Pleasing

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MARCEL POV

"That's not — shit Marcel. You're dumb." Jazmine groans throwing the papers down. "I'm sorry! Damn." I stand up as well, done with this "activity."

  "No- okay just- sit down. Please." She sighs calming down and I do. I tap the pen on the inside of my palm looking around.

I stare at the scrambled letter for Jennifer. "She can only give if you give. Write a roughed draft." Jazmine smiles. "I'll write one to... zenday." She sits more up grabbing a pen and I sigh.

Inside out by Ravyn Lenae

What is with her soft music? Jesus Jazmine...

But, the music was helping me get in the mood of telling Jennifer more about my mother than I was... hoping.

  I was 2 pages in and I shut the notebook seeing a sleeping Jazmine. She had half a page and I sigh.

Dear Jennifer,

I know writing a letter to you is one of the many last things you think I would do. But....

I crumble all of the failed papers and throw my head back. Vinzel comes in and rubs his hands together. "Micheal is hosting a gathering... tonight at 7pm at the White Rock Hotel." And I sit more up already needing more. "Why?" I hiss and he sighs. "He took over one the shipments of your- his crates." Vinzel breathes in and I groan, holding in my anger so Jazmine doesn't wake up.

"Mask related so we are in." He smirks and I couldn't help but do so as well. "Je le tue ce soir." I say as a statement. "No holding back. I don't care." I growl walking past him to get everything set.
( I'm killing him tonight )

"Amanuel, get the 4 masks and pack the car. Tavante, get the map of the hotel, get the listing of people. Vin, get the security system, yes?" I say as they all still were standing there and they all nod before getting the computers.

I was quick to call one of my Allie's. Claries monseuir. I call her and she hums. "Remember Micheal..." I hint and she stops all movement. "I'm in." She says and I chuckle ready to get shit rolling again. "Parfait." I smirk.

( perfect )

3 hours later

"Who's the hot lady?" Scott asks and I roll my eyes, have her. Although, she's married. "Scottie, dude. She's married." Vinzel shrugs as Monseuir wiggles her hand with the ring. I chuckle before unhooking my arm from her arm as well. "Comment... dégoûtant." Her lips showing distaste at Scott's manners. "Est-ce que tous les hommes américains sont comme ça ?" She asks looking at the 2 French men. "Oui." Vinny smirks and I couldn't help but chuckle. Ahh.

( how... disgusting ) ( is all American men like this? )

This married lady women was only into the finest, fittest, best anything. She was already great at distraction.

We walk around mingling with the other guests. Everything was ready now I just had to wait until I found this Micheal. Greed was rushing through me. Waves of intense emotions. I was growing impatient until Tavante starts speaking to me in my ear. "To your left." And I smirk at the spotting.

Monseuir was rubbing his shoulder and forearm squeezing it softly as they chatted. I smirked at the tactic. Women seduction has never worked. Except once but after... never. "Do you know Marcel?" Claries asks softly and he stiffens. "Yeah, why?" He asks and she pours. "He says he doesn't like you." She shrugs and I bite my lip.

She sees me and quickly walks away.

I walk up to him and he stills already knowing who I was. "Let's chat, shall we?" I tilt my head and he nods. Micheal shows me to a back room and I smirk at the knowing he would bring me here. I got one of the hundred guests to stick a camera in the bamboo plant to the door on my left.

He sits down and sighs taking the mask off. "How's it going?" He asks and I chuckle dryly. I hated this guy. "Texas fun for you?" I ask tilting my head and he looks away. "Texas?" He asks and I nod taunting him. I flip the knife in my hand as I simply balance it in my finger. "Having his shipments must be a nice feeling. I know people that I'm sure would not like that. I know I didn't like hearing that. His shit is mine now." I tell him.

I don't have to. He'll be dead anyways but, it would be good to clear that up. "Shit- my...my bad- call the orders to go to my location. You know where that is." I order and he raises his eyebrows. "Now." I say stepping closer and he quickly dials a number. I smile at the satisfaction.

   Tavante checks in silently and I hum. "Done- see?" Micheal breathes out with fear. This sonofabitch was a pathetic man. All talk. Never fight. He is annoying. I walk closer to his chair and sigh. "What is Zayn planning, kid?" I ask leaning closer and he gulps. "He- you get one chance. I'm not waiting." I hiss. It's been 5 hours in this stupid building.

"Jennifer. She- he saw her and... wants her. He knows her background- he knows- he knows she's yours. You know Zayn." He laughs softly at the end and I don't laugh. Not a muscle is moved in my body. "Okay. That's all I know." Micheal huffs out and I tilt my head before shoving the knife in his skull. He was holding back.

I search his desk for the files I've been needing. Jennifer, Zenday, Kendra.

My hand was about to press against the handle until I spotted the name. Carmen. Status: alive.

I grabbed it and was about to shred it. Shred everything.

Vinzel and everyone was right behind me as I walk out the building. Fuck fuck fuck! "Monseuir it was nice seeing you again." I say before parting away, her glittery dress flowing by the wind.

  Before we get back to the warehouse to deal with Finley, again. I looked over the files quickly making sure they weren't fake. Why? Why would he have them. Why does he have Kendra? It didn't make sense.

Once we got back to the warehouse I demanded Vinzel to lock the files up before I check them out fully and he nods.

Tavante comes with me to the groaning Finley on the broken mattress. His rib cage fractured as well as his spine. "Poor Micheal had to have his funeral early. You know... if Micheal knew about Jennifer's mother why is Zayn in California? Hm?" I ask and he sighs knowing there was no escape. "Zayn... is locking her up for answers. He's going to use her to get Jennifer in." Finley explains and I nod.

That's all I needed.

For the second time tonight. In the last hour. Another knife is placed in another persons skull.