

" No , "

Mr. Fazul simply nodded and rose while clutching his shoulder , a reaction that shocked Jonathan.

He smiled , a sad smile and Jonathan briefly saw the man's eyes grow watery again but he blinked , " Very well , I shall see my self out , but one thing I'd like you to know Jonathan : if she meant to kill you,she would've easily done it a while ago. "

And the man walked out , leaving Jonathan completely confused with more questions than he ever had.

" What do we do now boss ? " Lan questioned once the door slammed shut.

" I don't know,"

" Do you think it's only about the money ? "

Jonathan stared at Lan , slowly shaking his head , " No. Must be another ...reason. "

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