°#4. HE WANTS HER°

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"My body sold,
Your brain told me bold,

Kiss your neck,
Back up your peck.

Shine ever,
We are forever."

-LOVE_WHISPERED.

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Sebastian pov:

"Thanks for Mr. Junjun, he made my life perturb." Mr Sweden breath  breath out his anger towards late Mr.Junjun. I nodded through my eyes.

Mr. Sweden was actually a broker, between me and the main client. He only worked for me. I gave him 20 percent excluding some incentives.  He also owned one company just to show off the real world.

"This is a girl, finish her as soon as." He handed me an envelope, containing the victim photo. 

"And here is your remaining half payment for Mr. Junjun and full payment fot this girl." He put the money container opposite of me. I smirked and caressing the container.

'Love money lust honey.'

In my entire life, I learned that only money was our god. Girls would automatically kissed the dick when they saw money on our hand.

I leveled up my eyes to him, "You will get incentives in return for finish her early as possible." His voice stopped me to tear an envelope in a mid way. My lips beamed into smile.

Now, I was more interested in an incentive rather than examining a victim photo.

"Incentives like...?" I raised my brows up, inserted an envelope in my blue coat.

There were many incentives in our business, like money, girl, drugs, alcohol, assets and many more.

"New girls which recently export from Russia." He said, with smile. Whilst finishing his coffee in one gulped and put the cup on the table.

I like it.

I grinned gestured of accepting his incentive. I gulped my liquor from mini bottle and squeezed the lips together, tasted my alcohol lips.

I simply nodded in his every conversation. I hate when someone talk too much without any reason. Couldn't shut their f-cking mouth for two minutes. If he wasn't my man then surely I would shot on his tongue.

After our long conversation, I had been glancing at the watch for more than fifth times from 10 minutes.

It was like I had passed 18 hours in this f-cking car.

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