Chapter 34

ZERO.

I stood at the back of the very big house that Felaray stays. The house of that asslicker, Spider.

Them bastards have become paranoid that I might kill Felaray for everything he's done, so they moved his ass from the hotel to the house of Spider.

One goddamn disadvantage? Is that the house is so fvcking heavily guarded.

If it wasn't, that asshole Spider would have been killed a long time ago by all the motherfvckers he wronged ages ago.

One good advantage? I know this house like the back of my damn hands even though I've not worked for spider for more than a month.

You ain't a good assassin if you don't know shit about your surroundings no matter how short the amount of time is.

Also, I chose a convenient time. I know for sure that Spider won't be around now. He's in attending to some drug shit business.

In swift movement, I climbed the rails of the building until I jumped into the balcony of the fifth floor. I made sure not to trigger the alert while I do this.

I turned the doorknob but it was locked like I expected. In two minutes, I manipulated the lock and opened the door.

It's late evening and the darkness worked in my favor. I blended with the dark as I walked through the long hallway.

I reached a corner, crouched low and surveyed the rooms. I know instantly the one Morris would be held in.

The third room at the right side was heavily guarded. Three hefty sentry men at the front door. Two walking around there, their eyes everywhere.

I stayed in position and waited for the perfect time to attack. I know the time will come soon, I just need patience.

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🌹🌹🌹LEILANI🌹🌹🌹

I finished dinner in the big empty house, but I couldn't relax. I can't help the feeling at something will go very wrong.

I shook the feeling away. Must be because of Zavier. Where is he at the moment.

To keep myself busy, I walked to the backyard of the big house and started picking flowers.

The only activity that makes me forget my worries and gives me a sense of calm all the time.

Only, it didn't work this time around. No matter how I tried, I still can't dismiss the feeling. I can't stop worrying about Zavier and Morris.

I gave up picking flowers and went back into the house. I walked to the room we shared together.

In times like this when I'm so helpless that I don't know what else to do, I did the only thing I always do.

Going to the wardrobe, I withdrew the my bible which is among the few belonging I carried.

I knelt down and started praying.

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💥💥💥ZAVIER [Zero]🚶🚶🚶

Five minutes later, the time came.

I watched as another new bastard came within view. "The boss is asking for you two at the game room, and he's pissed."

As the new bastard grunted, the two men stared at each other, pocketed their guns and followed the new bastard away.

Two out. Three remaining.

Three will do.

With a run, I bolted out of position and with quick movements, I pulled out two knives from my pocket and threw it immediately at the two my eyes caught.

Before they could react, the knives were logged on their throats. Blood gripped from the wound and they started coughing blood in their attempt to speak.

As they fell to the ground with a thud, I was already close to the remaining man.

"What the---" The remaining man quickly reached for his weapon but I was faster.

Using two fingers, I struck it deep into his throat. He couldn't speak again as blood gushed out. He could only gag as I withdrew mother knife and stabbed his kidney, twisting it several times.

He died even before his body hit the ground.

I kicked the door open and gunshots ran out. My eyes immediately took count even as I pulled out my own gun. Six men in here.

Five bastards and an asshole. Morris, the asshole laid on the ground with his hands tied behind him.

As I kicked the door down, he rose and saw me. His face was very bloody, one of his eyes swollen shut. But he still grinned...

"Took you long enough, c0cksvcker. I was beginning to think you're actually ready to go back to cleaning your own messes." He grunted and spat out blood.

Gunshots fired at me and I dodged even as I felt two different stings at my shoulders. I've taken two bullets.

Lying on the ground, I made swift targets and gunned them in several direction. As we shot at each other, they advanced and the fight was a fvcking bloody and brutal one.

Within seconds it was over as fast as it began. The five bastards laid dead at the pool of their own blood. And I've taken one more bullet with a stab wound.

I tore the tip of my slack and wrapped on my arm to slow the flow of the damn blood. Then, I was going to Morris.

"Told you that I can't go back to cleaning my own messes, asshole. You don't die until I give you permission." I grunted as I untied him.

He chuckled dryly even as I tried to pull him up and he grunted in pain.

"You bastard sure looks your good with three bullets taking a chill in your goddamn arms and your abdomen coated with your own blood." He bit out.

I arched an eyebrow, ignoring the pain in my arms. "Can't say the same for you, dumbshit. You look worse for goddamn wear."

"Thanks for the compliment, baby. Expect to hear more from your sexy lips." He drawled sarcastically.

I scruched my face in disgust. "Doesn't suit you worth shit, asshole."

As he chuckled and grunted in pain, I dragged him out of the room.

The coast was clear as I half-dragged him, he leaned heavily to my arm, every part of him all bloodied up.

"I'm gonna kill that small-pricked queer, Felaray when I lay my eyes on him again." Morris stated simply.

"Nah. When we're together, I do the goddamn killing, you do the fvcking cleaning. That's the motherfvcking deal."

"All bets are off, Zero-buddy. I get to kill him, you'd better not try to take that from me." He grunted as we made our exit.

I said no other words. But I know I'll be killing Felaray and not Morris. Felaray dies by my hands or I'll never be satisfied. No one can ever give him a better death than I.

Morris is a killer too, but he's a goddamn lenient killer. That queer bastard Felaray deserves worse.

There's just a slight fvcking problem with the plan. My arms hurt like the very fires of hell and my eyes are almost dizzy from loosing too much fvcking blood.

Can't give the bastard Felaray what he deserves now, so it'll be better if we don't encounter him today....not in this fvcking condition.

Maybe another time....quite very soon.

"Ah....look who showed up.....just as I predicted." Came the voice of Felaray as he entered and blocked the exit.

His men surrounded us immediately. Several of them.

Fvcking shit.

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