Michael POV"You have half an hour. I want to see you here before lunch break." this was the strict order from my boss before leaving the office.And every word that escape from her mouth, she mean it.I used the quickest cab that I could find at the entrance of the building, heading directly to the location that Jonathan had sent to me.In my mind, I begin to think how I will convince them again with no luck.They have already sealed their mind off bringing the group back to life and persauding them without anything to convince them with is totally a fatal luck.The driver tune the radio station and immediately the news begins to spread out through the small speaker.I also listen to it since there was nothing interesting keeping me busy."Last night at around seven thirty (7:30PM) in New Avenue Street. The warehouse owned by the city senator was burn into ashes. But what is shocking is that, the senator didn't see any properties that were in the warehouse. It is obvious that the war
Michael POVI couldn't get a hold of Torrance and I must admit it's tiring.After the hectic day at work, working for twenty four (24) hours straight. Having the weekend all to myself is heaven.No woman to care about, nothing more than sleeping and eating all day. Aside for the fact that I have more cases to work on over the weekend.Sitting on the flat blue plastic bed in the pool room, I calm myself down with chilled orange juice.The cool blues play, making the air more memorable as I close my eyes, inhaling and exhaling skeptically.For the first time in a weekend, I'm this peaceful with less problems to think about.But my peace ended when my phone beside me started to ring.Shoot!I forgot to put it on silent mode.At the sight of the caller, I groaned disgustingly before accepting the call.It was Ayla."Hey Mich!" she chirped loudly over the phone sounding over excited.I even had to take the phone away from my ears a bit."Hey Ayla, what'sup?" I said with a relaxing voice."
Michael POV"What?" this was the only word that escape from my mouth, with our gaze locked."What do you mean?" she pursed her lips staring at me like one who can't remember what she has said earlier.Honey trap? What does she actually mean? I was baffled."Here is how this works." she adjust closer to me with her hands clasped."I'm good at seducing men and putting them to bed, thereby getting valid information from them. You won't know my worth if you don't try." she winked flirtatiously at me and my eyes wide open, looking stunned.It seems I don't know her more than I thought I did.Ayla isn't who I really think she is. Innocent? Never.I wondered what she has said and try to picture her brut she would be into luring a man.Then my mind swayed me into the case I'm working on, Smith and his father.I could actually use her help on this case because they frequently go for clubbing. Maybe she could use her service into getting information for me.But, I can't let her know what truly
Ayla POV"These are the two pictures of the men I want, seduce them and get recent valid information from them. I will shuffle the good ones when you return." I look at the pictures lying on the table as I gradually rub the gloss on my lips, to make it glitter.When you say "dolling up" that's exactly what I did to myself.I made sure to rub the mascara up to a length far from my eyes, and my eyebrows speaks nothing but beauty with waves. I primp my hair to be more curly than usual, adding good hair cream to make it glimmer. The red lipstick attached with gloss attract nothing but desperate eyes.Entering into the show, miss enchantment has definitely returned.I'm so ready to kill and destroy eye prey that comes in contact with me.The reason I accepted to this job isn't because I'm a prostitute or something. But because I have a huge crush on Michael which he doesn't know about yet.Since high school, he has been my one time big crush but confessing my feelings is one thing, what if
Ayla POVThe man I'm doing this for, does he really deserve me? Or I'm only playing with my future.I know I'm to do this with no regret after two days of thorough thinking but what if he gets married to someone else after all my efforts.He doesn't do love, I agree. At least he should look at me, feel me and give me the pinch of care.But his gaze are filled with no emotion, no emotion at all.Some times I wonder if his heart were made of stone.We entered the cool air condition room and he gradually drop me on the bed while rushing to pull his clothes."Easy tiger." I quickly stop him, holding his tie.Our gaze locked.For some reason, I find this man attractive and handsome even though he's so old and grumpy. He has all the qualities that women are craving for. Why did he choose being a Gangstar rather than living a peaceful old life with his granny of a wife?As I said earlier, this unknown reasons drew me so close that I begin to wonder if I should just lust with him and forget
Kathie POVI have called Pablo almost twenty (20) times and sent several text messages but none came with response.It's either he was on an undercover mission with his damn son or flirting with another woman which I hate the most.Even if I'm not his wife or just his random chick, I don't joke with him. And I detest sharing him with anyone.After all his wife is dead, long dead for over ten (10) years. So having just me, as his babe is more like his new wife. So I don't want to share him at all, more that I also benefit financially from him.Never.I hacked his location and found out that he was in a club.What the nerve!If he is not there with me, what else should take him there?Taking my car keys, I made way to the club looking heavily annoyed."Ma'am, you can't go in without a pass neither is Boss. Pablo available at the moment." the manager, Elvis said politely with his restless eyes that couldn't look at mine.It's obvious that there is something fishy and he doesn't want me t
Michael POVI walk around the cafeteria, wondering what could be keeping her there.It's almost six (6:00PM) in the evening and to me, it's dangerous for a lady to walk into the club so late to seduce a man.That's risky.I begin to regret why I had to send her there. I sent her into the lions den.What if she doesn't come back?Inasmuch as I really need those information, her safety is paramount since she's human.But I can text her something so sentimental so she won't feel I'm beginning to like her or make her end up not achieving anything.I sent her a message soon after I drop the call."Hey Mich, are you not going home now?" Gideon, my colleague waved at him.Beside him, is his girlfriend, Anastasia.She is also his junior in the office.He is one of the people that loves Mondays because they get to see each other more often and faster after the weekend."I will leave in a minute. Just want to finish up my meal." I said."We will be ahead then." And so he left while I continued
Pablo POV"Where is Elvis? It has been a whole full-day and he hasn't been able to provide the hotel's CCTV camera footage for me. And where the hell is Smith?" talking about my son who has the same name as my father. The smoke escape through my nostrils as I double tap the cocaine in between my fingers.Kathie, my girlfriend. The only woman I have been running shits with for over three (3) to four (4) years after the death of my wife.Though Kathie seem young, she claim to be twenty seven (27) years which I singlehandedly doubt because at times she act like an adult.I have been meaning to get married to her but she has been beating around the bush saying she isn't ready and also, my son isn't comfortable for me to get married to another woman who he is older than.And vividly, I know that Kathie isn't hundred percent (100%) faithful. She still run some messes, even most hotel managers inform me each time she lodge in a hotel with another man.I end up killing them and making their li