Sorry didn't post for a while, hope you like this one 💕
Any era
"Ma'am, he'd like to see you." Demetrio called, opening those huge doors. I grab my old bag that was with me for 5 years, heading inside the room. "Close the doors." A masculine voice ordered from the chair as I look back at Demetrio, he doesn't give me eye contact, he just closes the door like a robot. My eyes move around the room. There was a chair that was facing me backwards, with a huge view.
"You are Y/N, right?" My eyes widen for a second. "Where's Pablo?" The man didn't look like Pablo at all. He had blue eyes, brown hair and he was wearing a black suit. "Pablo, well....we had a little disagreement, so he's been sent somewhere, not in this world, you can call it heaven or hell if you want, but I prefer hell." He assures, pulling out a cigar.
"What do you want." I snap, knowing he would want something for me, because I knew I wouldn't be sent here for nothing. "I heard very very nice stuff about you. Very, clever, intelligent shall I say." He lights up the cigar, walking close towards me. "I need you to take a case, that's why I called you." I nod my head, pulling out my notebook. "What's his name." The man chuckles, getting even more closer. "No, it's a very different one." He says in a low voice, he leans in to my ear whispering. "I want you to kill." I push him away as he looks at me shocked. "Excuse me, I'm only a private investigator, I don't kill."
"I know everything about you Y/N." He cooed, coming closer again. "I know that you killed people, like loved ones, maybe, mother, father, boyfriend." My eyes widened as I point at him. "THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ALL OF THIS, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE." He shushes me, giving me a calming face. "I know it's not your fault." He holds me by the arms, looking deep into my eyes. "I know how broke you are, I can give you anything you want." That's when I had enough. "Listen, I'm only here to investigate privately, not kill, if you want me to see someone, just give me information."
He rubs his eyes, walking to his desk. "He lives in New York, block 6, apartment S,4th floor." He pulls out a gun, handing it to me. "His name is...........Michael Jackson."
Part 2?
