" Hazel Wilma Sanders, born twenty-third September nineteen ninety-eight, so she must be around twenty-four" I questioned looking towards Roland who nodded his head chugging the beer.
" and I am twenty-five so..." I calculated mentally " we would make a perfect pair " I whispered to myself.
" brown eyes beautiful, brown hair pretty hmmm five feet two inches perfect, a professor, lived in Seattle shifted to Florida two years ago, good everything working in my benefit till now"
" Boss! " Ricardo called signaling towards the pizza in his hand. I moved forward taking a piece of it placing the file down. I held my gun pointing towards the man kneeling in front of me his face covered in blood, his one eye shut because it was bruised, the blood dripping from his hand and feet covering the floor. I smirked looking at the fear in his eyes.
" Gosh, he's so boring, it's like watching a fan rotate. " Roland said frustratedly unbuttoning the first button of his plaid shirt.
" let's just get over with him," Riccardo said leaning against the table.
" But if we kill him, who is going to save lives," I said walking towards him, while he started moving back with his bloodied knees.
" he's just a pathetic excuse for a doctor, I could do a better job than him," Roland said walking next to me.
" so doc my men are so determined to kill you, I'll give you one chance to save yourself," I said sitting on the couch my head leaning against the backend of it, my hands resting in my black trench coat.
" hmm...huh I...ghb..." he whimpered.
" verbs doc actually verbs," I said closing my eyes.
" I am sorry for not treating your men sir.." I signaled with my gun for him to keep going.
" Please let me live " he cried.
" I like begging, going on the right track doc," I said encouragingly.
" oh, you are so kind and good..." I stood up pointing the gun right at his head.
" I hate the word good," I said tilting my head I shot him, his blood smearing everywhere, I took the beer placed on the table walking out.
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" Boss the meeting is set today for around one in the afternoon " Roland announced walking into my office looking at his iPad.
I nodded my head sipping my coffee.
" How is the shoot going on ?" I questioned, looking towards him.
" it's going well, it hasn't started yet the photographer is still setting up, it will probably take some time...."
We stopped talking as we heard a loud crash and yelling.
Roland ran in the direction of the sound.
I sighed following him, everyone was standing in front of the lounge where the shoot was going on.
Looking at me they made way.
As I moved closer I could see the photographer yelling at a familiar brown hair and stature.
Roland looked at me his expression immediately changing into fear trying to make the photographer shut his mouth.
" How can anyone be so fucking dumb? Don't you have eyes..." he yelled at her.
" Mr. Pablo I think it would be in your best interest to stay quiet," Roland said looking at me, making me suspicious.
I moved forward " what's going on ?" I questioned.
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" Bitter Truth ".
RomanceThe smile on his face, misleading. The innocence in his eyes makes you believe something that's not true. His laughter makes the brave hearts tremble. He was termed to be innocently cruel. He isn't your typical mafia. He is 'Austin Wilker.' ©️ Copy...
