23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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I sat in my couch eating my cereal when I thought of the previous night and the fight I had with that Fatima bitch. I flinched when I thought of her and her stinky attitude. She was so full of herself as if she was some Queen Isis. I had to teach her a lesson. A lesson she'd never forget for the rest of her life. She had to know that nobody and I mean nobody dared to get in my bad books.
Without further ado, I took my phone and called my most trusted private investigator, Louis. It rang twice and he picked.
"Good morning, boss."
"Louis, I have a job for you."
"Anything boss."
"A certain Fatima, she was in my club last night. I want to know everything about her.
"Okay boss. Can you describe her for me?"
"You know, hot brunette, short, and round face, I don't know, just call Brandon, he'll describe her."
"Sure boss. Fatima right?" He asked.
"Yes, Fatima, she has a sister, Lisa." I told him.
"No problem, boss. I'll get on it right now."
"Good." I hung up and continued with my cereal.
I went to the kitchen and put the bowl in the sink then I went upstairs to my bedroom to freshen. I undressed and took a shower, a hot shower. I let the hot water pour down on me while I tried to block out the Fatima bitch out of my mind.
After some minutes, I came out with a towel around my waist. I lotioned and put on some clothes. I wore a white t-shirt, black jeans and white sneakers with white socks. I wasn't the suit type of guy. I liked to be casual. I was allergic to suits. I got ready and took my car keys and headed downstairs. My phone biped and I checked it. It was my father asking to meet me later, I ignored it.
"Mira, I'll be back a bit later so don't wait for me." I told my maid.
"Yes, Mr Caruso." She replied and I made my out of the house heading to the parking lot. I got in my car and drove out. Next, the mafia warehouse.
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