The sounds of birds chirping woke her up. She sat up for a while and stared around before getting on her feet. She stole a glance at the clock, it was 10:00 am, would be very much a busy day, indeed. Furthermore, she glanced at Posson, he was still fast asleep, likewise everyone else. She didn't have an issue with Posson or Scarlett still sleeping up until this time, but Rina? She had a flight to catch.
"Yo! Get up!" Rosa said, shaking Rina. "Get the fuck-up, boys!" She yelled even louder, causing them to wake.
"Good morning, boss." Rina greeted.
"Be ready by 11. Jason would be here to pick us up." Rosa instructed.
The view outside was so beautiful and calm, the morning breeze was cool too. The sun was up, she walked over to the other room, took her bag and stuffed some things which didn't exclude her dagger in its sheath, into her bag.
She lifted her head, and Posson stood in front of her. He quickly bent after she looked away.
"Boss, I'm scared she'd fuck this up." Posson started.
"Is that in any way the best way to greet your boss in the morning?!" Rosa inquired further.
"Sorry, boss."
"Chiudere il becco. Va fa napole!" Rosa yelled, he nodded briefly before walking away.
4 hours later.
They were on their way to the airport, Rosa had made sure Rina had a new look. She had worn her hair in a bun, with a sun shade over her eyes; she had on a black mini gown, underneath a white jacket that hung on her shoulders, with a white scarf over her neck.
"Don't be scared or nervous." She reminded herself as she walked into the airport, rolling her box….her black boots clicked against the tiled floor as heads kept turning towards her direction. She got to the checkpoint and had her things checked, Rosa had already paid for the ticket, so she had to get her stuff checked.
She got in line with the others, waiting for herself to be checked before she could ascend the stairs. It was a lady who was checking them, and she was already starting to get nervous, but she was able to pull herself back and in order.
The lady searched her through for a moment before pausing. The lady looked at her one time and she smiled at her.
She let her pass. Once on the airplane, she texted Rosa that she was in.
*In the car*
She had gotten a code green text from Rina, meaning she was in. She got out of the car and walked right into the airport. She had on black leather pants with a black leather top, and black leather boots and her hair was wavy and black too, with a black lip gloss smeared over her lips. She looked dangerous, yet seductive. She was chewing on gum, noisily.
"Uh, hello, I'm Danica Mahan, and I had a seat reserved for me some days ago." She says. The lady goes through some things before giving her the ticket. "Thanks." She smiled, exposing a white set of teeth behind those black lips.
She grabbed her bag as the smile faded the moment she turned on her heels. She was heading towards the checkpoint.
She walked up to the man when he asked to put her bag in for a check. She did, but she stayed back, seducing him, so he wouldn't see the machine and the contents it displayed from her bag. When he was done checking her bag, she handed him her address….a fake address.
"Come to me whenever you wish, I'd be waiting." She said and blew her gum, eyeing him seductively as she walked past him, shaking her ass.
Once out of his sight, she grabbed her bag rushing and walked away.
The lady checked her, and she walked right into the plane. The place was cool, and people staring at her. She put on her shades and leaned back against her chair as she listened to a song play in her ears.
The airplane had already taken off when she relaxed her nerves. There was a lady in the airplane that kept staring at her, and it made her uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" The lady started, but she ignored her and pretended to be asleep.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your sleep, miss, but do I know you? You look familiar." She said.
Rosa sat up and looked at the lady for a while before a smile played on her lips.
"No…Fottuto pezzo di merda (No. Fucking piece of shit)." She replied with a faint smile.
The flight took a few hours and soon, she was in Chicago.
She alighted the flight with her bags, walked over to the car park, and got into the black car that was already prepared for her.
She took out a paper from her bag and tossed it to the driver. He glanced at it for a while before returning it.
"Know where he lives?" She asked.
"Not physically. Diego booked a reservation for you, a few blocks away from his house, I guess, so, the map says." He replied before driving out.
She glanced at her watch once more, it was 1:22 pm. She leaned against the window, staring at the outside world. He pulled up in front of a large building some minutes later.
She got down, and he helped with her luggage before she walked into the hotel.
"Good day, I booked a reservation here." She says.
The front desk officer quickly rummaged through some files in her computer before lifting her head.
"212?!" She asked.
"Yes," Rosa replied, chewing on her gum noisily.
She followed behind the receptionist as she walked her to the room with her luggage.
The room was colossal, had a king-sized bed, a reading table she mostly wouldn't use, and a tall wardrobe that stood against the wall. The wallpaper was striped black and white and the bed linen was pink. The room had a faint dim blue light on, and a lamp stand stood on the bedside table.
She glanced at the lady, signalling her to leave, using her eyes. The front desk officer quickly got the signal and left shortly after.
She walked over to the king-sized bed and dropped her luggage on it, she walked over to the window shortly after, staring at the view outside. She dialed Diego.
"Code green. I've checked in….would be in the restaurant in the evening, got a tracker on him… I'm pretty sure he's coming in tonight." Rosa informed as she stared out the window.
"Alright, keep me posted," Diego said and hung up.
She walked over to the wardrobe and flung it open. She was meant to find something Diego had connected, she scanned through the wardrobe for a while.
She let out a sigh as she got a hold of the black drive. She stuffed it into her purse and started to pack up.
Mr. Xavier came in as expected, he lived two rooms away from hers. She texted Diego and showered before walking to his room.
She stepped into her black evening gown, it was short and had a slit. Also had an opening in the cleavage area. She took her black purse and glasses and left the room for the restaurant.
She ordered a drink as she waited for his arrival.
Xavier came in, looking so hot…he sat two tables away from her. He had just ordered his meal and was on his phone while waiting for his order to arrive. He didn't look like the social butterfly person, he looked and acted like an introvert that valued his personal space.
She walked over to him and sat across from him on the table.
He lifted his face to meet hers.
"Good evening." She started swiftly as she rolled her hair around her index finger as bit her lower lip seductively.
He gave a flat face in reply.
"Xavier Donovan?" She started as a look of shock graced his face. "Oh, you're popular. I'm a fan. Pardon my manners, Danica…Danica Mahan." She introduced herself as she raised her glass.
"I see. What inspires you to be my fan?" He started.
"Let's say, your manners, how you look, how you behave…I don't know, maybe you've got something that is mine?" She said seductively, emphasizing *how you look·, she bit her lower lip and *perhaps you've got something that is mine*. He chuckled.
"Oh really? And what might it be?" He inquired with a raised brow.
"My heart?" She started sexily.
"Quit flirting, Rosa, do it now!" Diego says.
"Copy that." She murmured.
She got on talking to Xavier.
"I'm getting tired, Xavier….don't you think we should get to your room already?" Rosa asked.
"Sure." He said as we left the place.
He had been waiting for his meal for close to 30 minutes, yet nothing…so he was telling me how annoyed he was with the hotel services.
We walked into his room, it was cold, fanciful, and dimly lit.
I sat on the chair that stood in front of a dresser, he offered me wine…
He had already left his in the room, and I quickly added some sleeping substances to it…
He spent a long in the bathroom and I rummaged through his stuff. He walked into me, sitting in front of the dresser, drinking and smoking.
"Oh, you didn't tell me you smoke, pretty." He said, as his hand mistakenly hit the glass cup that had his drink, causing it to fall…the content spilled and the glass shattered.
"Oh my," I said, intending to clean it up. I bent over to pick up the pieces of glass, but he pulled me up.
"Do you think I'm stupid? What do you want?" He asked.
She chuckled…."Xavier Donovan.....you never learn, do you?" She started.
"I don't understand." He said.
"I want you." She replied…."I want something from you."
"Oh really? How bad do you want me?" He asked.
"So bad, you can never tell." She hovered around him, she halted in front of him. "I'm going to make this quick and easy. I need the documents."
"What documents?" He asked.
She cocked the gun at him…."Give me the documents!" She said.
"What documents? I don't have them anymore. Burned them in a flash drive." He said.
"Means you might have a copy in your desktop or your trash can, huh?" She said, pointing the gun to his head.
"I don't…"
"Want to die?" She asked softly.
"The wardrobe….the desktop, it's there. The information is unaltered." He said.
She walked over to the wardrobe to search for it.
Xavier stood there, perplexed as to why a hot, beautiful girl would be engaged in this kind of lifestyle. He had a chance to move or do something funny or lie to her and give her the fake information, but for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to do such.
She spun around with the gun in her right hand and the laptop in the other. She placed it down on the bedside table and turned it on. She inserted the flash in and scanned through some files in the laptop before finding the exact file.
"What more do you know about Isle?" She asked as she burned the files.
"Nothing, why exactly are you doing this?" He asked.