M I S T R E S S – M A R Y
I aimed the gun at the target and made three consecutive shots. Pulido. I smirked at the perfect aims yet unsatisfied. Nothing can satisfy me unless someone's bleeding to death. I removed the bullet-vest I'm wearing and toss it to the table in front.
Nilapag ko ang mga baril na ginamit ko at kinuha ang mobile pad na binigay sa akin sa isa sa mga tauhan. Binasa ko ang mga laman nito and finally a little satisfied with the news circulating about the entrances of the Xaverios in this place again.
No one would doubt for our homecoming since this was a memorable place for all of us, lalong-lalo na sa mga taong nakakakilala sa pamilya namin at sa mga nangyari noon. Iisipin lang ng mga tao na nagbalik kami for a reminiscing, and looking at these different articles my guess is right.
"What sets you in the mood? Kanina pa kita napapansin na natatawa sa mga tinitingnan mo." I removed the headphone I'm wearing and toss the mobile pad to him.
"Those are the remnants of that night's show. As expected, I raised the media's worth tenfold today." I answered him. I took my time cleaning the guns caliber in front.
I cocked one loaded gun at pumwesto. From the standee ay nilakbay ko ang aking paningin sa mga tauhan ko hanggang sa huminto ito sa taong naka-upo ilang metro ang layo sa kinakatayuan ko. I aimed the gun's tip at Siccario, my father, sensing no reaction from him; I shot tow standee near him.
"I heard you have a new mission." Ang sabi niya.
Tiningnan ko siya at tinaasan ng kilay. Kailan pa siya nagka-interes sa mga ginagawa ko? As far as I'm concerned, he doesn't give a fuck at what I do.
"Nothing much, may sisirain lang ako."
Sensing my divided attention, hindi na siya nagsalita pa bagkus ay pinanood akong kalibitin ang gatilyo hanggang sa maubos ang laman ng bala.
"I've heard that our investors are now questioning sa kung sino ang papalit sa'yo sa pwesto?" I asked.
My family is not the typical family. Hindi kami yung tipo na nag-uusap patungkol sa mga isyu ng lipunan. Kung magtitipon man kami ay dahil yun sa dalawang pwedeng rason: may aangat sa buhay o may ililibing sa hukay.
Fact, I'm not the type to sit on an office and signing documents. Mas gusto ko ang nasa field, killing, and shooting. I'm that type of woman. In short, I love trekking into Satan's path.
"Your brother, Nhaze, will take care of it." Tumango ako at iniwan siya doon. I walked closer to one of the maids and drink a glass full of water she's holding.
"Nakahanda na po ang umagahan ninyo, mistress."
"I will go there now." Yumukod ang kasambahay at umalis.
The breakfast was made up so I ate what was prepared, took a bath, wore the brooch and the family seal and drove away to my next destination, Cevor's mansion. I don't need guards unlike my brother na kailangan secure palagi. As for me, my guards are simply blending with other people. Lalabas lang sila kapag kinakailangan.
After that shooting event in the cemetery the past weeks and after sending my brother's regard to our enemies, wala pa kaming natatanggap na balitang may pina-plano ang kabilang organisasyon.
As soon as I reached my destination, I can't help but to smirk as reporters and media swarms outside my brother's territory. I know they want details. I rolled the window down, enough for them to notice me.
"Miss Xaverio!"
"Miss Gwen! Can we ask you some questions for a moment?!"
"Sure!" I answered at lumabas sa sasakyan.
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