Karma is a bitch!
I swore I'd launch a book with that title.
Grandad was going to get discharged tomorrow,and funny enough,I was against it.
JoJo just returned and was pumped over the fact that he just got a call from the red hair at the new Year's Eve party.
Turns out he gave her his number,and oddly,she actually called him up,even after seeing JoJo drunk, that is to say, JoJo at his highest level.
There must definitely be something wrong in her head.
"True,did I forget to tell you,the red hair called! She actually called me"
"Yes Jo, you've said it before"I said,he had said that sorry not less than six times. Today.
He went to the mini fridge and got a can of coke,he slumped on the couch,and turned on the TV.
I took the remote and turned it off.
"What the..."
"JoJo,we need to go through some things"I said,he almost choked on the coke.
"You're pregnant?"he asked his eyes widened,I threw my sneakers at him.
"You just went all serious on me. So,True,what's the issue?"
God! Why does my best friend have to be such an idiot.
"I need you to move out"
"Hold up! Is this about the pretend girlfriend! True,for Christ sake,you were the one who wanted her"JoJo stated,in disbelief.
"Yh,but,in order to keep up the lie,I'll need to convince grandad,that am serious about the relationship"
"And how does kicking me out help that roadblock?"JoJo asked,adjusting his position,he had his serious expression on.
"Jo,he won't believe that am in love with a girl,and am moving in with her..."
"Moving in...when did we talk about that!"JoJo yelled.
"That's not the point Jo"I said,bringing him back to the matter at hand.
"Then what is the point?"he asked,and folded his arms.
"Grandad won't believe that I would live with my girlfriend and my best friend in the same house"I said.
"Why won't he?"
"JoJo,for crying out loud,be reasonable,don't blow things out of proportion"I cautioned.
"Out of pro..."he said making his pitch increase.
"True,I live here. And now,you expect me to move out of my house,and let some strange woman live here..."
"When you say it like that it sounds gay"I said,he shook his head from side to side.
"How far are you gonna go with this lie?"JoJo asked.
"Support me,and get the hell out"I said,and got off the couch.
"Where the hell am I gonna live!"he asked,"You'll figure it out,but you need to go"I said and left to my room.
I had to start some redecorating,to make it seem like it had that feminine touch,grandad is so obsessed about.
*********
Eight PM
JoJo held unto his duffle bag,his other things were already loaded in the taxi.
He pouted,acting like a child,it's hard to figure out that this man was a cold blooded ruthless assassin.
"JoJo"
"True"
We looked at each other for a brief moment.
"Am sure you'll find a place"I said to comfort him.
"On such short notice?"
"It's for grandad"I reminded him.
"Dude,just don't screw it"he said,and left.
"I don't intend to"I replied myself,and sighed,the things I do for that bastard.
*********
Anon sent me the address of the man am supposed to assassinate.
In our line of work,we know nothing about the person we kill, we're the assassins all we do,is show up and reduce the population of the world by one, sometimes more.
The man stayed in a hotel ,I decided to kill him quickly,and without being traced.
And thankfully,there was no JoJo around to question me about my whereabouts.
I took a cab to the hotel,and paid the driver,I told him to keep the change,something I derived pleasure from.
Grandad trained me from his peasant earnings of being a chauffer,hence,I tend to want to patronise those in that line of work.
The hotel was a five star hotel.
Tight security.
"I'd like to book a room"I said to the receptionist,she was french.
"Your card"she said,I gave her my card,and she charged me.
"Room 168"she said,and handed me a key,"the elevators that way"she said.
"Aren't you just a cute little thing"I said,she blushed,"Merci"she said.
"I just love how you say that word,you should speak your language more often"I said.
She blushed.
"You wanna join me?"I asked.
"Stop it!"she said,and I chuckled,"at least drop your number"I said.
She was easy to play,she dropped her number,and I seized the pen.
She smiled,and I put the pen in my front pocket.
"Till then"I said and winked at her.
I went into the elevator,and lodged in my room.
I brought out a little plastic bag,and stuffed it inside my socks.
There was an event downstairs,half of the staff was working the party,and my lucky bastard stayed in his room,the whole night.
**********
The party was lively,the waiters were on their toes each passing second,they all emerged from the room,at the end of the hall.
Without drawing too much attention to myself,I went into the room.
There was only one waiter inside,"you aren't supposed to be in..."but before he could finish his sentence,I knocked him out unconscious.
I pulled him into a meat locker,the place was cold,he would wake up in a matter of minutes,at least the cold would help his headache.
I slipped on his clothes,they weren't a perfect fit,like the shit in movies.
It was a bit tight,but I had to make do.
The first two buttons flew out,and the sleeves refused to be fastened.
I rolled them up a bit,but I looked like a monkey in a clown suit.
Not my best undercover look.
I tried to find at least one of the buttons,but heard some muffled sounds behind me.
A lady was struggling with her waitress uniform."Why the hell...Why the hell..."she chanted rhythmically in an apologetic tone.
Her button flew out,and landed in front of my foot.
"Bloody hell!"she said,and without being told twice,I knew that voice,that was Joe. I turned around to confirm my suspicion.
She was shell shocked,I was astonished,"What the hell are you doing here!"we both chorused.
"Why the hell are you here!"We both said at almost the same time.
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