A massive amount of water squirted over Raymond's face. He jolted back to reality for a moment, and all he recalled was him standing beside a couch next to Kira - asking her about his target - John Marvin. And there was pain and thick darkness thereafter.
Now the sharp pain in his head won't let him concentrate on the aura, but then he noticed his hands had been tightened behind his back and he's fastened to a wooden seat - in the middle of a slightly lit up spacious room. He looked at where the considerable stream of water came from, and he saw a guy holding a huge can. His face was masked. Raymond jiggled, trying to loose himself from the grip of the chains and a voice echoed "Don't move" Raymond traced the voice to the lips of a light-skinned man - standing right in front of him. He squinted his eyes and flickered rapidly. That's the target. John Marvin. Four hefty men stood next to him. And surprisingly, Kira and the guy from the strip club - but his head was wrapped with a bandage. "Surprised?" John scorned - kneading his palms together. Raymond didn't utter a word. He maintained eye contact with John with gritted teeth. "I heard you're looking for me," John said, he walked to the side, eyes still locked on RaAymond. "What the fuck do you want from me?" John yelled, landing a punch on Raymond's face. Raymond's head wobbled to the back. When he erected his head again, blood oozed from his nose and mouth. "I want your life" Raymond muttered with gritted teeth and piercing pain. John cracked up and he took a step backwards. He suddenly ambled forward and dabbed Raymond's face. Raymond screamed in outright pain - a gasp gliding out of his bloodstained lips. When it seemed like he had gathered his breath, a smile appeared on his lips. That smile was the last thing John expected, as he exchanged glances with Kira and the other guys standing there. John leaned close to Raymond, his breath hitting the fluffy skin on Raymond's nose. "You know I can kill you right now huh?" He mumbled with his teeth gritted. Raymond scoffed and spat on John's face. John hovered back and wiped the clump of saliva with his jacket. He tightened his fist and rained punches on Raymond. "Ugh," he groaned. He pulled out a gun - pointing it to Raymond's head "Who the hell are you? Why did you follow Kira? What do you want from me?" He roared. "Speak before I spill your fucking brains" "You should ask them to give you a round of applause" Raymond snarled. John tugged the gun back and exchanged glances with everyone. "That's some good balls for a retarded minister like you. I never knew you've got street blood flowing in your veins" Raymond said, and a chuckle curled on his lips. "You're one hell of a greedy, blood motherfucking ass...." "Don't mess with me" John interrupted. "What do you want?" "You remember what happened on 21st September? I'm sure you were at your penthouse in Atlanta - watching the news broadcast that night" Raymond said. John paused for a moment - dazed at what Raymond was saying. He gave him a blank stare. A stare that implied Raymond knew a lot more about him and he could not wait for him to unfold whatever he's got and tell him what he wanted. "....and how is that your fucking business?" John yelled. Everyone standing in the room was confused - except Raymond. None of them had a clue of what was going on, but the look on Kira's face depicted curiosity and she couldn't wait to hear it all. "I kill for a living," Raymond said. Everyone's eyeballs dilated and they had their gaze stuck on Raymond. "....and I won't hesitate to eliminate any potbellied asshole like you who take delight in stealing from the poor. You're such a greedy animal" Raymond added, emphasizing the 'Greedy Animal" John tried to disguise the shock in his eyes, but the sweat cascading from his trembling cheek gave him away. "You have the twenty billion dollars in your possession and I know that's why you're here in Nairobi to squander it all. A fund meant for the less privileged and the innocent people who're suffering" John clapped his hands together. "Nice" He walked back and forth. "That project was top secret. No one knew about it. How the fuck did you find out?" Raymond grinned. He tilted his and locked eyes with John. "You should be peeing in your pants right now because I know everything about you, and you know nothing about me. Isn't that enough reason to be scared? Raymond scoffed. "Now listen you moron" John leaned forward, and he dragged Raymond close to him - gazing at him eye to eye. "There's nothing you or anyone can do to me. That money is mine and I have claimed it. Fuck what you know. You can do nothing about it. You're in my den. I will kill you and feed you to the dogs and hyenas" John said, vehemently letting off Raymond, causing him to groan in pain. Raymond gritted his teeth. He shot John a stare. "You're one hell of a greedy bastard," Raymond said when it felt like he had gathered his breath. "You will refund that money, John. Thousands of people will lose their homes and their lives, children will be subjected to poverty, and there will be no solace for the families of those who died in that attack. You pay for your crimes..... " John burst into a long frail laughter. The laugh faded from his face and he stared at Raymond with bloodshot eyes "I see you've been sent to do the unthinkable. But I will make your life miserable. There is nothing you or the American government can do to me. That. Money. Is. Mine. And I have taken it" Raymond scoffed. His heart was beginning to constrict in rage as he gazed at John. "You will beg for your life. You will plead for mercy, but it will be too ......" John landed a slap on Raymond's face before he completed the sentence. "Shut the fuck up" he walked forward. "I can choose to hand you over to the police or humiliate and kill you myself. But you will wallow here until I determine what I wanna do with your pathetic ass" John said. He spat on Raymond's face. He walked away, and the four men followed him. Kira gave Raymond a blank stare before walking away too.Raymond felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up and Kira's eyes met with his battered and bloodstained face. He let out a loud gasp. He was skeptical about what her intent was. Ever since she walked away with John Marvin a couple of hours ago, she hasn't - no one has returned. He's been kept in the dark room. Kira's sudden appearance felt like a reason to torture. ".....what do you want?" Raymond muttered, his voice stuck somewhere between pain and discomfort. Kira didn't say a word. Instead, she pulled out a plastic bottle from the back pocket of her jeans. "I was told that serial killers get thirsty" she mumbled and twisted the cap of the bottle. Kira held the bottle above Raymond's mouth as he gulped down the water in its entirety. He led out grunts thereafter. Kira took the bottle out of sight and hovered it back into her pocket - her eyes fearfully scanning every angle of the room - like John Marvin or any of his cronies would surface at the drop of a hat. "Thank you" Raymo
Kira and Raymond sped into Raymond's hotel room. Their exasperated breaths inundated the room as they exchanged glances. Raymond ambled forward, and he collapsed into the bed. Kira stood by the entrance, her back on the door - her eyes staring and examining the luxurious room. "That was close," Raymond said. He sat up on the bed - staring at Kira. She took a step closer to the bed. "Yeah," she said. She moved to the side of the bed and sat on the seat next to it. Raymond had a lot of thoughts and questions running through his mind. He gave Kira another blank stare and rose from the bed. He approached the entrance of his bathroom and took off his bloodstained shirt. "What do you intend to do now?" Kira's voice resounded, causing Raymond to strike a pause. He took off his shirt and flung it on the bed. "I don't know" he muttered, spinning to face Kira. He walked close to her and sat on the bed again - he just postponed taking a shower. He heaved a sigh. "Why did you save me?" He co
Kira had her heart in her mouth when she stepped into the luxury hotel. She quickened her steps toward the receptionist - every step plodding in outright dread and uncertainty. It felt like she was doing the riskiest thing in the world and a single misstep could render all her efforts useless. "Hi," she muttered when she got to the receptionist. "I'm here to see John Marvin" she added coldly. "Room 14" the receptionist retorted without even giving her a look. Kira clutched her bag tightly as she strolled down the hallway. That wasn't the first time she'd be in this hotel - not only because of John. But for the men, she fucks on weekends. That's the only thing she's resorted to doing. Aside from doing the dirty jobs, John offers her once in a blue moon, shagging men was the only means that was never to an end. Kira felt a bit nervous to walk into the elevator. She strode toward the stairs. She paused at the edge of the stairs and pulled out her phone from her bag. She stumped its
Raymond huffed at the sight in front of him. He paused and he locked eyes with John Marvin. It dawned on him that it was Kira on the floor. It became obvious that something had gone wrong - the same negative thought Kira had initially. "Don't hurt her" Raymond yelled, moving close to John. John pointed the gun at Raymond's face and he flinched. "Come close and you'd die first" John threatened - staring at Raymond with bloodshot eyes. John laughed hysterically when Raymond stopped moving and suddenly he pulled the trigger. The metallic zest of blood. Chaotic bleeding. Raymond's heart constricted when he caught sight of Kira in a pool of blood with a bullet hole in her head. His heart shredded into tiny fragments at the eerie view and the urge to revenge grew wild. The thought that Kira was lying lifeless on the floor made every vein inside him stick out like spikes. "Ahh" Raymond screeched. He sped to John and landed a huge jab on his face. John fell to the floor, but before Ra
John slammed the door behind him, leaving Raymond and the guy in the hotel room. John thought there was no way Raymond was going to come out alive. He's got a wound on his arm already, burying another bullet in his chest was enough to jolt him out of life. The guy cocked the pistol and was ready to pull the trigger. The eerie view of Kira and his mate lying on the floor in a pool of blood. He felt like the most loyal dude in the room, and he was ready to do anything in a voyage to uphold that newfound stance. He pointed the gun at Raymond's head, but Raymond caught him off guard as he punched his hand, and the gun fell out of his grip. Raymond gained the momentum to rise on his feet. The guy tried to reach for the gun, but Raymond kicked it and it went under the sofa - close to where Kira was lying. "So what now" Raymond said - letting go of his injured arm. "Let's fight this shit out, homie," Raymond said. A frown appeared on the guy's face. As he raced towards Raymond - hands
Raymond grinned softly as he ended the call. Telling John that he had those conversations recorded felt like the smartest move he'd ever make in a blue moon. He picked up the gun next to him and sat on the bed - he knew John was going to barge in, a bid to rip him off the recording and make sure he kills him - even if it takes every trick in the book. Raymond's heart thumped in rage and a drizzle of pain, the wound in his left arm won't stop bleeding. His gaze met with Kira. Goosebumps shirked his skin at the sight of Kira's lifeless body. Tears stung his eyes, as he ambled towards her. He knelt beside her, caressing her cold hands. He slowly rubbed her bloodstained lips. At this point, Raymond's attempt to restrict the tears from cascading proved abortive as they trickled down like a waterfall. "I'm so sorry" he muttered amidst tears. He hunched his head - his lips trembling rapidly. "The system failed you," he said, and another stream of tears gushed down his cheek again. His he
Raymond walked through the entrance with a heart-thumping I'm ecstasy. He'd been away from LA for a couple of days and he had missed Dera and his unborn child to the moon and back. For the first time in a few days, he felt serenity. Serenity away from the pains, sadness, and chaos in Nairobi. After all, the whole storm is over but sadly - Kira had to go with the storm."Honey, I'm home," Raymond said, shutting the door behind him. He didn't hear any response, but the ransacked state of the living room caught his attention and he strode forward to take a closer look. Clothes were scattered all over the floor and on the sofa. One of Dera's underwear was drooping on the TV. Her favorite crop top was swaying on the hand drill and his favorite pants inhabited the dining table. Raymond rolled his eyes curiously, his mind rumbling with a thousand and one questions. Everything seemed odd and usual. "Dera wouldn't have been this disorganized," he thought. He dropped his backpack on the floo
Raymond's punch didn't have that much effect on Al. Instead, he staggered backward a little bit. Raymond tried to punch him the second time, but Al blocked his hand. They locked eyes, and Al headbutted Raymond, and he staggered back. Raymond regained momentum and was about to run back to attack Al again, but he was welcomed with a gun. "Step the fuck back," AI said. Raymond's eyes widened, his heart still thumping with rage; it felt like he was getting the sharp edge of the stack, e and he couldn't seem to get that down his throat at the moment. "Where is she?" Raymond asked. His tone sounded tense and it felt like he was directing the question to everyone in the room, even though he was staring into Al's eyes when he asked the question. Al lowered his gun. He adjusted his iconic cowboy hat. He gave Raymond a blank stare and he slid to the side of the room and picked up a bottle of vodka. He gulped it down and walked back to where Raymond stood. "Where is who?" Al asked. "Don't