The light in my darkness ✅

🌕CHAPTER 34🌑

Third person's point of view

In an expensive office, four men stood in black business suits; their back turned to the door. One of them stoop down and on to the floor lay a lifeless body. The president's.

"He's a goner," That deep voice said. His pointer and middle finger against the president's pulse; turning his neck to the side, the dead man eyes stare straight into his with a blank look.
He closes his eyes with his palm.

Exclamation of shocking by the confirmation; erupted among the others: hands ruffled hair, necktie been pulled loose, deep breaths were taken and then finally the man that has stooped rise to his feet and stare at them. Caroline's brother; he goes by the name Dave.

He feels not a ounce of pity for the dead man at his feet. This is the mafia, sometimes people live sometimes they die. This is the second death since the year started. One of these motherfuckers keep fucking up his plans.  He stoop again and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wipe away his finger prints from the president's cheek and neck.

He got up again and throw daggers from his eyes at the mess of a men Infront of him. One of them might as well let loose shit in one's pants.

"Lets face it, we are not detectives, we don't lift prints , do lab analysis, we can't compete, forget the detective crap and take a look at this from an angle. The real street life we know better than anyone, form a picture, fucking fix this and let's get the fuck out of here."

They stare at him as if he had grown extra head.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He asked through grit teeth.

"People could come in any fucking minute!" He whispered a shout and ran across the room to a close curtain. He peeped outside at the over look of the city.

He hate to see his men looks so weak.

"Fucking put him to sleep, in a sleeping position. Do something!"

They all hurriedly put on gloves and lift
Man from the ground, put him behind his desk and set him in a sleeping position.

They were  supposed to sorround him,  syringe him and search his office for a specific file. One of the idiots had picked up the wrong syringe.

They couldn't tell what kind of juice was in it because he had a  fix and went still.

Dave was near loosing his cool, when he saw this and he wanted so much to knock them upside their heads.

So after the three as faked the president's sleeping, that anxiously fix the mess. One of them gathered the syringe from the floor and put it in his inside Pocket.

Dave gathered the file they got their under cover in the First place. He desperately wanted to get out of there and shout at these nincompoops, plus he really wants to change out of this suit, its starting to feel as if it's scratching him.

The problem was how to bait the people outside; make them not suspect them of anything.

"What we got to do," Dave said,  " is four of us exit together but one of us stay behind. You," He said pointing at the one who took up the syringe from the lab that morning. "Yes you, honey, you will be the one to make sure you fool the hell out of the bodyguards, tell him or anyone you see fit to grab; the president is not waking up from precious sleep."

Dave mocked him by calling him honey . Yes. This was Mr. Grab the wrong syringe punishment.

Dave knew despite everything, this will be all over the news the instant whoever  double confirm the president's death.

***

Talat's point view

"I'm double fuck."

I fixed myself in my pants; uncomfortable.

Volkan double over in laughter, pieces of meat loafs fell from his mouth he quite down and swallowed. He took s bite and look over at me again with tears in his eyes. He double over again, leaning to the side. He laughed at mentioned for me to thump him is back if he chokes. I couldn't help but smile.

He must be hysterical to be laughing at me like this. His laugh echoed through the halls, not even me have laughed so much  in here and it's my house.

I got embarrassed and started to get up.
I'm not mad at him for him laughing. How could I be mad at my only friend well the only person I really mean when saying that word. I should just let him laugh and go my way.

"Hey!" He called me back when I walked towards a door that leads to the kitchen.

"İt's just that you are hardly ever fucked. İt's funny. You won't get the joke. How fucked are you?"

I bowed my head as he preened me like bird.

"Damn! You said you didn't like her. I knew you lied."

I briefly closed my eyes.

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