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Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Mona

I left the house after breakfast and the first thing I did was buy a new phone. I called a few numbers and gathered my needed information and then disposed the phone off.

The next stop was shopping mall. I have been so mal-dressed these few days that even if I don't like it I can't anymore delay buying a few clothes for myself.

I picked up a few informal tees and pants to wear in the house and a dress for tonight's venture. Generally I do net shopping as I am not very sociable but this time it's different. I don't want to give up on my current hiding address, which will also be very dangerous for the person whose house I am in.

Anyways, I get everything packed and steal a gentleman's card to pay for all the expenses. Yeah, I kind of become a thief when situation calls for it and so I keep the card with me for my next stop.

The hotel food tasted amazing after having tasteless food for about 3 days now. I looked at the dress that I had took out and laid by my side to wear tonight.

Jenny took care of these things for me as I had no sense of fashion whatsoever. I don't know how this will turn out but I just hope they don't recognize me or to the drain will go my plan.

I sighed for the nth time looking at my image in the mirror. The navy blue v-neck dress hugged my fair skin and ended above my thighs. It did show my cleavage a bit more than I would have liked but as long as this entices my prey I don't mind.

The cab stopped in front of a lighted building that flashed a neon 'Originals' above its entrance. I made my way inside and the stench of cigarettes and liquor hit me hard. I made my way towards the bar and with a drink in my hand roamed my eyes in search of my target.

"So, you visit here often?" He threw a trick question.

I knew he comes here daily and was just making sure that I wasn't here to get to him. Lying right now would get me killed so I told the truth.

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"No. What about you?"

It's been 15 minutes since my target walked right to me and started eating my head up with his useless chattering. After one glance at the scar on my forehead he suspected me and started asking these suspicious questions.

I have to wrap this up quickly. If anybody notices me with him, I will be as good as dead.

His foul breathing mouth made me gag every single time he opened his lips but this was part of the job.

About 10 minutes more and he folded his hand around my waist and guided me through the crowd. We walked to a secluded corner in the club where there was a standalone room. So, this was the place he carried his illegal transactions from.

He locked the door behind us and I took that as a cue to start the action.

I grabbed his throat with one hand and with the other blocked his hand that was coming to punch me. I pushed him to the wall and started to strike his abdomen with my knee.

The man was heavy and stood a hand taller than me but I had the fast reflexes.

When he started to stumble I let his hand and throat go and focused solely on punching his face from both sides.

He used his hands to block my punches and out of nowhere I felt a hard slap on my cheek that made me hit the table across the room and wince in pain.

"You bitch. I knew something was off with you." He came closer and grabbed my hair trying to pull me off the ground.

I stood up and took this chance to kick hard between his legs. This always works like a charm.

"You maniac!" He held his member and backed away.

I jumped behind him and captured his neck tightly in a loop. Slowly his breathing became shallow and finally it stopped. He was dead.

I sat on top of his lifeless body and respired heavily. I need to get out of here before his men start searching him.

Out of the room I walked straight to the ladies room. "Shit!" My face is starting to turn purple now. I take the concealer out of my purse and give a touch up to my face.

With my head down I took fast steps towards the exit of the club. I passed by a crowd and heard people laughing hysterically.

'What's so funny?' I gave a quick glance towards the scene and stopped abruptly.

'Idiot? What was he doing here?' He was being pushed by two guys while the people around them laughed in amusement.

One of the blonde girl standing there giving dirty smiles looked exactly like the chick I saw yesterday at his house, his girlfriend. Was this all her doing? Her friends perhaps?

This has nothing to do with me and I seriously am not the kind to meddle in some stranger's issues but then why can't I seem to avert my eyes glued to the scene? Why can't I hold the anger bubbling inside me? Why can't I stop my feet from moving towards him?

Halfway there and my eyes widened in horror. One of the trouble guys was getting ready to punch the idiot.

I reached near them at the nick of time and blocked the attack which I am very sure would have bloodied Idiot's innocent face.