Business Arrangement

Part 4

Trigger warning: Violence, mention of physical assault.

CHAPTER 4:

ENDER SITS DOWN so close beside me as his men take the table beside us.

I stare at Ender dryly, "If I have to wear this dress until we get me more clothes, you don't get to be unbuttoned like Dracula's troublemaking stepbrother, okay. Button that right up to your protruding Adam's apple." I gesture to him.

Archer dumps his head in his hands, chuckling as they all get themselves a beer. Ender's lips twitch up before he buttons up for me. I order grape juice while he sticks with sparkling water. I catch sight of who walks in, even see married women look over to see the thirty-year old businessman who sparked in his early years. He looked like a model moving through the wind, too bad he was only a snake.

Ender observes me closely, before looking behind him, "Why are you looking at him?" He questions with an undertone of jealously.

"I want you to kill him." I turn back to Ender.

Archer's laughter is cut off, "I don't think we heard you right?" He suddenly says to me, leaning in.

I stare only at Ender, "If you won't, I will. But I'll use your men to beat him up first. See, that right there is Philip Palatine. He's raped and murdered thirty women. Each year, on his birthday, he has his mindless shit of a manager find him an innocent girl. Whether be a tourist or local, always under eighteen, always a brunette. Must be skinny, tall, and have little standing in the rich community. In fifteen minutes, the manager will be on a boat, riverside, eight kilometres from here. Within twenty-five minutes, Philip will receive a call of his manager's death and then he'll call in his local execution squad to ensure it was accidental. You have twenty-four minutes and eighteen seconds before he stops breathing on my account, not yours. Have him lured to the bathroom, Archer can do the dirty work-I know you normally get him to use the stick over the carrot." I explain swiftly.

Ender studies me, before leaning back, he steps from his seat and gestures for Archer, Quinn and a new one who was one of his best underground fighters.

I lean back and order the steak for Ender, while I go for fish and chips.

It would take about twenty minutes just for the main food course to be cooked.

Darren takes a seat next to me, "How do you know that about the man?" He asks me slowly.

I glance at him, "You mean that predator? Tell me when he has him in the men's bathrooms, then you're going to stand out the door and tell any man who needs to piss to choose a bush outside, got it?" I question, checking him.

Darren stares at me indecipherably, before he checks his ear piece, "They have him."

"Good, follow me." I tell him, standing up and moving with a gracious smile.

I move swiftly into the room and Darren tells them to open up. Ender snaps his eyes to me, blocking my view of the mess on Philip's cheeks and neck. I raise a hand, gesturing for him to move, Archer steps aside, the underground fighter holds behind him.

Philip sputters, "Who the fuck are you?" He cries out like a peacock.

Before his eyes trail to mine and he squints, before hitching a breath, "You." He says through fat, bloody lips.

Ender freezes where he stands and meets my profile, "How do you know her?" Archer says lowly.

Philip swallows, "What do you want? Money? I can give you that." He breathes out, pleadingly.

I raise an eyebrow, "Good, you recognise a summer intern who worked in your Ace division two years ago. I purposely wore a brunette wig to prove what detectives couldn't. However, I am not restricted by the acts of lawyers tampering on police brutality, but you are going to pay for attempting assault." I tell him. Ender grabs the guy's neck and the fighter moves as Philip yelps and cries out when Ender's menacing face roams closer.