I puffed on my cigarette and let its smoke flush all over his face. He lowered his head and suggested,"Why don't we kill that woman who made you like this?"
"Brutal!" I groaned hearing his childish words. Like how can I even let go off that woman who took away my playtoy. I surely make sent her back to her rip lover. I loosen my grip on Triston's collar and stepped inside my Roll Royce that was waiting for me. The spot I took for performing my murderous act was an abandoned buliding site which was owned by my dad.
I heard the cursing of my dad's men in the distance and I smiled knowing that they were cleaning the mess I just made.
My phone started vibrating , I dug my hand under my handbag that was near my seat. I looked at the screen of the damn device.
"Holy crap! Dad is calling me."
I let out a yell.
"Triston get inside, hurry, we need to finish our target before my dad reaches me ."
