Jack Of All Trades | COMPLETED

Chapter 09

Agad na umaksyon ang mga bodyguards ni Loki para hanapin ang boss nila habang naiwan ako sa hallway na kaharap ang nagpanggap na si Loki.

Nakatungo lamang siya, iniiwasan ang tingin ko. He doesn't look like he's a fighter so it's a wonder why they chose him.

If they're going to kidnap one of the members of the biggest mafia in Italy, they should've hired someone to replace him who resonates the same sense of power Loki resonates. This lanky man looks like a Walmart version of who he's trying to impersonate.

"Where is he?" kalmado kong tanong ngunit sinusubukan talaga niya ang pasensiya ko.

Hindi siya umimik. Tangina, ang dami niyang sinasabi sa stage kanina tapos bigla siyang mawawalan ng boses ngayon? 

In a desperate attempt, I pulled the collar of the fake Ralph Lauren suit he was wearing before I dragged him to the nearest room.

Tiningnan ako ni Leo, isa sa mga bodyguard ni Loki, ngunit tinanguan lang niya ako bago siya tumayo sa harapan ng pinto kung saan ko hinahatak ang lalaki. He stood guard as I did what torture lessons taught me.

Once we got inside, I let him go and he stumbled to the floor. Para siyang tuta ngayon na inaapi habang nakahalumpasay siya sa sahig. Aaminin ko, he has so many similarities to Loki that I even got confused for a second. Pareho silang ash blonde ang buhok, pati na rin ang face structure. The only difference between them were their eyes.

Loki's eyes are sea-blue habang yung lalaki na kaharap ko ngayon ay hazel brown, just like mine.

"I'm going to repeat my question and if you don't answer right away, I will blow your brains," banta ko.

I'm not even joking. I'm just that desperate.

Every second without Loki adds to the probability that he might be dead. Ayaw ko naman na mamamatay siya na hindi ako yung rason. Malaki pa naman 'yung makukuha ko kapag makumpleto ko ang misyon ko sa kaniya.

"Where is he?" I took a couple of steps forward and he immediately scrambled back.

Nanginginig siya habang paubos nang paubos na ang pasensiya ko. Nearly an hour has passed without Loki... and it takes less than a minute to kill someone.

"For God's sake, where is he?!"

This time, my voice grew louder. Running out of patience, I got my gun out of my thigh holster before pointing it at him.

The man immediately went to his knees, begging me in Italian. I walked closer to him until the end of my gun was on his forehead. Napapikit siya sa takot at agad siyang tumahimik mula sa pagmamakaawa niya kanina.

There's no mercy that will save him. Wala na 'ko nun. Kung gusto pa niyang mabuhay, magsalita na siya sa lengguwahe na naiintindihan ko.

"Please..." he whimpered. "Spare me."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know–"

I rammed the hilt of my gun on the top of his head and he immediately screamed in agony. He stumbled back on his ankles, rubbing the part where I hit him.

Napabuntong-hininga ako nang lumayo siya sa'kin. I turned my back against him to gather my thoughts until an idea popped into my mind.

Isa-isa ko na nilabas ang mga bala sa revolver ko hanggang sa isa na lang ang naiwan. I glanced at the man again but he was already sitting against a wall, nervously anticipating for my next move.

Nilagay ko sa bulsa ng gown ko ang nilabas ko na mga bala atsaka mariin na hinawakan ang baril. When we were face to face again, I rotated the cylinder before snapping it back to place.