The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

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"Everything's ready?" I ask the three men.

"Yes." They all reply.

I'm with Dennis and Clint as my backups for this mission, and Justine is our transmitter.

We are currently here inside my car, parked in a well-known bar in the town. It is my brother's car, actually; it is an Alfa Romeo Guilietta.

We all hop off my car, but Justine stays inside.

"Dark, he's in the private room number seven. I think he's waiting for someone." Justine says on the transmitter while we are walking.

"Okay, thanks." I respond as we reach the entrance.

And then, we enter the bar. Loud, smoky, party lights, and smell of liquors are suffocating. Dang. I hate this place.

Every gentlemen eyes are on me. Well, it's because my outfit tonight. Pair of killer high-heeled boots, mini denim short, and white spaghetti strapped camisole covered with black leather jacket. My hair is curled in big waves; I also put a thick black eyeliner on my eyelids and a red glossy lipstick for my lips.

I also know how to fix myself, though I'm not fond of wearing make-ups and shits and that—in school or in every where. This is a bar; a place for party animals, that's why I should get along with their get-ups.

"All the CCTV's are hacked, Dark." Justine speaks.

"Okay, I'll enter the room." My response as I walk where the VIP rooms are.

As I walk, I sight a man with a big bulk of body. He's guarding a door, and I'm sure that door is leading to the rooms of VIP's.

"What's your business here?" The bouncer asks in high-deep tone.

I smile seductively and place a finger below my lips. "I have a costumer inside." I tell him in a flirty tone. Darn. It's very un-Miracle like.

"Show me your I.D for the confirmation." it is his command. I handed it to him. Good thing, Justine prepared this fake I.D for me. I thank goodness for his existence.

Then the bouncer nods his head, "Okay. Come in." He simply says and opens the door.

I hide my smirk as I enter the inside. Roaming my eyes around, the place is sort of dark, with red lights; the floor is carperted, red color as well; the hallway is not that narrow, I think, two and a half meters wide.

Oh, well. Gotta find the room number seven. In just few seconds when I saw the room. Inhaling, I open the door.

And then, he is sitting on his on the bed while reposing his back on the headboard. "Finally, you're here." He says in bedroom voice.

Uh, can I go now? The place is dark, the accent lights are the things that is giving us light.

"Come join me here, babe." I can feel smirk when he states that. And he calls me 'babe'! Heck, I swear I can kill this man at this moment! Plus, his gazes are malicious. Ew . . . so gross.

But I don't have a choice. I collect all my complaints inside and instead of nagging, I smile like a real flirt. "If you want me, come and get me here." I speak in seductive voice. I actually want to vomit with my words. Guh.

Dang. If someone in school will see me in this situation, I swear, I will kill them . . . mercilessly.

He stands up and I gulp, big time. He is just wearing a boxer short. So lewd and filthy. But I have to remain my composure and I have to be serious here.