C5 CHAPTER 5

ZERO.

The Next Day.

I entered into the underground of the big mansion of Spider. He is the fucking boss....at least for now.

No one fucking owns me and they all damn knows it. The day any fucking man thinks otherwise is the day I put a bullet through his freaking brains and Morris the motherfucker will bag his corpse and make it disappear.

Just like Greg. Fucking cocksucker.

Look around and notice shits that happen as I pass.

Conversations halt. Men get the fuck outta my way with style. Some motherfuckers pretend to bend down and do their fucking shoelaces.

They fear me. They avoid me.

Smart bastards.

"Where's Boss." I asked a bastard I can't even remember his name.

"In the inner room." Bastard was already outta the door like a light before the last fucking word could get outta his mouth.

I sauntered past the door to the inner room and entered. Boss was balls deep into a bitch, ramming hard and deep while music played in the fucking background.

"Zero. You're here?" His voice was breathless.

"What's going on?"

"There's a client in town. Landed this morning." He rammed into the bitch again.

"Want me to kill him?"

"Hell no, Zero! Fuck, does everything end with killing for you?"

I blinked once and just stared at him. I wonder how else things are supposed to end if not with the motherfucker six feet below.....or dangling off the mouth of a bush wild animal.

"I want you to protect the client." Boss groaned as he came balls deep into the moaning big-assed bitch.

I reared back in surprise. "I don't protect. I kill. You know."

"I know, Number Zero. But this client is important or I would have one of them douchbags here on the job but I don't want shit to go haywire."

"Who's he? Druglord, Trafficker or Smuggler?" I asked, quite reluctantly. This day couldn't get any worse.

"Trafficker."

"Women or Children?"

"Both."

"Why does the bastard need protection?" I growled.

"Because, some months ago in Boston, Felaray kidnapped a high Druglord's daughter and sold out to the Arabs. Dragona got his precious daughter back after two weeks of being sold."

"Motherfucker." I grunted. This dickhead Felaray must be fucking dumb to fall into a mess with Dragona.

No bastard messes with Dragona and live to tell the tale.

"Yeah. So, Dragona is out for Felaray's head, and Felaray has been on the run ever since."

If the damn job had been to kill the bastard I would have already been on my way to do so, no questions asked.

I kill for the money, that's my job. My job ain't to ask questions. But if I'm gonna fucking babysit a damn trafficker I gotta ask why.

"Why are you protecting the asshole?" I asked bluntly.

Boss's bitch had gone to the bathroom to clean up, and Boss turned to me and just shrugged. "There's a connection he has and I want."

Good enough. "How much."

"Twelve grand."

"Where do I find this motherfucker?"

LEILANI

I can't stop thinking about him. Even his name is like him. Zero. Intense....very intense.

Since yesterday, I find myself thinking about him, he refused to let go of my mind. He had scared me with everything about him.

His body and his face. His words. His....dark intensity.

I signed as I gathered the red roses and went out to meet my customer who's an older woman. I handed her the roses, "Your granddaughter will love this one."

"It smells great, my child." The old woman smiled.

"It's Roses, Granny. Children love it, especially little girls."

"Thank you so much, my dear." Granny said as she paid. I smiled and waved her goodbye.

Seeing that there's no other customer, I was a bit relieved. I want to use the bathroom, and I can't use mine now because the plumber will come tomorrow to fix the damaged flusher.

I closed up the store and made my way to the store opposite mine, which is a bar. I entered and walked straight to the counter.

The men were staring at me in that way that makes my skin crawl but I ignored the feeling.

"I-I want to use your bathroom." I whispered to the bartender.

"This way, ma'am." The young boy gestured to his left with a kind smile.

I thanked him and made my way to the restroom. I entered the first door, and closed it behind me. I was about to open the door of the bathroom but voices stopped my movement.

"No one must find out about this, Scorpion. No one." Came a deep low voice.

"No one will know, Felaray. I will keep it quiet, I promise."

No one will know what? Keep what quiet?

Why do I get the feeling I just stepped into something big? I was still on the dreadful thought when the door opened.

Two men came out. One was older a bit, the other was hefty and mean-looking. The two gives me the creeps.

When they saw the shocked me standing there, their eyes turned dangerous. "How much did you overhear!?" Hefty one barked at me.

"Scorpion, easy on the Angel." The older one drawled as he raked his eyes all over me in a very creepy way. "Now, how much did you overhear, Angel?"

Who are this people?

Overhear what?

Why do I get this feeling that they won't leave me to just walk out of here easily?

LEILANI.

"I-I didn't hear anything. I really didn't hear anything." I barely whispered out. The way this two men stared at me was unnerving.

Will they let me out of here? And I still want to use the bathroom.

The mean one stared at the older one, and the older one nodded once and stared at me.

"Alright, Angel. Since you're sure you didn't overhear anything...." Older one---Felaray---said, surprising me.

I watched skittishly as the both of them filed out of the restroom until it was just me remaining.

I hurriedly went to the female's restroom and did my business quickly. All the while, I half-expected someone to jump out on me from behind but thankfully, nothing of that sort happened.