Bait

XIII

Sitting cross legged, leaning against the wall the day dragged by as I played a stupid game of would I rather with myself. 

Would I rather be friends with Miley Cyrus or Selena Gomez. Selena Gomez hands down. Would I rather eat lamb brains or a cow's heart. I wouldn't rather eat either to be honest. As I was weighing up the options I heard the door creak open a fraction.

My eyes shot up as I saw the Hulk kneel down in front of the door. He pushed a folder of papers towards me before getting up and giving me his best glare.

Who pooped in his cereal this morning?

Before I could even say a word, he turned around, closed the door and I could hear his boots trudging back down the hallway.

Crawling across the dirty floor, I scooped up the file and crawled my way back into my safe corner. The folder was the same as last time, with no details on the front or back.

Opening it up, I noticed the first page had a sticky note stuck to it.

Richards, Dan will come in shortly to escort you to the showers before he gets you ready for tonight. I expect you to be prepared for this next target, he will not be as easy as the first. - C

It had barely been a day since I'd helped CWest capture Jay Lucas and I was already getting details on my next target. Clearly Charles was eager to get his money back.

Taking a deep breath, I peeled off the sticky note and started to read about the next one on the CWest debt list.

Liam Kelly, late thirties, he's a numbers man and his poison is gambling - roulette more specifically as the files read. CWest has loaned him $195,000 to fund his ever growing gambling addiction.

I'm in shock that Charles and CWest have given this man nearly $200,000. Who has that sort of money just lying around. Wait, who am I kidding, nothing about his gang is normal or seems to be above board.

As my eyes analyse the photos, Liam looks like a well dressed, well off man. He's got a structured, defined face with piercing brown eyes and a gorgeous head of hair. He most definitely is a good looking man.

Clearly Charles only does business with the good looking men of Australia because this guy and the last were both gorgeous. Hey, you don't see me complaining!

The photos of Liam show him walking the Gold Coast streets as well as him playing roulette at various bars and clubs.

It seems by the way Liam dresses and by the places he goes that he is just trying to keep up the appearances whilst he's drowning his weight in debt.

Maybe Charles was right, this Liam guy might be harder than the first. He exudes confidence from the way he walks to the smirk he seems to constantly have in all the photos, I can tell he will be hard to lure in.

However, someone who claims to know numbers clearly can't seem to pick the winning number on the roulette table.

As I flick through the files, the door opens and a smile instantly takes over my face as I spot Dan and his bag of goodies.

"Hi cutie, you are in luck. Your fairy godmother has been allowed to take you to the showers. That whole washing you with a towel thing was next level gross."

I collapsed to the floor in hysterics and soon after Dan joined me in a fit of laughter.

With tears of laughter still pouring down my cheeks, I got up and followed Dan as we made our way out of the storage room. "I feel gross fairy godmother. This shower is well overdue."

Keeping a close distance to Dan, we walked down the hallway were the sounds of voices were increasingly growing.

Turning left we walked into a larger space filled with tables and chairs and as I scanned the room twenty-five sets of eyes landed on me. A few faces I recognised, others I had never seen before.