Saving Mr. Player

9. Still Not Sore About Me Dumping You...

The entire briefing room of the Spanish Intelligence Forces Head Quarters was filled with journalists while two agents in black suits stood outside the room, checking each and every person going inside the large hall, with black gradient walls and blinded four windows, adjacent to the wall of the door and it was filled with two rows of chair separated in a center, leaving room for reporters to adjust behind the rows of cameramen, positioning the cameras towards the small stage podium set in front of the fixed screen projector.

Amy walked behind Minister Ariana Suarez who was followed by Arturo. They met Fred who was standing right outside the room, having a sore expression covering his entire face. Amy smirked, knowing the exact reason behind his foul mood.

“Let’s get done with it.” Suarez concluded, walking inside the room. While Arturo followed her, Amy stayed out, noting that Fred also stood beside her, gawking her with a scorching expression.

“You need to get inside; the entire media is waiting for you.” She concluded with a smirk.

“You did this on purpose didn’t you?” Fred grunted under his breath.

“What?” Amy faked an annoyed tone on purpose, toying with Fred’s anger, “I just gave you the credit of your theory.”

The smirk of victory was glowing on Amy’s face which was getting onto Fred’s nerves.

“You know how much I want that promotion and now becoming the front man of this side of the story would throw me off from the real case…”

“Which is my case.” Amy reminded with confidence, a serious expression covering her face.

“Don’t forget that I have been chasing Carmen for four years now and I am finally somewhere.”

The confidence in her tone, threw Fred’s personal motive to waste, making him look like a fool.

“Besides, you were going to pin the crime on someone innocent, you should be thankful, at least you get to complete your life-long dream of becoming the hero in the papers and all over the TV.”

Fred clenched his jaw tight, throwing daggers at Amy with his gaze. He felt helpless at that point, a feeling he didn’t enjoy. As Amy had gracefully dominated the situation and convinced Arturo and Suarez to submit to her plan, which seemed a hundred percent success in theory. This thought brought a smirk on Fred’s face.

Amy’s eyebrows knitted together seeing the slithering smile on Fred’s evil face.

“Oh Amy! You think you’ve won in theory. Let’s see how long Suarez and Arturo can support and tolerate you.”

A twitch of anger grew inside Amy, but she maintained a poker face, which was hard for her as her face was like an open book of expressions. No matter how hard she tried, her soft features captivated her feeling and one could easily see that Amy was indeed intimidated by Fred’s words.

She turned to face the large double door of the hall, where she could see Suarez giving a briefing while Arturo sat on the chair behind her.

Fred followed her actions but leaned slightly towards Amy’s ear, whispering softly.

“See, nothing is for the long run for you so let’s see how long can you run the operation before you catch Carmen.”

With that he slyly walked inside, leaving an angry Amy behind who was boiling in rage. Before entering the room, he turned back one last time and smirked at her.

“Oh, by the way, I really hope you’re still not sore about me dumping you two years back and hopefully this was not your revenge.”

More anger built up inside Amy as she saw how the two guards standing outside the room, blew air out of the mouth, making a scrunching expression as Fred verbally burned Amy with his venomous words and high fived the two guards, in his way in.

As soon as he entered Suarez introduced him and the cameras flashed everywhere in the room. Fred walked towards the wooden lectern set over the podium and stood beginning his briefing.

“As minister Suarez has already informed you… the girl Aurora Diaz is the prime criminal who single handedly is responsible for the assassination of Paul Davic. She did it in spite of her revenge as Paul had decided to leave her and move on. Her trial would be immediately proceeded….”

As he spoke, his speech was being broadcasted live across the entire world, every TV screen and social media. The entire Royal Madrid football team who had just survived another attack sat inside the luxury room of the Military safe house where they were transported. They all sat in shock as they heard Fred speak on TV that the police operation at the Intercontinental was a coincidental incident where a drug operation against a cartel was held. Which is also what the football team and their management was told.

Everyone believed it, except for Alessandro who clearly remembered the guy coming out of the vent like some sick psychotic patient or a zombie or a ghost and shooting a bullet at him. His mind was completely covered and occupied by the thoughts of what had happened. Even when his entire team left and he was left alone in his exquisite bed, he laid on the silk sheets, his arm behind his head, his eyes wide open looking at the grey ceiling, while his brain was in a daze, he kept on thinking how that woman who saved his life was familiar. Something about her was too acquainted to him.

He was probably traumatized and over thinking but also exhausted. So he let his restless eyes bulge down and rest, while his brain was still at large.

Meanwhile the news of Fred’s briefing was being aired on a large eight inches LED screen, inside a dark living area, in front of which was placed a huge white L-shaped couch, barely visible due to the dim-lit aura centered around the room. A large bald man sat on the couch, his face was invisible in darkness, his tall and broad structure could be outlined even in the dark. The bright Tv lights were reflected off his shiny bald head, while his grey eyes reflected back with slithering menace, the buttons on his shirt were completely undone, leaving his tattooed body on display, on his right pec was a blazing tattoo, colored in black, with flames burning out of withering black rose.

The buttons on his white pants were undone, while a petite small blond with curly hair bent down, sucking his p***s into her mouth.

The left hand extended to put out his cigar on the ashtray placed on the arm of the large couch he was sitting on. Right next to the ashtray, he picked up his phone, keeping an eye out on the TV screen, he dialed a number on his phone, while his other hand, tightly clutched on the blonde’s hair, enforcing her to suck on him more rigidly.

His call went in through second line, the man on the other side sounded hysteric, like his life was in danger.

“Gerald… I know this is screwed up but listen, this means Ben is still alive…”

“Kill him!” he said at once and listening to his words the blonde stopped sucking, her hands sweated on the sofa surface, her body began shaking.

Gerald noticed her actions, so he tightened his grip around her hair and pulled her mouth closer to his. She shrieked at the sudden pressure and trembled with fear. Gerald fixed his eyes on hers, while she closed hers, scared to death. She was a young, naïve p********e hired for a night, but probably unaware of what she had gotten herself into.

Gerald fixed his eyes seething-ly into hers, her entire body shaking with fear as she looked into his cold grey dreary eyes. She mumbled something in Serbian, begging him to leave her.

The shades on the TV changed, making his face shine brighter, while his grilled teeth shined as his snarled with a gruesome smirk, his black dyed goatee, gave him even a more sinisterly look.

He shook the girl’s head, making her quibble with her expressions, keeping the phone intact with his ear, he snarled in his thick Italian accent.

“Kill everyone, leave no trace behind.”

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