KILL ORDER
1396 Words
CHAPTER 28: KILL ORDER
“Grace Roswell, huh?” Conrad chuckled.
He was inside his office, amused by the reports that Moore brought to him. It contain photographs, and everything that he wanted to know about Grace. That particular woman who fill his yearnings the other night.
She has never been married even at the age of 25, but that doesn’t mean she haven’t had any dirty little secret to keep for herself.
Conrad was surprise when he read something on her file, “She had been seeing her sisters husband?” He mused, flicking the photographs one by one.
There she is—on a fancy date with David, an intimate moment inside his own house, where Raquel was. She’s not afraid, but what made him interested more is the fact on how she have the leverage, although she isn’t the wife.
“Seems like I’ll be enjoying my stay here, while I am not yet being thrown—”
There is aca sudden knock from his door.
Conrad rolled his eyes.
“I told you not to disturb me, didn’t I? “ He was annoyed.
But it only doubled, when he heard daunting footsteps heading to his direction.
“I said—” But the moment he lifted his head, he become stunned. “Erika?”
The grinning woman in front of him did not wait for another minute, she runs on the other side where Conrad was and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
“I miss you!” Erika breathed in. His scent filled her senses.
Conrad recovered from his shock, “What are you doing here? And how comes…I thought you weren’t supposed to be here, Erika…?”
Now’s not the good time.
Erika pulled from her hug.
“Well, guess what?” The smile remain on her lips.
“What?”
“Your mother thought that it would be great if I was here.” Erika chuckled. “I never knew you had been telling stories about me to her, Alex. When she contacted me, I was really surprised!”
His mother contacted Erika?
“And my son seems surprised either that you are here, Erika.” And there she is, Lauren walked towards them with a smile on her lips as if she didn’t know what’s going on. “I’m sorry if I didn’t t you, son. I wanted to surprise you, since I am worried that you missed her dearly.”
She’s weird about him? It was pathetic, but Conrad knew that she isn’t. Lauren bring Erika here to make him her puppet. She never told her once who Erika was, but knowing her connections, Conrad did not wonder more.
Is it her way of telling him that she has the power over to Conrad?
“That’s alright, Ma’am, even I was surprised when you reach out to me in state.” Erika clings on his arms.
Conrad remain frozen on his spot. His eyes that were once filled with confusion hardened.
He eyed his mother with the same intensity.
“I guess Conrad have to say something.” Erika nudge him on his side.
Conrad clenched his jaw.
“Thank you.” Through clenched teeth, he said. It was cold, yielding contempt.
“You’re welcome, son.” Lauren chuckled, she smiled sweetly. “But I must go, I still have an afternoon meeting. You two enjoy yourselves, especially you, Erika.”
“I will, Tita.”
When Lauren left, she gave Conrad one last longing look before the door shut down behind her.
It was that look that was telling him not to mess up or he’ll face the cost greatly.
“Damn it!” He couldn’t contain his anger.
Erika jolt when he slammed his palms on his table.
“Alex!” She gulps upon seeing his face.
It was dark. His eyes are glaring daggers to the closed door.
“Why do you need to be here?” When Conrad averted his eyes to her, she felt fear crept on her arms.
“Alex—”
“Don’t call me that name again!” He growled.
Erika stepped back. The look of confusion plastered on her eyes, “I—Is something wrong? Do we have a problem?”
Petrified, when he stalked her, Erika couldn’t help, but take a few steps, walking away from Conrad.
“What happened to you?” Her eyes watered.
When her back touches the wall, Conrad faced her. He caged Erika between his arms on each side of her head.
“You are the problem here.” Each words he uttered tore her heart into pieces.
She wasn’t the only one suffering from the same pain. Conrad was, but he can’t let her see it. Erika was a woman he deeply cared for, and he wouldn’t let his mother to harm her.
But pushing Erika away is much harder than she thought
Her eyes watered. Tears fell from them sliding through her rosy cheeks. She was looking to his eyes, searching for an answer, but she got none.
“Don’t you like me anymore?” She whispered, her voice is full of sadness. “Did you find a woman…already?” Distraught drips the moment her eyes laid towards the scattered photograph on top of his table.
She’s not wrong. Oh god, how she wish she was, but she is not. Grace Roswell’s photo indicate that she isn’t the only one that Conrad cared for anymore.
“I see…” Erika bitterly said.
When she lifted her head, she forced smile, “I should have never been here, is that it?”
“Yes.” In spite of, Conrad became Frank. “You shouldn’t be here, and I wanted you to leave…now.”
“I should have realized that I don’t man nothing to you, Alex.” She but her lips.
Erika harshly brushed her tears.
She is not needed here.
“Well then, you shouldn’t have told your mother about me.” Pang shoots through her chest.
When she turned around, Conrad did not top her.
He let her leave, walking through the door with her shattered heart as if it was really a goodbye.
But in fact, it is.
Goodbye, Alex. Erika whispered. The moment that she reached the elevator and it was shut closed, her expression changes. The pain disappear, and there is this grudge longing, yearning to be released.
“Tch. A woman, huh?” She clicked her tongue. “Let’s see what she got.”
Erika dialed a number. It did not take long before somebody picked up her call.
“Hello—”
“Tell me here name quick or I’ll f*****g kill you, Moore.”
“Our men died last night, Ma’am.” When Lauren thought that her days are going to be smooth, then something ruined her good mood.
Her smile disappeared. The brightness on her eyes fades away.
“What…?” She was carefully assessing how. “You only have one job and yet—you could not even do that simple task?”
How can she be happy? She have her hand wrapped around Conrad’s neck, but her problem with Eliot not yet ended.
That slippery bastard!
They reported back that three men are dead, and only one survive the attack. It was as if he was left there to live so that he could relay a message, but whom? When the man woke up, the only thing he said is that they are following a woman, Eliot’s company, when the first bullet hit one of them…then another until they die.
“It is an easy task before, yes.” Her men agreed. “But this time, it wasn’t, now that it seems like somebody is helping them, Ma’am.”
“Somebody is helping my son?” She hums.
As expected, she was impressed. Then Eliot is not so stupid just the way she saw him.
Lauren chuckled, “So he also wanted to play my game?”
Then so be it.
“What do you want us to do, Ma’am?”
“Just something.” Lauren leaned her back to her swivel chair. “Find the person who was helping them, and you know….I don’t like thorns trying to block my way, Gerry.” Her eyes turned sharp. “Kill them… My order is eliminate whoever they are.”
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