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They clinked their glasses and took a shot of scotch as planned earlier, there was only a faint smile in both faces at the moment.
"Feels good! Wanna take a look at that document though? I think you should!" Castro opted as she squeezed her lips swiftly.
"Roscoe is such a deuce bag!" She told her eyes and continued, she read through the documents. Documents of a the client Roscoe had provided earlier. "Fuckin Scotty! Hmm! I hope it's not what I'm suspecting..." She stated
"So many guys out there go by the name Scott...Scotty...there's a lot out there!"
"Dickson's got a friend Scotty, so..." She snapped "Who's a big shot by that name aside Scotty!" He said almost defiantly
"No doubt but I'm sure he's the one..."
"...So what if he's the one?" He scoffed "His ass is not too tough for you to handle. Its Dianne I've got right here not a bitch out there! C'mon, who's getting you this loose?" He teased them she ticked his side playfully
"Damn you Castro, damn you!"
They laughed but the only thing Castro could see was sparks of love in the air.
Anyone who has probably come across these two was assured of one thing, death. They were hard on people out there but not to themselves, it was the only moment they got to be who they are. There was an awkward silence for some seconds.
"Do you think that the Don is gonna be manipulable?" He asked
"Castro?" She turned to him fully then patted his thigh swiftly "You really seem to forget that Dianne rules this fuckin world, huh? He likes me so much, he trips the moment I'm in. In a little while Castro, he thinks I'm THE ONE!" She bragged comfortably then turned towards the wine cellar. He was impressed but not as expected, he was getting insecure over the Don's closeness towards her. He tried to hide his disdain.
"You're a hella killer, baby! I always had my trust in you...still got so many." He blurted out
"I know right!" She smiled tightly
"What if he falls in love with you, would you love him back?" He fired, she rubbed her neck swiftly.
"What else am i gonna do? Go with the flow!" She snapped
"You're gonna reciprocate it?" He asked, he could feel the hair on his skin aggravating. They sprouted. She sarcastically replied
"I'm no catch for love you know that. Sometimes I feel I'm a sorta bad bitch and guess what? I love what i do! I just got to do it!" She snapped
"I was thinking," he held her both wrists and proceeded "that after this 'Don Thing', we could just go away, start a new life, do something crazy and a lot legitimate. We are gonna get lots of dirty cash from this gig which could change our whole thing...we'd just..." She interrupted him instantly, she was getting pissed off already
"Okay Okay Castro, enough already! I know that you want something different but that's not Dianne! I'm not that perfect girl Castro, this is Dianne. I'm just a woman that's too selfish,, I want everything to myself Castro, I don't care about anyone, not even you!" She stated almost coldly then she turned away. He understood what she was talking about but he wanted her to understand him too.
"Is that what you think about everything, about you?" He asked calmly "If you disregard yourself that much, well I don't! You're better than this but I guess you know what's best though." He added
"Castro? Its not what you think, I just...I just got a lot going on right now! I've got a big plan and I'm working on it!" She snapped, she was unshakably fixated on the Don's wealth, no matter how weary she feels.
"This is a lot of risk to handle alone, you just gotta be safe out there! If he acts funny then I got no option!" He added defensively
"I know darling. You'd always remain special." She said rubbing his beards, he beamed. "I still don't like Roscoe, we have to act fast...sooner!" She teased but she meant it.
12:16pm,
He drove depot to her apartment, she held the door handle ad he she was about to leave, he held her arm abruptly
"Be safe out there!" He said in concern, he kissed her on the lips swiftly.
"You don't get enough of my lips, do you ever?" She teased ad she made her way out of the car, he watched her enter her apartment the he drove off.
She peeped at her mother who was deeply asleep alongside Layla, who laid abreast. She made her way into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator then served herself some dessert. She sat by the counter, and scooped on it. She cleared the bowl, she washed everything she had messed up then finally made her way to her bedroom. She sunk into her bed, taking off her heels then massaged her toes, she sighed out in distress. She got rid of her clothes to have a quick shower, the alcohol smell and stickiness irritated her.
She walked out of the shower with a towel tied around her chest while she used a hand dryer on her drenched dark silky hair. She slid into a white silky mini nightie after a body treatment routine. She slid under the duvet then decided to check out her phone before retiring to bed.
*Can we meet up tomorrow?*
The Don texted them she replied
*I'll let you know when I'm done!*
She replied then smiled at herself, in her terms, her plans were beginning to fall in plans. It became personal to her than Roscoe's demands. They wanted a huge part of his wealth but she wanted his entire wealth. The thought of this made her fluster not the man in possession of it. Her emotions were buried, she was eager to satisfy her financial and luxurious desires.
The next day, several hours gone.
She walked into her closet and handpicked a new black lingerie, she placed it over chest and stared at her reflection In the mirror.
"Always stunning," she whispered to herself "just for their downfall and soon, Mr Don, you'd be a forgotten story!" She concluded underneath her breath.
Now she had gotten fully dressed, as well as a pair of black bottom heel, she took a last state at herself, smiling at herself endowment. She died her hair neatly into a bun, she reached for her black leather coat buckling the belt. She then reached for her bag ticking her phone into her bag, she sighted her credit card on the table beside her bed, she didn't pay full attention to that direction. She pulled out the drawer then took her dagger, she sniffed it like she was studying it then tucked it into bag too.
As soon as she walked out of her bedroom, Ana stood in her way. Dianne folded her arms with a stern look.
"I'm actually surprised that you haven't died yet!" Dianne blurted out
"How could I die since you've added a handful to my survival, DiDi!" Ana responded coldly, she was livid. She whooped, Dianne scoffed.
"Fair enough huh? You should get the hell out my way Ana, I'm running late!"
"You should at least eat something and besides where are you going Dianne, you returned home late and now you are leaving? Don't you think that's too much stress?" She asked in concern
"Why does it bother you Ana, where do you think that I got that cash to pay off your medical bills?" Dianne asked, Ana was silent. "Of course, you'd always act dumb stricken! You are actually one of the reasons why father died..." Dianne blurted out disrespectfully as Ana raised her hand to hit as Dianne held onto it in defiance.
"Did you really think that I'd let you? Nah! Don't try that again. Mom!"
She walked away after letting her hand fall
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Dianne and Castro sat some distance away, Katrina had informed them about Scotty arrival, all they had to do was look closely and stay alert. Two men walked in with a few securities, they already had reservations, Dianne's eyes roamed about until it found it's destination while Castro tried to connect the wireless in-ear Bluetooth.
"Castro? Its Scotty!" She stirred them he looked up
"The same Scotty you fuckin spoke about last night!" He asked for clarification
"That's his ass!" She snapped "Are you ready, honey!" She said as she wore mask to hide her identity.
"Of course!" He handed her the Bluetooth as she tucked it into her right ear and he did the same. She wrote a short note on a sticky note then handed it right yo the waiter she called.
"I'd appreciate it it gets to him!" She motioned her head in their direction.
*Please don't say no!*
She scribbled. She instructed the waiter to pour the most expensive whiskey into his glass. Castro had exited the area, watching from a farther distance.
She fixed her eyes on him making sure he read and drank from his glass, Scotty looked in her direction giving a witty affirmative smile, his friend took a glance too. Dianne waved from where she was seated. She watched him whisper to his friend, smiling. He gave his friend a slight punch then started in her way.
"Are you there, Castro?" She spoke underneath her breath
"Yes gorgeous! Play safe!"
"Watch me run the game!" She said.
Scotty approached as he sat next to her.
"Hey handsome, forgive my manners. Did you like that brand anyways? I thought that you'd fancy it?!" She said
"Better than I thought, you look sweeter and I can tell that you taste....sweetest!" He said flirtatiously, she beamed.
"I should really appreciate women like you, it's hard to find one like you!"
"Sorry you mean?" She asked feigning
"Which woman buys a man a drink? And expensive too?" He said in awe
"I love to stand out!" She snapped
"Oh Er, I'm Scotty!" He stretched for a handshake, she kissed him on the cheek. He was melting away
"I'm your dream girl!" She said
"You...are...mind blowing!" He said almost stuttering as she rubbed his thighs.
"What exactly have you heard about dream girls? Bad or evil?" She asked but looked a little bit confused "Scary huh?! Don't worry, I'm not evil, I'm only a bad ass!" He teased as he laughed. She made sure she seduced him by her smiles, eye contact, her body language. She unbuckled her belt, for him to have a better view of her assets. Yes, she caught his attention, his eyes wandered religiously back and forth.
"Its actually getting stuffy in here!" She fanned herself
"Wanna go private? To cool off?" He opted with a smirk
"That's not a bad idea!" She accepted adjusting coat a little. She took her bag along as they walked out sight.
"Room 257, gorgeous!" Castro said through the in-ear.
She lured Scotty into the room, closing the door behind her. She pushed him to the available seat, he dropped into it. He loved her sassy aura. She slowly took off her coat, she flung it to the bed, he bit his lips. He cock throbbed, her body physique got him aroused. He attempted to stand up but she stopped him.
"Champagne's loaded!" Castro said, she smirked. It was all planned out.
There was a bottle of champagne and champagne glasses. She poured some into a glass then fed him instead, he didn't reject. He took a full gulp.
"Not yet my boy, a little patience huh?!" She said as she tilted his face towards hers. Her legs were wrapped around him, gently caressing him. She took out his wallet unknowingly to him threw it behind, his mind and attention was fixed on the meat he was dying to eat.
"Let's get this over with..." He said fondling her boobies, she wasn't comfortable with that. She doesn't go intimate with any man, yet even on her job. She retracted then he attempted to draw her closer as she reached for the dagger in her bag, he was startled to see that.
"C'mon shorty, we ain't done yet! I bet you use that on bad guys huh?!" He blurted out sarcastically
"You wanna test me?" She asked sternly, he came forth with a smirk then she kicked him between his thighs, he squinted and squatted in pain holding his cock then pushed him to the ground. She reached for his wallet then his phone demanded that he unlocks the lock. He was defiant, she cut through his chest not deeply
"You could have stayed on your lane, Scotty! You were about to cheat on your wife, Nina." She said to him, he was bleeding, plus the drowsiness from the drugs that was diluted into his champagne. He was gasping heavily for air
"Castro? Come over!" She said. She wiped her dagger on his clothe, staring at him into the eyes with a smirk.
"You are...Who are you? What do you want?" He asked, she laughed.
Castro walked in instantly like he's been behind the door
"Its easy Scotty, your cash!" Castro said. Dianne handed the phone over to him then squatted next to him. "Just a fingerprint and you get to live or even apologize to Nina!" Castro stated calmly
"Suck my di..." Castro didn't let him finish, she threw a slap on his face.
"I've got this whole scene recorded, so don't fuckin play smart and strong. I'm gonna ask you one last time, your fuckin finger on the sensor!" Castro demanded. While Dianne wore her coat back then she tucked her dagger into the strap around her thighs. Scotty had no choice than to download they demanded. Castro transfered the necessary information to his phone and threw Scotty's phone him. Castro retrieved the camera he placed on the wall and turned to Dianne
"Let's go!" Castro said while Dianne she reached for the intercom, grabbed on the receiver and dialed 911.
"Emergency!! Daze Hotel, room 257!" She disconnected the call as Castro smashed the telephone, they rushed out out of the room.
They acted normal outside the room, they stopped at the reception meanwhile the masks had been taken off.
"How may I help sir?" The receptionist asked with an amicable courtesy
"You might wanna check on room 257, I heard a man screaming for help!" They walked away as the receptionist looked perturbed.
They flopped Castro's car and exited the premises, they made sure that there wasn't a trace or clues, the job was neatly carried out.
On the other hand, Scotty's friend and securities realized that he had taken longer than usual, they reported to the hotel manager.
"We just got a report from a man and woman, about him. Room 257!"