Hired Killer

Hired Killer Chapter 17

##### Chapter 17 Failed Mission

The neon glow of the hotel sign flickered against the dark sky. Inside the hotel, a more dangerous game was underway. Bubblegum prepared herself, her heart racing beneath the layers of her intricate costume, a fitted pink dress that hugged her body, curves accentuated by the rhythm of her movements. The pink wig and mask obscured her face.

In the van parked discreetly outside, Midnight, their tech-savvy strategist, adjusted her headset, eyes glued to the multiple CCTV feeds flickering on her screens. She was orchestrating the chaos they were about to unleash. A slight frown crossed her lips as she switched between angles, ensuring everything went according to plan.
" Bubblegum, are you in the position? " she whispered into the device attached to her ear. Her voice steady despite the anticipation coursing through her.

" Yes, " Bubblegum replied. Her confidence tangible even through the static.
" I'm about to make my entrance. "

The door swung open, revealing a lavish suite adorned with opulence-silk curtains, plush carpets, and heavy gold accents that smelled of power. Don Fernando sat casually on a couch, with his maniacal aura radiating control and arrogance. His eyes lit up as Bubblegum entered, and Bubblegum could practically hear the silent gasp of admiration he let slip.

" Come closer, darling, " he beckoned, his voice velvet and seductive.

Bubblegum approached. The sound of her heels clicking against marble echoing ominously in the otherwise quiet room. She poured a glass of wine, eyeing of Don Fernando his fingers that drummed on the armrest.

Don Fernando's men surrounded the room outside, they were on guard, ready to protect their master.

Bubblegum slowly began to dance, her hips swaying, limbs fluid and inviting like a siren luring sailors into the depths.

" Enjoy the show, " she murmured, every word dripping with feigned seduction as she twirled around him. The thrill of deception thrummed in her veins.

Bubblegum teased, Don Fernando, lips curling into a smile.
" Don Fernando, care to see if I'm as captivating as they say? "

As the music echoed throughout the room, a veil of concentration descended over Bubblegum. Beneath her dress lay a concealed sword, its blade cold against her skin. Just as she felt the anticipation mount, she flicked her wrist, slowly drawing it from its hiding place as she danced. In that suspended moment, the faint sound of a blade unsheathing cut through the music.

The Yakuza leader's laughter rang out, deep and knowing.
" You must think I'm a fool, little girl, " Don Fernando said, his voice dropping into a growl.
" Your dance won't- "

Before he could finish, Bubblegum lunged. But she wasn't prepared for the speed with which he reacted. He had known her plan all along. Even as he sat bound, he twisted his body, dodging her strike, bouncing back like a coiled spring. The ropes fell away as he swung a leg, catching her off guard.

" Who ordered you to kill me?! "
His roar echoed with fury, cutting through the atmosphere like the sword she wielded.

Confusion flickered on Bubblegum's face. How did he know? The men outside shouldn't have heard a thing. In that moment of doubt, he seized her chance and broke free, grabbing a hidden katana from behind the sofa, a weapon of her own.

Dark monitored frantically through the cameras. " Bubblegum mag-iingat ka! " she urged, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she searched for angles to help her.

But the two adversaries faced each other now, swords drawn, both assessing their enemy. It was a deadly stare-down, the room tinged with tension. Both moved in perfect sync, each knowing the other was a force to be reckoned with.