chapter 5

Anonymous pov

"Where's the disc?" Lorenzo growled, his voice seething with hatred. "You were supposed to extort it from her before killing her, you coward!"

I smirked, placing a cigarette between my lips and striking a match to light it. "Don't speak to me like that," I said, my eyes gleaming with sarcasm. "She nearly took my life with a whiskey bottle. That's enough sacrifice, don't you think?"

Lorenzo's fury reached a boiling point. "That's not enough!" he bellowed, his fist slamming into the wall with a loud crash. "You were supposed to extract the disc from her, but instead, you botched everything! Everything!"

I sneered, Do your eyes glint with contempt? "Oh, come on. You call that a punch? You should hit harder, fool!" I taunted, my voice low and mocking.

As I spoke, I inhaled deeply from my cigarette, the smoke curling around me like a protective shield. The flavor of the tobacco filled my lungs, a brief respite from the tension crackling in the air.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He snarled, his voice and menacing. "You're reveling in your own cleverness, your own twisted game."

I raised an eyebrow, my smile growing wider. "Enjoying it?" I repeated, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, no. I'm just getting started."

In a flash, Lorenzo pounced on me, his face contorted in a snarl, his hot breath inches from mine."Don't forget, I own you!" He sneered, his grip on my neck like a vice.

I wrenched free, my eyes flashing with defiance. "What do you want, huh?" I spat, my voice low and even. "You want a fight? Because I'm ready to give you one!"

I sprang to my feet, my fists clenched, my body tense and ready for battle. The air was electric with tension as we faced off, our eyes locked in a fierce stare-down.

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on us as we stood there, poised on the brink of an explosion. The only sound was heavy breathing.

Lorenzo's laughter echoed off the walls, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Hahahaha, I knew you'd betray me!" he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "Maybe I should have done the job myself!"

He strode back to his desk, his movements eerily calm but his eyes blazing with fury. Suddenly, he whipped around, a pair of knives flashing in the light as he hurled them in my direction. I dodged just in time, the blades thudding into the wall mere inches from my leaped

My heart raced as I leapt out of the way, my eyes locked on Lorenzo's face, his expression twisted in a snarl. "You're a dead man," he snarled, his voice low and deadly. "You're going to pay for your treachery!"

I took a long drag on my cigarette, blowing the smoke directly into Lorenzo's face. "You should have thought of that before entrusting me with all your dirty secrets and taxes," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "A hitman like me demands respect."

Lorenzo's smile was cold and calculating, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Yes, yes, you're a real professional," he sneered. "That's why I'm telling you to go back and retrieve the disc. Before the police sniff out my ill activities, your own trail of blood leads them straight to my doorstep."

His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Clean up your mess, man. Get the disc, and make sure no one else finds out about our little arrangement. You understand?"

The air was thick with tension as our eyes locked in a silent standoff, the only sound being the soft hum of the cigarette smoke curling around us like a deadly mist.

"I'm not going back there, Lorenzo," I snarled, my voice laced with defiance. "If the disc is that crucial to you, then you can damn well retrieve it yourself."

I turned on my heel and strode out of the warehouse, leaving Lorenzo to tew in his own frustration. I swung sports over my sports bike, the engine roaring to life as I settled into the saddle. The wind whipped through my hair as I sped away from the warehouse, my mind racing with thoughts of Lorenzo's audacity.

My eyes scanned the streets, my gaze homing in on the familiar neon sign of my favorite bar. I pulled into the parking lot, the bike's tires screeching in protest. I yanked off my helmet, my hair disheveled and my eyes blazing with irritation.

" Lorenzo screwed up my day," I muttered to myself, pushing open the bar door. The dim lighting and raucous laughter enveloped me, a welcome respite from the tension that had been building. I slid onto a stool, my eyes scanning the room for a familiar face—anyone who could help me forget the infuriating encounter with Lorenzo.

"Hey, sweetheart!" I called out to the slender black lady, my voice dripping with confidence. Her hair was a mess of brown curls, and her eyes were a piercing hazard. She wasn't my type, but I needed a distraction from Lorenzo's drama.

I sauntered over to her table, my smile charming. "Mind if I join you?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers. I took a seat next to her, my hands brushing against hers and my fingers tracing seductive circles.

"Want to share a whiskey with me?" I whispered, my voice low and husky.

Just as she was about to respond, a guy appeared out of nowhere, his hand slamming down on mine, separating us. "Get your hands off my girl!" he growled, his eyes blazing with possessiveness.

I raised an eyebrow, and my smile never wavered. "She's not your girl, my friend," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But maybe I'll borrow her for the night."

The guy's face reddened, his fists clenched. "You think you're funny, huh?" he snarled, pouring a cup of whiskey over my face.

The crowd gasped, their eyes fixed on us with a mixture of shock and entertainment. I laughed, my eyes never leaving the guy's face. "Wow, you want to play? Let's play."