72 HOURS KILL MISSION

72 HOURS KILL MISSION EPISODE THREE

After hearing the conversation between Dante and Rex, I made my way to the house without Dante noticing that I was aware of the conversation, I got to the room I was assigned, lay on the bed staring at the ceiling wondering what mess I had gotten myself into and why Rex thought I was an asset.

At the club, Rex booked me for the night after being in touch with the owner of the club, from what I understood... They were friends and I had seen him and Rex talk several times. My boss Jonas was in the habit of Hawking girls and let me just say it never went well with them. One died inside the room for cocaine overdose. Cocaine that Rex supplied to Jonas while another client broke the neck of one lady when he pulled her hair as they had s*x, I don't know how vigorous the s*x was but yeah, she died too..

Jonas told me to leave everything I was doing and go serve Rex in his room, I asked if someone else could do that but Jonas said Rex insisted that he wanted me. I didn't blame him because I'm beautiful and curvey. I had alot of men making advances at me but i never gave in to all of them, just a specific few that knew how to spend money... People work for money and money gives a comfortable life, I had nothing to loose so trust me... It was all about money..

I got into Rex's room with the bottle of wine that he had requested. He was in the most expensive suit and since he had picked me, i had one thing in mind.. to give him the best service that whenever he came, he would only ask for me..

Rex: you can put the wine on the table..

I did just as he had asked then stood there waiting for his next instructions. Normally you would walk into a room and find the client, undressed and in a towel.. he wasn't.

Rex: have a seat..

He said pointing to an empty chair not far off from the bed.

Me: why am I here?..

Rex: I have paid for your time so relax..

He got up, took the wine, opened it then served two glasses and handed one to me then sat on the edge of the bed closer to me. He took a sip of his wine then turned to me..

Rex: why is a beautiful girl like you doing this type of a job?.

He had his eyes fixed on me and I could not tell if he was interested in me or he was just wasting my time.

I took a sip of the wine and he still had his eyes on me meaning he was waiting for a response..

Me: beautiful girls are not supposed to be waiters?..

Rex: you know what i mean.

Me: isn't it obvious, it's for Money.. you know the papers people work so had for to earn a living?..

Rex: I know what money is..

Me: good, do you have money because that's the only reason I am in here.

He didn't respond but sipped his drink again.

Me: you didn't just pay to have me seat here and stare at each other did you?..

Rex: do you badly want to have s*x?

Me: I thought thats why we are here unless you have a tiny banana that won't quench my thirst.

He looked at me surprised but for me, I didn't know how to sugar coat things. He smiled then got up and took a cigar from the bedside table and lit it.. he looked at me for a few seconds then offered me the cigar but I couldn't. Why was he being that difficult?...

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After I ran off from the scene, I decided to find a place to stay. I couldn't go back to my home because there was no one there to welcome me. I couldn't go back to the hideout because Rex would surely put a bullet in my head and especially now that Morgan wanted me to kill them. I had to figure out something and quick so I walked around to check if I could find an abandoned house perhaps but there was nothing. I had no Money on me and I didn't know who to turn to for help.. think Davina, think!..

I told myself as I walked towards some club. Not the same club i used to go to but a different one. Maybe if I found just one client for the night, I would get enough money to find me some decent clothes, do a few nights in that club just enough to buy me a ticket out of Nairobi to wherever..

That sounded like a good idea. That Morgan guy made a mistake, he trusted the wrong person and now that I had an opportunity to run.. I was not going to look back..

I checked into the club, no money to buy a drink but I ordered anyway. I sat by the counter sipping my drink slowly hoping it would last long enough for me to find someone interested. See in a club if you are not very well dressed with nice perfume and expensive drink to attract the man of your choice, you would end up attracting just any guy but here, it was not only survival but strategy as well..

I was in a t-shirt and jeans, but i knew i was irresistable..

Elsewhere

When Morgan's guy didn't make it to his destination, he knew there had been a problem because even his phone was ringing without being picked.

He called Dorcas to confirm with her if Davina left but she was equally surprised that he had not heard anything yet.

Morgan: where the hell are they?..

Dorcas: i don't know. My job ended when i released her to your man, you told me he could handle it..

Morgan: he has always handled it.. Davina couldn't be so much of a work for him

Dorcas: she can't have run away Morgan, you have no idea what s**t that will put me in...

Morgan: i will find her.. i will find both of them..

Dorcas: my heart is in my mouth as we speak..you have to find her before anyone else finds her.

Morgan: i said i will handle it..

He ended the call then hit the table so hard before starting to pace about in the room.

Morgan: damn it!

He shouted stopping abruptly and receiving a call that came through his phone almost immediately. It was a strange number..

The person that had called him told him about the crash that had happened and he also confirmed that the driver had died.. they had called him because he was the one called severally on his call log.

Morgan: what?..

Voice: i thought you should know just incase you know him.. this number was written on a stick note pad that i found in the car and it is also the most called number.

Morgan: is he alone?..

Voice: yes, but I can hear the police siren, they should be on their way.

Morgan: thank you for the information..

He hanged up and buried his fist in his hand...

Morgan: you can run but you can't hide Davina.. i will find you...

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I heard a knock on the door and sat up as Dante walked into the room. He walked up to me and sat beside me on the bed. Checked me out for a second then took a deep breath and decided to break the awkward silence..

Dante: dinner is ready...

Me: okay, but I'm not hungry..

Dante: are you okay?..

He asked putting his arm on my shoulder and sliding it to my back.

Me: I'm fine...

Dante: you don't look fine..

Me: can i ask you something?..

Dante: sure..

Me: what was that between you and Erika earlier?..

Dante: its nothing you should worry about, Erika can be annoying and someone has to put her in her place.

Me: what about the explosion at the house, what was that, why was the guy we were going to take out not there?..

Dante: i don't know..

I didnt ask him anything else even though i knew he was hiding something from me.. i told him i needed to rest so he got up from the bed and left the room for the dining where everybody else was...

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My bottle was almost halfway when some guy came and stood beside me. He checked me out then pulled a stool and sat next to me on the counter.

Him: a lady who can go to a club and pay for her own drink is quite sexy you know..

Me: that sounds like a broke ass man talking..

That was my way of provoking him to pay for my drink.

He smiled then signalled the bartender and told him to give me everything I felt like drinking. The thing is i was not going to say no because I had a game plan and besides he looked like my type of a guy. Being raised in the gettto didn't get expensive men looking at me because I had issues with my image and my personality. I never saw myself beautiful enough and I didnt see any man falling for me..

The guy chucked money from his wallet and gave it to the bartender...

Him: clear her bills too..

I looked at him and gave him that arrogant ghetto look like I didnt even care that he took care of the bills. See the thing is, he came at me holding me high and i didn't want to sell myself short.. i was going to play hard to get because thats what ladies do..

Him: aren't you atleast going to say Thanks?..

Me: thanks!

I said giving him a brief look then the bartender gave him a drink too.

Him: so.. you have name?...

Me: Milan..

Him: beautiful name.. I'm Storm..

Me: storm...like that's your name?..

He smiled.

Storm: uh huh!! So you can actually snap out of your not so good version.. you gave me a hard time for a few minutes...so, are you waiting for someone?..

Me: not really.. just here to have a good time by myself.

The evening went well with storm and I having a good conversation.. I didn't tell him I was a criminal who had escaped prison but instead I told him stories that made him laugh and I could tell that the night was going to end with me in his bed. Waking up in his house, taking a shower and having breakfast then disappearing on him was the plan and of cause I was going to steal money from him and even though he was too nice.. I didnt care..

The music in the club became too much that I just wanted go lay down and rest so just like i thought, Storm asked me to go home with him. Both of us were not drunk, just a little tipsy but we could handle driving us to his place.

Storm had a car. I know nothing about cars but it was something only people who lived large could drive. We were walking towards his car when some vehicle that was being driven crazily, slowed down and from the window the guy pointed his gun at us and started shooting at us.. storm pushed me to the back of some car as he got a gun and started shooting back..

Me: s**t!..

You gave a gun?..

He didn't respond to that but after seeing him with a gun, I didn't want to go anywhere with him anymore because I did not know who the hell he really was and what he knew about me that made him come pretending to buy me a drink and getting to know me..

I tried to run off and being tipsy, one of the guys grabbed me and dragged me to their car as the other two were dealing with storm who shot them both and started shooting at the car. Before the guy who had taken me could drive off, Storm shot at him severally through the windscreen and blood from his head splash all the way to the back where I was.

Storm came and got me out of the car and when I resisted going with him by kicking my feet, he carried me on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and forcefully took me to his car.. he put me on the front seat and told me if i tried anything stupid I would know why he is called storm.. my heart was beating really fast and I could swear that the alcohol in my head was gone and all over sudden I was very sober..

Damn it!... Why didnt i just go to Morgan peacefully like he had planned.. who the hell were those guys and who the hell was this Storm guy and what did he know about me?.. where the hell was he taking me?...