THE VELVET KILLERS III

(8) ONE DEATH IN ONE CHAPTER? HOLD MY BEER.

AITANA

A body lies in the middle of the VIP room, on the cold floor, with her blood still flowing out of her body. 

"Well... that was unexpected..." Ona ironically lets out, confused.

Remaining silent, I rush down the stairs, kneel before the body and grab the piece of paper that was carefully set onto Danielle Van de Donk's mouth. I unfold it carefully, before my blood runs cold.

STOP GETTING IN MY WAY - M.

Trying to remain as calm as possible, I slowly get up, while Christen and Rosella had also entered the room and were under some kind of shock. 

I look up at the three of them, before saying:

"Mapi. She did this."

"Motherfuck-" Rosella starts, but I did not have the time for this. 

"Today, I want none of you around TVK, at all: Rosella, go back to the Lehmann's and keep on with the mission ; Christen, start your researches from the store ; Ona, just... will you take care of her, please? The last thing we need is someone from MI6 coming here and finding yet another reason to threaten us."

"Got it, boss."

As the girls start walking away - well, all of them except for Ona, who is staring at the body with the hope of a bright idea to get rid of it - I just cross my arms against my chest and sigh. 

Quite irritated, I just blurt out:

"I don't get it - why would she kill a cop ? Especially after Crnogorcevic threatened us..."

Ona sigh: indeed, it didn't seem to make much sense to her either - killing an MI6 agent not only will break her sister's trust, and will get even more unwanted attention on TVK...

The brunette shrugs. 

"Maybe she wants us to be under the spotlight?" the brunette lets out, frowning. 

"But killing her sister's colleague...? Like, should we warn Putellas?" I ask, completely lost. 

Ona shrugs once again.

"You're the boss: I know you'll make the right decision in the end. But if I was Putellas, I'd rather know if one of my colleague died because of my sister."

I nod.

"Or maybe..." I start, thoughtful, "... Mapi killed Daan for whatever reason..."

"Why would she risk it all? The police know she's in London and is looking for her actively already, this will only make them shoot her when they do find her..." Ona says, visibly not understanding much more than I do. 

I sigh. 

"Fucking Mapi - can't she just call like anybody else?" I ask, out of my nerves.

When Ona realises I was indeed serious - my break down had more to do with my failing mental health than being mad at our former sister, honestly - she immediately lets go of her bitchy attitude and gets closer to me. I very rarely have meltdowns, but right now the tears were falling from my eyes because of the pressure I was under. 

Without thinking twice, Ona wraps her arms around me and hugs me tight, leaving me no chance to get away from the embrace. As my stomach is invaded with butterflies, I just start crying harder, while Ona just whispers comforting words such as 'I am here' and 'it's gonna be okay, you're gonna figure it out' into my ear. 

After a long moment, I just rely my head on her shoulder, while my hands are on her back, and my eyes closed. 

"Gracias a Dios que estás aquí..." I whisper, setting my jaw. (English: Thank God you're here...)