The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 4 The spilled secret

"Luther King?" I confirmed,

"Yes sir,"

"He deposited ten million to his wife," I tap my fingers on the table. "Do you know why?"

"Not yet sir but sources tell us that he hasn't been home for five weeks now."

He went underground. 

My hands played with the little snow globe drawing circles on its glassy oval surface. If I am correct, the initials LK that Olivia left at Marshall Smith's house decode the name of her next target. 

I doubted him but my gut was telling me it was Leona Keller. There are two people with the LK initials on the committee but seeing the sudden fund transfer from Luther tells me otherwise. 

I need to monitor both of them. Luther might be underground but it wouldn't take much time for Olivia to locate him. I know this because she dug Kevin Bourad, the first victim and most cunning member of the board, in less than twenty-four hours after he went MIA. 

Nobody could locate him but the impossible was done by her. I'd say it made me proud but Luther unlike others is a bit dangerous. He knows he is a target and there's a chance he might have prepared caution for himself. 

Mi Zorro, Olivia no doubt is a rebel but I won't take chances with this one. Her three previous targets were doable. They weren't threatening in terms of physical but Luther. He is unpredictable. Even though he has a fractured knee thanks to his overridden mouth who doesn't know when to shut up, I shot him at the board meeting a few weeks ago. 

He might be on bed rest but as far as I know, he's been recovering. He can walk obviously, I shot him only to remind him of his place. There was no damage, just a few stitches, and a plaster was put on his left leg. 

The last time I met him was five weeks ago at the board meeting. Now, if he went underground within the time frame of the meeting and now there might be only three places where he could've gone. 

He can't fly out of the country since he is on a no-fly list for two more months. He wouldn't bank his stay in New York since it's the basic place where he could get caught. Now the tally is between Nebraska and Indiana. 

He has to be in either of the places. He has six warehouses there that only I am aware of. He thought he could be slick in hiding them but he's forgetting one thing. I am Asher Hill and all my work is done thoroughly like licking every drop of an empty martini glass with my tongue. Spotless. 

That night I made Luca and Roco find out about Luther's whereabouts. I need to find that motherfucker soon before Mi Zorro. She might be good at assassination but for cunning bastards like him, she needs to be alert and I am just going to find out what he has been planning behind the scenes to tackle Mi Zorro.

The next day when I returned to my office the files of Luther were on the table. I didn't waste time and checked them out as quickly as possible, not leaving any dent in the information. 

By the time, I recognized the pieces of his MIA puzzle, I had found out his location, son of a bitch is in Seattle. The last place he should've been. 

I called Luca and asked him to contact Calvin. He's the pilot of my private jet. Seattle isn't far from here. Just a three-hour flight but my jet can make it in two. 

A little breath of oxygen that I have been holding since yesterday covers me. I can get to Luther before Mi Zorro and that meant I have to kill him myself. If that doesn't rile up my sweetheart I don't know what will. 

It's been fun playing with her in the shadows. Ever since the fake divorce which she thinks is real, I've been keeping a keen eye on her. She may not know this but my possessiveness and obsession with her has turned my dick stone cold. It's hard and only she can numb the pain. 

Every time she leaves a dirty message to me, threatening words with blood draped over it like drops of gravy, my dick tightens. My sizeable pants suddenly seemed too small for me and god help me if I hadn't jacked my shaft every time her black hair came in front of my face.

 I've been dying to see her. It's been five years since our nameless marriage and not once after the court have I seen her. I want to know how her womanhood has enveloped her. Is she the same maiden as I remember her? Our marriage may not be normal like others but if I had a chance to do it again, there would be no one but her standing beside me for real in the church. 

I stroke the snow globe again with my thumb, the burning flame of our rings inside the floating device jumps my nerves with a reminder that those who brought her to me are also the ones to push her to this path, and for that, I won't forgive anyone. 

The contract marriage may be a sick political game for eight people but the moment they tied me and Mi Zorro together, I knew the world would ignite from now. 

They relished our marriage but now the tables have turned and I have no reason to back down. Mi Zorro will continue her path of revenge, and I will continue my path of making her mine. Despite the bullshit lies she's heard and known about me. 

Starting with, we never got a divorce.