Chapter 8
A few hours later and with the fucking police involved, neither Hakan nor his friend could discover who was responsible for the note.
But hell, he did know whoever he wants. The devil's fucking sissy had written that note in her ugly, crooked handwriting, one he'd seen with his own eyes a couple of times when the sissy was signing some merchandise authorization in the devil's name.
-Shit ... -He mumbled when the idiot sent him back to the mailbox.
As soon as she heard the police officers tell Hakan and his friend that they needed to talk to them alone, sending her a sideways glance, Maurer let her know that he would be out in the hall waiting for her, a gesture that she thanked and then they all moved to the side kitchen room. Indeed he went out into the hallway, but not to give them space but to call that queer and ask why the hell he was playing threatening little notes with someone so close to his goal.
He tried again.
-Fuck, answer me, you fucking fag.
The phone I was calling from had poor coverage, was cheap and very old, perfect for not being traced in case someone wanted to.
The bastard answered on the sixth ring.
-What do you want?
-How do you think of attacking my target's secretary and then sending little notes to her fucking lawyer? Are you crazy? -He snapped, lowering his voice so as not to attract the attention of some curious.
The queer had the audacity to sound confused when he asked:
-¿ What? What the hell are you talking about?
-I'm talking about the altercation you gave to my target's fucking secretary.
She heard him clear his throat, telling someone that they would finish their thing for later.
Maurer nauseated at imagining some girl too young for those rotten bones dressing desperately, wanting to get away from him, but couldn't because they were even more desperate for the drugs the queer was going to give them for sex. The very cursed one knew how to choose the weakest, giving them what they needed in small doses in order to manipulate them.
The guy was a total scum.
-Very well ... I didn't know it was his secretary.
Maurer gritted her teeth, cupping the bridge of her nose. He had his back, about five meters away from the door of the apartment Hakan, but their ears and senses were wide awake. I could not make such a big stupid as let s hear him speak and say suspicious things by phone.
-But you had to know that she was linked in some way with Hakan lawyer when he came out to defend her.
Maurer hadn't been told anything more than what Hakan had told him, but it was easy to deduce from the note, its ugly handwriting and the event, that the devil's queer had been the cause of that girl's suffering.
-I accept that I put the goal, but I did not know that that girl had something to do with your goal.
-Well, you should have known. This could get me in trouble and abort my mission.
-Hell, no -heard him swallow and confess- : I was drugged up to their eyeballs when I wrote that note. I don't know what he was thinking about leaving her in that self-centered asshole's apartment even though he already knew who he was.
-It is not a secret for anyone that you hardly think -he prodded, still fuming. A mistake like that could cost you dearly.
In addition, mess with a lawyer? He was really crazy.
-Don't go too smart, -he growled, making him laugh dryly
-Cut the shit and tell me you're not going to do it anymore. What's more, if possible, try to disappear from the Abyss for a while. They already got the police into this.
-Shit - he complained-. I'll try to be inconspicuous for a while, but you know I can't stay away from the Abyss for long because I'm the one who gets the goods when the boss is away.
-Yes, yes. Just don't kill us. The boss will be very upset if he finds out about you muddy and will want to assassinate us both if I can't … get what he asked for.
-Shit, yeah. Bye.
With a sigh, Maurer hung up without saying goodbye and quickly emptied the call log. He couldn't leave a trace or he would be dead.
The mere mention of her death shook him whole.
-¿Maurer?
The aforementioned put the mini phone in the front pocket of his jean and left his hand there, turning around. From the doorway, a pale Hakan watched him with her hands clasped together.
Something inside him stirred when he saw her so concerned, which made him curse inwardly. Hakan Daigo was ... especially his personality between shy , elegant and sagacious made her a much more problematic explosive combination that tempted him in ways that her curvaceous body or brown and flush eyes slanted impossibly seductive, that with a simple flicker had to his boiling blood and back lava.
Taking a deep breath, he decided that their interaction should be cut off for today. Because of his mental stability and because of the pile of priorities that were on his objective, mainly that of not aborting the mission with a stupid impulse. Like kissing her because she wanted him to calm her down and not because he wanted to seduce her into giving him her fucking bank account details.
Yes... how should he turn back and take a little air that was not impregnated with the perfume of Ha... <
-¿Maurer? -She repeated, taking a step in his direction.
But he shook his head and pursed his lips.
-Sorry, I have to go. I had a mishap... related to the pooch that you recommended to give me the pill hidden in a strawberry. They called me and...
-Oh my Good. Sure, go. I hope it is not too serious.
-Me neither.
I wish not, because I did not want to perform more good deeds of the day that involved their damn emotions.
I was exhausted.
-Shall I call you later?
She smirked, the color returning a little to her pale skin.
-I'd like that very much, Maurer.
He nodded in agreement and raised the hand that was not hidden in his pocket, waving his fingers in goodbye.
-¿Until then?
-Until then.