Outsider - Book Two

Chapter 12

She had ditched the white sedan and was eating some Wendys. The warm chicken made her so happy. She honestly couldn't even remember the last time she ate, maybe it hadn't even been for a day or two.
She truly had no idea.

She had sent Fitzerton's phone through the mail to Joon.

She met Joon when she was just a little kid, they were the same age. Her mother was in the acquaintance of a small Chinese gang that Joon's father was a part of. They mostly stole and sold shit in New York.
Joon had always had a fascination with computers and he was an amazing hacker. He could find anything about anyone, including government agents.
He was arrested at age eighteen and served five years. But Joon would never cool off, he was too good at what he did and the only reason he got caught was because he miss-typed the code and put himself in the wrong code or something. Cece didn't understand any of it.

A mistake he has now learned to perfection.

When she started doing hits she brought Joon in with her, so she could get more information on her targets. Like their address or schedules. He was her closest friend, someone she trusted with her life.

She finished off the food and wiped her mouth, getting up and dumping the trash in the bin.

She really did need a new phone though.

She walked down the street, the cold air brushing against the back of her leather jacket. The wind picked up under her pink hair and tickled her neck but she didn't mind it. It was soft and comforting.

She found the nearest store that sold phones and walked in.

'Hey! How can I help you today?' The chirpy lady with a white polo spoke as she entered the door.
'I'm fine.' Cece responded plainly. She didn't need shit from this girl. Cece walked past her completely. She looked down at the phone on display, picking up a few and playing around with them.

Her last phone hadn't cost her much and Cece had a bit of money in her savings.

Finally, she found one she liked. She walked back over to the slightly annoying lady.

'I wanna get this one.' She pointed. The lady had quietened down a bit and maybe that was because of Cece's abrupt rudeness but she didn't really care. The lady served her, asking her if she wanted anything extra but she was met with complete silence.

She almost felt bad for the girl, but considering she had murdered someone earlier she didn't think much more about it.

She walked out, quickly setting up her new phone, and headed back to the hotel.

When she entered the room she was met with anger and confusion. There, standing in the living room. With a beer in hand.

Ezra Ramos.

'What is he doing here?' She questioned Giovanni. 'Finally, you're back. Took your time!' Ezra waved her in further. She was vigilant, not making any steps closer than she had to.

'It's a shame you changed clothes, I liked the other ones you had on earlier.' Ezra smirked. She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
'I got your text. I'm guessing you didn't just leave a message to me on his phone?!' He asked.
'Everything is wiped and when I mean everything... I mean EVERYTHING.' She assured the paranoid asshole.

'Great!' He smiled, taking a large sip of his drink.

'What is he doing here?' She asked again.
'He is here to celebrate.' Giovanni finally answered. 'Celebrate what?'

'Due to the only thing you haven't fucked up, I have decided to go in on that business opportunity here with your boss.' He explained. At least she hadn't killed a guy for nothing.