In the suite I entered I encountered two unmatched beings, a fairly beautiful woman and an old man making out.
They covered themselves with the white Hotel bed sheets, avoiding the intruder to see their nakedness. They screamed horrifiedly.
"Who are you?"
The gray haired man gathered the courage to speak.
"You definitely don't want to know who I am!"
I retorted back, aiming to inflict as much fear in him from my firm tonality.
On seeing that I had delivered my intended goal and the fear visible in the two unmatched beings which I took pleasure in.
Off I strode to the minibar in huge strides. I opened to see what I would like.
An open bottle of champagne got my attention from the other bottles in the minibar.
I gaped directly from the bottle.
"Don't do anything recklessly to me, I am the finance minister!"
He rattled into introduction as if I needed it. I did not even look at him. What a selfish fucking brat?
I managed to drink the entire content in just one gap.
I breathed out deeply and heavily.
At that same time, I heard exchange of words in hostility sort of arguments.
I came to the conclusion that it must be the cops from my suite and the personal bodyguard of the minister of finance.
I right way broke the bottle just like my beautiful assassin Emma had done.
"Come here?"
I ordered firmly with deep seriousness on my face. He hesitated, I reached out to him and grabbed him by his hand.
I dragged him forcefully near to the window, I initially used to come in.
"Stop it! I am the damn minister of finance, you shall not walk away from this!"
He shrieked out like a child, I cared not for his status, by the way he was naked and he used his hands to cover himself.
The young woman kept weeping, sobbing in extream fear and her soul in complete terror.
"Shut up you wicked bitch!"
I screamed at her in fury, she did irritate me.
The man she just man love with could be older than her father so I did not feel pity or sympathise for her.
She wasn't a saint, righteous or innocent. I saw a blood sinner.
The door got kicked from the outside and five cops rushed in and the personal bodyguard to the finance minister.
"Mr Contratino Chungu, what is the meaning of all this?"
The police officer in charge questioned as they halted after they saw the broken champagne bottle at the neck of the minister of finance.
Little blood began to trickle out.
The five cops had their pistols pointed at me and including the minister's bodyguard's handgun.
"Don't act smart, heroic, motherfuckingbitches or make any step forward or I will reap off his throat just like I did for the other corpse in the other suite."
I threatened as one of them attempted to act stupidly heroic.
It caught not me by surprise that they had already discovered my full names. It implied that my ex family were not far from all this.
They had their hands in all this.
My phone vibrated from my back pocket, automatically I knew that my ride had arrived and at the same time frame I heard more cops heading up the stairs.
I drew it out of my phone from the back pocket, brought it to my left ear and it automatically answered the minute I stuck it there.
"Come to the East of the building, follow the exact point of my GPS pointer. Switch to a convertible and create a safety net on top of you."
I instructed smartly. I had confidence in her, I so well taught her.
My behaviour stunned the cops. To whom did I just talk to? Their gazes simply notified me.
"Mr Contratino Chungu, I urge you to reconsider your decision. Let's solve this problem as civilised people and not…"
"Not what?"
I flung my furnace which brazed into unquenchable anger.
I honestly felt insulted, he totally implied that I wasn't civilised?
"I am in place and all ready."
My beautiful Easter confirmed. I still had the phone on my left ear.
"Great timing, just wait for me a little while."
I said in excitement, "Now you five boys and stupid bodyguard are trying to save this piece of shit. An old man on a young woman, I presume younger than his first daughter. Don't you think you are as pathetic as him?"
I chastened them like children.
"Why do people in power defend wrong doers? There is no justice on this planet. Anyway, don't worry, I won't kill the bastard but I will ask you to leave and close the door. I needed to have a private talk with him."
"What is the assurance that you won't kill him like you did to the other corpse?"
I laughed out loud, he trickled laughter in me.
"You know who I am, why would I kill this piece of shit, an insolent selfish bastard?"
I barked angrily as my patience started growing narrow and slander.
"You just murded a woman in cold blood, what do you expect me to think?"
The negotiating officer accused me in the process.
I chuckled.
"It's not what you think?"
"What is it then?"
He rushed in before I finished my explanation.
"You have really poor communication skills, hustle!"
I rebuked him,certain people have to be taught lessons in their old age.
I saw him not fit to be leading a team of cops. I can only blame the government of the day.
"I didn't murder her in cold blood?"
I denied the accusation.
"I killed her in self defense. She is an assassin hired by my family to kill me. So if I were you I would stay away from certain family conflicts or you will die for nothing in such a vain pursuit."
"Now, back off!"
I demanded increasing the pressure on the neck of the finance minister and more blood flowed. At this point I became so ruthless like a wild beast.