Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
The chilly night air flutters the flames from the fire pits situated near each sitting area. The liquor flows endlessly and adds to the warmth. A pop song has everyone in the center dance floor, except for a few ladies slinking around our table. The guys sit on the opposite sides of us. Suyoung hasn’t taken her eye off Victor, even as she sits next to me.
Victor tries to coax me into dancing with him. I avert my gaze from him so that I won’t make a fool of myself on the dance floor. Floundering for something to divert my attention from Victor’s hypnotic stare, I give Suyoung the ol, New Yorker, “How you doin’?” line. Hell, I’m the shy one, so shoot me.
In response, she whips out her cellphone, fingers tapping.
“Okay.” I rub the bridge of my nose.
Graham is on the opposite side of her, running his hand over her arm. He says something in her ear.
“I want to dance.” Suyoung pops up from the seat.
Graham starts to rise.
“No, not with you, Graham, with your brother,” Suyoung replies. Though a vocalist's crooning elevates in pitch, you can physically hear the crushing of Graham’s spirit.
Victor shrugs and gets up. Now this self-centered bastard won’t even look me in the eye as he takes Suyoung’s hand. I grab my flute of champagne and down the bitter drink. I’m not a drinker, so hopefully, tipsiness can overtake the desire to act out of character. As they walk away, I take myself out of the equation, heart crushed for Graham.
I mumble, “Graham . . .”
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes.
“What have you done wrong?” My eyebrows knead together. And of course, the music changes again. The DJ gratifies the diverse crowd, now offering a sultry ballad. I glare at our dates, asking, “Does Victor do this all the time?”
Graham lifts his double shot of vodka and downs it in a single gulp. That’s answer enough.
14
VICTOR
Suyoung’s sleek body molds into my arms. The music transitions, and I’m considering whisking Suyoung farther into the crowd.
“Ahh, long time no see, Victor.” Suyoung slips into Thai.
“Yes, very . . . long . . . time,” I reply dryly, brushing up on the language.
While Graham divulged my first name prior to me giving him the signal that we’re amongst enemies, I’m positive my wayward brother guarded his surname, and I suspect Suyoung lacks the resources to unveil it.
“Sweet, tiny girl on your shoulder this evening. I thought you liked them taller, exotic.” Her thin eyebrow rises.
“Fancy breathing?”
“I do.” She flashes a grin.
“Refrain from ever mentioning Luxury again,” I declare as my fingers grip the small of her back.
From appearances, Suyoung is flirtatiously laughing at my warning. Nestling her cheek on my chest, she murmurs, “Remember the time in Rome. Best fuck Fuyoung and I ever had.”
“I don’t recall.” I offer a cocksure smile. Another round of exaggerated laughter exits Suyoung’s wide mouth. I feel Luxury’s eyes penetrate my spine while I play the cat-and-mouse game with one part of the Siamese Twins, a Thai assassin duo. Suyoung was too foolish to lie about her name on our first encounter. Also, a bit of recon, confirmed the cunt and her sister’s identities via facial recognition. Instead of exploring the area for Fuyoung, I attend to the meeker of the two.
“I expired the witness for the US presidential scandal.” Suyoung brags while brushing her cheek against my chest. The effect has my cock at attention, and she’s licking her lips in awareness. “Your scent is to die for.”
“Yes, that witness.” I revert to her earlier statement. “I grew bored searching for alternative ways to murder the president’s little secret. To be blunt, I had a reasonable number of cunts in Rome. I still don’t recall fucking the two of you. A hydro bullet right here,” I run my hand through her hair while my thumb presses the center of her forehead, “always does the trick. Still, the monotony of it all ruins the kill.”
A thunderstorm lights in her dark eyes. “Hahahaha, well, I’ll be sure to consider something more creative for Luxur—”
I inject a lethal serum equipped within my Rolex watch into the pulsating carotid artery at her neck. Suyoung’s body tenses as liquid fire scorches through her veins. Paralyzed, Suyoung slumps into my arms. Her extremities, then her organs, and last, her heart fails her.
“Take her toward the west exit of the rooftop.” Burt’s voice emits from the diminutive transmitter in my ear. “I’m already searching for the little minx’s twin.”
“Bravo, Burt.” As we exit the dance floor, Suyoung appears to be a very drunk yet leggy, dark angel in my arms.
“Victor, turn left. You’ll see a shaft in which to dispose of the riffraff.”
I discreetly observe my surroundings. Although on a rooftop, taller buildings border the perimeter. I’m confident Burt has orchestrated my every move as Suyoung falls into the dark hole.