✴Isabella Marciano POV✴
John wasn't in the suite when I came back from the gym and a little stroll on the beach. All that was waiting for me was a short note on the fridge that said 'check your email'. I sighed, my words affected him too much. A homemade Ricotta and Creamy Chicken Marsala was resting above the kitchen island for me. Now I feel really bad for saying those words to John. He even thought of my dinner after everything.
My tummy grumbled like thunder on a stormy day. I haven't eaten anything other than the breakfast I had with Kon. After taking a shower and removing the stinky smell of sweaty gym from my hair, I sat by the island and ate what John made for me. I opened my phone and checked my email.
It was a job for me. My target is a guy named 'Luis Martinez' and my client is his wife.
After we lost everything when I died, I was pushed to take any job there is for me. All I'm good at is killing people and I do that very well. I wasn't good at cooking or waiting tables of folding clothes. I once tried to become a promodizer for a new hotdog product in California but I ended up strangling the guy who told me that his hotdog was better. Come on, who uses that line these days.
Second to killing people, I'm also good at playing the piano. I applied in a fancy restaurant in L.A. one time but the manager fired me after I played 'SexyBack' for my first performance. The manager lost five of his teeth when I slammed his face on the keys made of ivory when he said Justin Timberlake is overrated. He should be imprisoned for patronizing that kind of custom made piano in my opinion.
One tiring day after searching for a job, I found an old lady crying in some park in L.A. She was cursing her husband for cheating when I asked her why she was crying. She said 'I'd pay fúcking a million dollar for anyone who can kill my husband and his mistress'. I was stunned, I thought that only happens in the movies. Anyway, back to the story, I asked her if she was serious about that offer because I'd take that million. The lady agreed and two days after that I brought her husband's head in his doorstep and his mistress in a suitcase. It was easy millions and she even paid me another half mil just to dispose of the heads.
The words spread from then on. I never thought women who were cheated on would give that amount of money for someone who can kill their husbands. Not everyone wanted cheaters dead though, there are a few that only wanted to mess with their cheating husband's life.
There was one time when I just took evidence about the affair and I got paid two million. Easy peasy and it was a safe zone for me because mafia families are far from that scene and I make enough money for John and I and at the same time, enough for us to save money to support our other plans.
I finished my dinner and I was so... full. John is the best cook in the world.
This Luis Martinez deal was a little sweeter because his wife was willing to pay me five mil just to cut off her husband's d!ck?!
I laughed out loud. What the fúck. I haven't heard of this kind of job before but it's exciting as hell. It's a sweet revenge if you ask me. That was a smart move for her.
Crazy ladies.
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When I laid on my bed that night after doing my nighttime routine, my phone vibrated on the nightstand.
It showed Kon's number.
Sliding the green button, I answered him ''Hey.''
''Agapi mou'' his deep husky voice tickled my tummy. ''Are you busy tonight?''
''I'm about to go sleep, why?''
''Can you come to the lobby?''
He didn't say much as to why I had to meet him down in the lobby but I still changed my clothes. Mom always told me to dress properly whenever I was greeting a guest so I changed my Buttercup onesie to Louis Vuitton dress shirt and Jag fitted jeans. Put chapstick on and tied my hair in a little less neat bun. Everytime I look at my reflection in the mirror, it is as if I am staring at a different person. Yes I've changed, I was forced to change but I still hate my hair. I love my raven hair, it's the only feature I took from Mom and everything else was Dad's. The color of my eyes, the shape of my nose and even the shape of my jaws was Dad's.
I found Kon leaning against the wall of the lift, well he found me actually. It was nine in the evening and he startled me by wrapping his arms around my waist. The hotel staff were giving us a questioning gaze because I squealed like a trapped mouse.
''Kon!'' I whisper yell and my assailant merely chuckled. He planted a kiss on my forehead when he cupped my face, to my nose, both of my cheeks and finally, on my lips. ''What are you doing here? I thought you're on business trip till Sunday?''
''I missed you, agapi'' he was still holding my waist. ''Can't you come with me to Italy?''
I never asked where he was going but I didn't expect that he'll go to that place where I'm bever allowed to set foot on, for now at least.
''John will not be happy if I go with you, you know that.'' I playfully pinched his cheek when he pouted like a child. ''Besides, I have to go to California tomorrow.''
''Why?''
''Business. I have a client who wants me to make a portraits for her husband.'' Kon seemed to take this into consideration, as if I would need his approval. ''Did you have dinner already?'' I changed the subject before he could protest.
''No. Are you gonna cook for me?''
''No... I might burn this whole building to ashes if I go near the kitchen'' that made him chuckle.
''Fine. Have you been to Black's?'' I shake my head. We walked for about ten minutes and we walked inside a pub. It was dimly lit but surprisingly homey inside. All the booths are occupied but Kon led me to a private lounge. A waiter took Kon's order and left us with a glass of wine. ''How is John? Did he get mad at you for sleeping over?''
I sippd my red wine before answering him. ''He did get mad but he's always like that. He's just overprotective sometimes but he'll come around.''
Kon sighed ''I hope he still allow you to come with me in Athens next week.''
''Athens? Why?''
''It's my Dad's birthday and every year Mom throws this party...'' Kon continued to murmur stuff about how he didn't like the parties hosted by his mom but I zone out already. This is a good opportunity for me. If I can get close to Damien at that party and offer him the deal, my job will be a lot easier. ''Red?''
''I'll go. Don't worry about John.''
''Good.''
''Great' it's actually great.
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