Good Boys Gone Bad Series 4: LUST BULLET

♠ Chapter Sixteen ♠

♠ Chapter Sixteen ♠

Ace:

Naningkit kaagad ang mga mata ko—anong sinabi niya? "Hindi mo ba nabasa ang resignation letter ko, Drew? Ayoko ko na," Malamig kong sabi sa kaniya ngayon habang kinuha pabalik ang menu. Mukhang hindi naman siya o-order!

"Marami pa akong trabaho," Pero maliksi niyang pinigilan ang isang braso ko sabay tayo.

"Just for f**cking one day, Ace. And that's it—we can peacefully separate. I'll make sure, we'll work on our annulment after weeks or so," Tinabig ko ang kamay niya. Isang araw lang? Para sa kasal? Tss! Wala na bang ibang babaeng sa mundo?

"Paano yung mga documents sa kasal--?"

"All are ready and set, signature mo nalang ang kulang para bukas." Napabuga nalang ako ng hangin—kita mo? Hindi pa nga ako umu-o, eh, ready, set, and go na talaga lahat para sa planong kasal.

"Okay—"

"Ace! S-Si boss Ong!" Tawag sa'kin ni Tricia habang parang nanginginig sa takot. Napatakbo kong sinundan ito sa opisina ni Mr. Ong—nandun na din ang umiiyak si Manager Tommy.

"A-Ace, bigla nalang siyang nangisay.." Ika niya. Nakapatong ang ulo ni Mr. Ong sa mesa nito habang sa sahig ay ang basag na mug nito.

"Tatawag ako ng ambulance—" Sabi ko.

"Tumawag na ako!" Hysterical ngayon ang baklang manager habang palakad-lakad sa loob. Mabuti si Mr. Ong dito kaya siya emosyonal.

Tumunog ang cellphone ko. Nagtungo ako sa loob ng employee's comfort room. Dun ko ito sinagot.

"Well done, Ace." Puri sa'kin ng nasa kabilang linya. The way he sounds—Mr. Ong's death satisfied him. "But that doesn't mean, Alessandro Dela Verde is out in queue—" Marahas akong napabuga ng hangin. Nagawa ko na ngang patayin si Mr. Ong kapalit ng pag-ayaw ko sa pinaka-main target ko.

That's to eliminate Allesandro Dela Verde, aka Drew as he named himself to cover up his mission.

"Look, Wilson, I need more proofs of him—unlike Mr. Ong, I had proven his alliance in a big syndicate." Kaya nga nag-resign ako—I dig nothing about that guy! Aside sa mahirap din siyang isahan—coz he seemed knew what he was doing and he's very vigilant.

"Then go back and bring proofs of him. Remember, she's your first target in this mission that took years, Ace!" Damn it!

Pinatayan na rin niya ako ng phone. Sumakit lalo ang ulo ko! Pinihit ko ang knob and went out—he was standing right outside the door!

"D-Drew, ba't ka nandito?" Did he heard everthing? Kumunot ang noo nito saka ibinigay sa'kin ang jacket ko habang nasa balikat niya ang backpack ko. Ba't nasa kaniya 'to?

"Let's go, this place is not safe for you." A-Ano? He grabbed my left hand and dragged me out. Malalaki ang hakbang nito habang nakasunod ako sa kaniya at nakatitig sa likuran niya. He wore this black leather jacket saka niya binuksan ang pintoan ng kotse niya. I woke up from my senses!

"Drew, hindi pa ako nakapagpaalam sa manager—"

"I already did. Get in." Tss! Ngayon pa talagang namatay si Mr. Ong—what if they'd speculate? But maybe not, I seamlessly done my job and deleted some angels of those cctv footages na nasa club.

Saktong andar ng kotse nito nang dumating ang ambulance sa labas. I glanced at the car's side mirror. Wala naman siguro siyang narinig kanina habang nasa comfort room ako.

***

"Kaninong flat ito? Sayo?" Well, obviously, andami niyang mga pagmamay-ari. I memorized every owned houses of him—lahat ng nasa profile niya two years ago, na-memorized ko na.

"Obviously, I wouldn't bring you in here if this ain't mine. Dito ka muna matulog, tomorrow, babyahe tayo." He took off his cap and put it on the rack. Sakai to nagtungo sa bandang kusina. Sa labas ko lang nakikita ang flat niya—I always wondered the interior and all—I was right, maganda ang kabuoan dito.

"Kukunin ko muna ang gamit ko sa bahay,"

"That's already being taken care of," What does he mean by that? He opened the fridge and took out some meat. "I told my butler to get your personal things there," I annoyingly expelled an air. This guy was clearly manipulating me, again.

"Alam niya ba kung saan kukunin ang mga underwears ko? Kung saan ko sinampay ang mga bra at panty ko?" He stared at me with warning. Why? Those eyes again.. I never knew my plan for two years worked finally—that I abruptly aborted!

"We'll buy you new ones tomorrow." The he cleared his throat. He seemed uncomfortable of what we were discussing at the moment. Ha-ha! Pero really, hindi nakakatawa. Dadaanan pa rin namin ang bahay ko bukas. I should have my things properly checked.

Naupo sa sofa and crossed my arms. Think, Ace! Alessandro dela Verde is no ordinary man—certainly not an easy one to handle and fool.

"I got new shirts on my closet, go get yourself some proper clothes." Ha? Napatingin ako sa legs ko, since I was wearing this mini skirt which is uniform ko siya sa club—kita ang kalahati ng hita ko. Did I distract his eyes, again?

Tumayo ako. Why not? Ang init na rin sa katawan. I had finished a job earlier in a matter of time—napuno ako ng pawis deleting those cctv angles.

"Pagamit na rin ng shower, ha?" Saka ako pumasok sa kwarto nito. It was obvious na hindi siya parating nagpupunta rito, bed and sheets were all clean and neat. Well maintained kahit wala siya.

***

Alessandro:

I took off my jacket and started cooking dinner. Wala na rin akong panahon para bumili pa sa labas—all I thought was to drive straight in my flat and bring her safe here.

Her boss was definitely murdered. I immediately followed her and checked the room where there was a commotion. Basag ang baso na nasa sahig. He drank something, toxic and fatal, enough to shut his life.

My phone rang. I knew it was Ija. I sent him a message at tungkol sa nangyari sa club kanina—I thought he could found something about Mr. Ong's identity.

"Yeah? Found something?" I asked. I made rib steak. Mabuti nalang nakapag-grocery ang caretaker ng flat.

"Mr. Chi Ong, may-ari ng Z Club, isang high profile drug dealer. Ginagawa niyang baracade ang club niya." Damn right. He was clearly murdered due to that. "He was courting Ace since she first worked in there," Natigil ako sa pagluto. And so? I had known, Ace got a lot of extra jobs for she could pay her expenses.

"Sa dami ng bodyguard niya, walang nakakita kung sino ang may gawa?" That was my question. Impossible. To whomever did the killing—that person was no ordinary.

"And how the other angles of cctv footages were effortlessly deleted that fast? Ace Montereal is extra hot and dangerous, I must conclude." W-What? I glanced at the door where she went in. I exactly got what Ija meant here!

"You sure about this, Ija?" My jaw clenched.

"Watch her back, Al. You don't believe in coincidence, right? Wait for further infos, bro—I'll keep you an update." Then I turned off my phone. F**k, what was that? And hell yes, I don't believe in mere coincidence—everything must be planned. Saka bumukas ang pinto at lumabas siya, now wearing my white shirt. Who the hell are you, Ace Montereal?