In love with his own killer

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Chapter 25
Treasure's POV:

"Spanish friend, open up." I banged on his door for the 3rd time.

"What?" He aggressively swung the door open, revealing him in his robe as if he just woke up.

"We need your help for tonight." He rolled his eyes before walking away from the door, leaving it open. We took that as an opportunity to walk into the house.

"What do you need?" He asked, making coffee in his kitchen.

"Truth Serum." I said bluntly not beating around the bush. He whipped his whole body facing our way not believing the shit that just came out of my mouth.

"I know friend, I had the same reaction." Liz said, leaning against the counter shaking her head in disapproval.

"What the fuck do you need truth serum for?"

"What else do you use it for?"

"There's no way you're going to drug people at this charity tonight. No way." He went back to making his coffee while shaking his head.

"We have to, it's literally the only way to get meaningful information." I get it, it's fucking crazy but if not this then we're not gonna go nowhere with this mission. I'm tryna finish this shit, not prolong it longer than it already is.

"I said I'll talk around and y'all will sit there and look pretty, people will come to you and you find your way in. I thought that was the original plan."

"We're still gonna do that but anyone close to the Romano's will not say anything about them just because we sat there looking pretty batting our eyes." Liz backed me up.

"And how're you going to slip the serum in?" He does have a point but thankfully I already thought of that.

"I have a plan for that. I need one of your women to be a bartender and slip the serum in the drinks."

"What women?"

"You don't have women working for you?"

"No."

"And why not?"

"Because I haven't met any women that'll be able to fill a spot." Or he's just sexist, and like every other man in this generation who still doesn't believe women will be able to do "their" kind of work. "I actually might have someone to do the job but this is too risky." He took a sip from his hot fresh coffee. So rude, didn't even ask his guests if we wanted some.

"Look, we'd bring them to the bar, we flirt, they're charmed, they buy us a drink, we cheers, they drink it, we ask them questions and don't leave their sight until it wears off. How long does your serum last?"

"8 minutes."He crossed his arms.

"That's all we need. Are you positive it's only 8 minutes?" Liz questioned, going into his kitchen opening cabinets trying to find what I'm guessing is a mug.

"Wanna test it out? And why are you in my kitchen?"

" How you gonna make coffee and not offer it to your guests?"

"Because I did not willingly ask you to come over to my house so I very much do not care if you want coffee."

"Rude." Even though he declined he still turned around and grabbed a bug from the cabinet behind him, handing it to her. He knows he likes us.

"But yea can we try it, the serum?" He nodded his head before moving his head to suggest to follow him. He came out of the kitchen as he made his way into a room i'm not sure what it's called but it looks like a normal room that's similar to a living room where it has a big tv front and center before looking towards the side of the room that we're decorated with rewards that i'm guessing from his wife and kids. Smart family. Couches and bean bags cover the floor in front of the tv.