Cold Blood

☠ Samael

F.V 🖤

"You told me about a lead on your agency's founder" panimula ko after drinking my glass of sparkling water.

We're currently having our dinner and I think it's the best time to begin some discussion.

"Yes, why?"

Tanong naman niya and I can't help but to let out a smirk because she's so adorable while eating.

I'm mentally clapping at myself because she seem to love every food that I cook.

Maybe after finishing her problem, I'll pursue her.

I'm not going to deny to myself that I really like her kahit na ba ilang araw ko palang siyang kilala and our relationship is all about business.

I think that she's just too precious to let go.

"Uhm.." come on, self.

Stop acting like a hormonal teenage boy.

Kung kailan malapit na akong magtrenta, saka naman ako biglang natotorpe sa pakikipagusap sa babae

"I want to know why it sounds like she's hiding"

"She's not. But she doesn't stay in a single place for too long so it is hard to trace her because of her connections"

"Mukhang mapapabiyahe tayo" litanya ko habang nakangiti.

"Trust me, mapapabiyahe talaga tayo"

"So, where is she?"

"Yakutsk, Russia"

"Seriously? Russia?"

"Yes. Ang masaklap pa niyan ay hindi kanais-nais ang klima sa Yakutsk"

"That one and..."

I get her glass and refill it with water.

"... I'm sure that the moment we step foot in that country, we will be under surveillance by their intelligence unit. Two licensed assassins from different agencies together is a suspicious thing"

"I know, I'm ready about it" she said proudly with a lustrous smile on her lips.

It's ridiculous how my insides feel like jelly every time her lips curves into a beautiful smile.

Para bang gusto kong palagi siyang nakangiti at sana ay laging ako ang dahilan ng mga ito.

But can a licensed to kill like me be able to make a woman happy and cherished?

I got nothing to offer but a life of killing criminals and a broken past.

"I hope you're fine in using another identity, Fernand Velez"

"Are you challenging me, mi corazon?"

I lean on the table with a smirk while my arms support my weight.

Her cheeks immediately turn into a pinkish color upon using another Spanish endearment.

"Maybe" she fired back without removing her gaze on me.

"I'll make you choose which identity I'm going to use, belleza" tumayo ako at sandaling nagtungo sa aking silid.

I open the vault in my room which is hidden behind a large Fauvism painting on the wall and take three of the five passports in it.

"Wow, another three identities, really?" komento niya nang ilapag ko sa mesa ang tatlong passports.

I watch as she reach for my Ecuadorian passport and open it, "Abel F. Campoverde.."