⚠️disclaimer: Blood, Vulgar language, Death etc ⚠️
⚠️disclaimer: Blood, Vulgar language, Death etc ⚠️
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Carmen became an international crime lord after her father passed away. She's been successfully pulling all of the str...
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Sage's pov
"Now walk over to the nearest seating area."Carmen used the earpiece to talk. she hooked a tiny camera to my sweater so she could see. I have never done anything close to this.
As though I didn't exist, people were rushing and strolling past me. Having someone like me do this, I suppose she knew what she was doing. Don't get me wrong, I could get myself recognized if I wanted to. Naturally, though, you wouldn't notice me. And that's fine with me.
I started sniffing a few tears falling down my face quietly, or so I thought.
"Are you fucking crying?" Carmen whispered. "Get your shit together—"
"You kidnapped me, and now I'm being forced to kill a bunch of people. You gave me no time to get it together." I whispered back.
All in a span of a few hours, I'm planting a bomb for an international crime lord with a fucking hangover.
"Just sit the suitcase down and walk off like you're going to the bathroom but come out to the car." Her words are commands.
Calmly, I set the case down and walked away. I was taken aback that no one had noticed my unusual behavior; instead, they greeted me with a pleasant gesture as they continued reading.
