Donald's POV
"Perfect!!!" A loud happy scream escaped from my lips. But caution it as I stylishly put myself in control. Thankfully, I was alone in this black Ferrari 812 model.
This lady held me curious in the blink of sight. I shoved out my phone, and zoom in to have her perfect pictures.
At what next she does, my lips got parted and refused to close for a moment.
The Lady flexibly strode her fingers across Frisco's arm as she toss to his back. A salacious seductive smile was broad on her face.
Damnit! Frisco…! That as$hole would have gotten a boner… certainly.
Within a blink, her face turned serious and blazed at him ferociously. Her snaking fingers tussled onto Frisco's wrist and in a short bit, his entire front strongly pressed against the car. One of her hands pulled his head to the glass captively, while she kicked his legs like a footballer.
Frisco was down kneeling within a breath. Soundly, his front slid down against the car.
Oh My Goodness! I covered my lips from the shock that this live drama was providing me.
Was that my Frisco? My able-bodied hand-man? He was defeated by that slender girl… and couldn't struggle at all? Was he out of his senses or I was dreaming?
This is ridiculous! There is no way I would interfere.
No f*cking way!
Once Frisco was crushed down to his knees, the lady gazed around suspiciously. Then, flicked her edge hand against Frisco's back neck, quickly.
Right away, he slumped to the ground paralyzingly.
My drooling lips forcefully closed and my hand involuntarily shoot several photos.
I must have this bewildering memory intact.
Who was she? An assassin! A professional one?
The girl ended up leaving me on the edge hooked by the motion at which she board the car again.
I could smell expertise in her skill.
Her entire femininity climbed Frisco and somersaulted into the car through the already whined-down glass.
She speeds off at an alarming rate.
"This one got you thrilled, Don!"
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Melissa's POV
More and more my day started ruining. I've vowed not to go overboard but my blood always bubbles at every damn insult. I just could not bear it.
The last mess-up I did back in Germany got my Aunty annoyed. It was how I dealt with some set of bullies who had been bullying a friend of a friend of mine. She came to me for help because I once helped her.
All my stayed overseas, I had no intimate friendships but I have a lot of acquaintances. Perhaps due to the reason that I still have a good friendship with Alice and Kelly despite residing in a different country.
I became popular because I couldn't condone terrorism of any kind. This made me fight for the weak ones always and of course, they peer with me in return but...for a short while.
The same goes for that girl. I just deal with those barbarians, cruelty.
It was the worst decision I ever made. I sent some set of goons to them not knowing they would go beyond my instructions. One of those girls was defiled in the process...brutally. A week later, I was investigated because the goon's boss confessed, seemingly because I refused to balance them up for what they did.
The worst judgment I ever committed to a fellow mate. I should have just dealt with them smartly. I regretted it and want a change of heart henceforth.
After the investigation, I was given a week's probation in the school as a punishment for engaging with goons while the other way around, no physical evidence pointed to me as the real culprit.
The aftermath was that I couldn't resume as my father sent me back home.
I shouldn't be blamed, he was my father and his mafia blood runs in my veins!
Yet, it wasn't wise of him to think marrying me off would be the best way to punish me. Did he think that would solve this heritable venomous poison inside of me?
F*ck! That car has been following me since.
My driving pace increased and became unpredictable. It was four lanes wide, therefore, I could drive as I want. At some time, I drove unexpectedly slow, causing commotion along the busy road. The fast flash of cars was bypassing while I trapped that f*cking car in between the hold-up I created.
Once the commotion became obvious, I speed up faster. Surpassing several vehicles. Unending noisy horns littered the air and with the rage of not getting caught by the police or the man, I kept accelerating.
Soon, I spotted a junction with a turn path. I pressed on the brake badly. My car swiveled at a spot. With a fair reverse, I stirred the steering verily and divert into the junction.
Yet, the car was following me with every crazy step I took.
The rollercoaster of my speed had created so much havoc on the highway and I prayed, at this point, police should not involve.
Seems that man wanted to die for real. He'd have spare life. That hard flick should make him sleep for like 30 minutes or more.
Does that mean he has someone in the car with him? Or he does know how to control the effect of that knockout?
This would have been fun if I wasn't late to attending the conference. I speed so damn high while my GPRS kept calling to my attention that I missed the right pathway.
"I know… get your mouth shut off!"
I roughed my way into the street. I horned the car to have people cleared from my path. —It was condensed with people trading different goods, yet narrow, and damn rough with a lot of potholes.
It lasted several minutes to get through it. I was hypertensively hoping it have an ending. I doubt that madman still follows me.
Looking through the rear mirror, a cursed breath let out of my lips. F*ck! he still does.
Different eyes from their respective cottages concentrated on us. Suddenly, their curse and wails turned into praises and that made me stunned.
The goosebumps I felt were the same as when I was belting a Race Game.
Those bitches make this damn fun for me and I laugh out hilariously.
Upfront, I saw the long awaiting end of the street shaping into a U-turn. "Yeah!" I screamed as my stomach twitched with happiness.
Once I got there, I was so fortunate that the next leading road held several parked cars along the street.
Omg! I'm saved!!!
I slow down and silently park amid some white cars. This was the camouflage means I could do to save myself. I turn off every good damn thing that could be implicative and lay low inside my Lexus RX350.