Prologue
After 5 minutes of staying in restroom, I finally went out to check if he's already asleep.
Thank Lucci! He's snoring like hell.
Geez! I should have killed him just before he passed out.
Stupid old man!
Drunk himself to death. He really thinks I'll do that with him?
Fucking no. Asshole Dumbass
I get the injectable poison on my lingerie.
I don't think he can defend himself on this kind of situation.
Ang dami pa namang security sa labas and yet, I'm here.
I need to do this now before someone bother us.
I quickly inject it to him.
He stiffened. Open his eyes and directly look straight at me.
"You fucking whore! What have you done?"
"You should know it by now, Monster" I grinned. "should thank me also for not killing you using a gun or a knife perhaps, it's kinda stinks ya know"
"I'll kill you. . " he whispered between his breath.
"Oh how? You can't even move, you're paralyzed hypocrite, 15 seconds from now you're dead meat, how about that, Loverboy?"
Kawawa naman to, ang daling mamamatay, manyak kasi.
"1 , 2 , 3 , 4 . . 15!" Exactly as I said.
Time of death, 2:15am fourth of Feb.
I quickly went to the suites room and out thru the window, walking on the tiny spaces facade of this hotel, wooo! 58th floor, not bad at all. I finally got to the other suite, gathered my stuff and silently went out of the room, not making any noise.
" Hooo! No flaws! Nasarapan kaya yung mga security sa sandwich with deathly poisonous mustard. "
Out from the building. .
I went to my car and drove it back to my pad. I called Alana for my good news!
"Oh you fucking whore, so late you don't have a time watch are you?" Laging galit, as usual.
"hi, goodmorning also, Alana! Guess what?"
"Yeah, I know for sure, you sent someone again for the nth time to hell"
Alam nya palage, I never failed any mission, once I get it, I surely finished it.
"Boss, will be glad the Karma Club gained 1B for killing our beloved senator, yeah you're ticket to Paris will be given tomorrow, just go to the office and pick it up, bitch! Now, I wanted to sleep, so magsaya ka mag-isa. Bye!"
There. She hang up on me. Bitchesa talaga.
Anyways, Paris here I come.
I love this job.
So full of deadly excitement.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pierce's Legacy: Assasinated Love
HumorTo Kill or To be killed. That was supposed to be her fate. . Supposedly, . . till she met him . .