TILL D£ATH DO US APART
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[An Hour Later, Bedroom]
Lissa's pûssy was crying, literally.
Her legs are up, and her pedicured toenails are stabbing her foot.
Her br+sts are red, full of bruises and welts from over-squeezing.
Her @rse carried the same shade of redness, and her lips are parted, her eyes so f+kin high.
High from Leonardo's s+× drive.
His c+k has been buried in every part of her since the past one hour. Her c×nt, her @r$€h0le, her mouth, her br+sts middle.
She received so many slaps on her cheek with the c+k too, and she has swallowed mouthfuls of his c+m.
Her moans weren't strangled despite his inhumane pace. Her voice wasn't shaking. It was regulated—straight.
As if she was born for this—born to be a wh0re for his c+k.
She's the one who held her own legs up, and as he pummelled into her p+$s¥ fast and brutal, she felt herself pouring hotly on the bedspread.
She came like a sl+t. The smell of her wetness filled the room.
She wanted more, craved more. He wasn't just perfection in person, he was perfection in bed.
Only for her.
"Deeper...deeper... deeper... Leo... deeper...ouu...yes!"
Her m0@ns were a testament to sweetness. She's so f+kin full.
Leonardo, on top of her...was plowing like a motherf+ker.
No stop. No pause. No words.
He just f+ked, ramming deep, exploring like a traveler. He tore her apart, reached every part and rearranged the settings.
As his c+k entered and slammed, he has a smirk on his face throughout, Lissa's arms hung tightly around him.
The sounds of slapping skins was like a drum of bloody war—fast and furious and unrelenting.
Every thrust was harder than the last, and Lissa's m0@ns turned shallow...
Another thrust...
Rough. Violent. Wild.
Her p+$s¥ stretched more.
"Gawd!! Oh this is so sweet! You're so f+kin sweet I...can't...f+k!!!"
When they reached their peaks, his c+k slid out of her, and he leaked his sp+rm on her p+$s¥ face.
From there, Lissa scooped with her fingers and brought it to her mouth, licking it with relish.
"You taste so good...best friend." She said, looking s+×uall¥ satisfied—too sensitive and stimulated.
"You could easily guess that," Leonardo crooned and shifted to the bed edge.
He took a new bathrobe and was about to throw it on for shower when Lissa came closer.
"You got shot by the Matador?" She asked, seeing the gunshot wound on his left shoulder.
"Are you feeling emotional?" He looked at her, and she grinned, her br+sts bouncing.
"Far from it. I know you probably stood in front of the gun yourself, but you should pay stop maltreating your skin... That bî+ch thrashed you in the forest last time, and during the governor son stuff, you took two bullets at your back, now you took another bullet on your shoulder? You're not metal..." She complained and got down from the bed n+kedly.
She walked to the Pro Wall where series of deadly guns were hung plus a small portable first aid kit.
She took the kit and came back, his c+m rolling down her thighs till she got back to him.
The Matador's bullet is still in his shoulder, so she picked a scalpel, went behind him and started trying to remove it.
Leonardo made no sound. He just took his lighter and put fire on a cigar, smoking.
At the same time, he's thinking about Lissa's words...
The line where she said THAT BÎ+CH THRASHED YOU IN THE FOREST LAST TIME.
His smirk darkened, and memories of the whippings he received came flooding back like a chant.
Crazily, he took the cigar away from his lips and brought the burning part to his arm.
He pressed it down on his skin very damn hard. His veins danced, but it didn't sting like he expected.
It just excited him, and it kept the memory of the whippings replaying in his head—the whippings he received from Ivanna.
As the cigar burned him, the remembrance grew clearer, and it felt like he's getting whipped all-over again. It's sick, but sweet.
When the cigar stopped burning, he dropped it on the ground, and that smirk disappeared from his face.
Fantasy over.
At the same time, Lissa finished removing the bullet from his back and slapped a plaster on it.
"I'll call the estate doctor to come dress the wound well," she said.
"That won't be necessary," he replied and stood.
He threw his robe on and started going towards the bathroom.
"We should bath together, don't you think? We upgraded from best friends to best friends with benefits," Lissa spoke up quickly.
"I'm bathing alone, Issa." He boringly replied, slamming the bathroom door shut after he entered.
Lissa smiled, then she spread her legs and checked out her p+$¥. Seeing the expansion, she smiled again.
He's so big and long it was reaching her bellybutton, and it's not even exaggeration.
In fact, bathing isn't a option today. She'd keep his c+m down there till tomorrow. It's worth it.
She entered his closet and fished out one of his shirts to wear.
While wearing, she remembered they didn't even kiss during the s+×. He didn't suck on her n¡ps too.
She paused, turning around.
She stayed that way for a minute before shrugging it off...
That can come later, but now it has been established, that Leo belongs to Lissa. Nothing can change that fact.
She left for the relaxation room and wasn't surprised to meet it empty.
Ivanna is gone, as she should be.
No normal person would be able to stand her loud m0@ns, so she understands the poor prisoner.
"She's dying tomorrow too...can today get any better? I got a good f+k from a big d+k, and i got to spend quality time." She chuckled, going to the telephone that sat beside a sofa.
She dialled the estate kitchen, and as the line rang, she played with her own n+pples, rolling them.
"At your service, Sir Leo!" The kitchen staff picked up quick.
Lissa sat. "This is Lalissa,"
"Oh... Miss Lissa? At your service!" The staff replied.
"Bring me some Mac and cheese with coleslaw. You know how I eat my food. If any little mistake happens with the recipe, I'll kill the staff who delivers it." She said.
"Yes Miss!" The staff quipped.
--
[Holding Room]
Since Hilda isn't available currently, Robert joined the cleaners to do her own quota against tomorrow.
Ivanna has already gone to Leonardo's Citadel before he left, and he was expecting her to stay there till midnight, but when he arrived at 10, he met her in the holding room.
Ivanna sat on the ground, knees pushed up. Her arms are wrapped around her knees, and her back is on the wall as she stared into space.
"Iva?" Robert quickly lowered himself in front of her.
"I was expecting you back at 12, you cleaned all alone and you're already back?" He asked.
Ivanna didn't reply, she stayed zoned out, and it confused him.
"Iva!" He shook her, but there was no change. She didn't move.
Then he noticed how her body is shaking slowly, her clothes are wet, and she's rubbing her necklace.
"What happened?" He asked.
Ivanna's eyes met with his own, and he saw the anger...the madness.
"Lissa Armando, I wanna kill her..." She muttered, her smirk forming.
"Lissa? Was she at the Citadel?" Robert asked.
"She's in fact the one who ordered me to come. I saw her n+ked with that bî+ch Leo, but that wasn't the painful part. I really don't care if they f+k each other till death, but Leo poured water on me! Mopping water! As if that wasn't enough, his Bambi Doll Lissa threw her underwear at me! Right at my face! It smelled like filth!" She snapped loudly.
Then she suddenly stood, her body stiff and her bones same.
"This same family is the reason our family ended up poor, you know it! Our parents ended up working in their construction site cos we were powerless and couldn't take back what they stole from us! We're in this mess cos of their family company shit, and she's still not leaving me alone...who the hell is she!!"
Robert held her, but she's not even looking at his face.
The rage was eating her deep.
"We're dying tomorrow, right? They're holding a damn death banquet for us, then I'll just kill Lissa since I'll be dying anyways. I'll go kill Lissa Armando and her bitchy Leo!" She broke free.
She was already going to the door when Robert dragged her back.
"Let go of me! Let go!" She pushed him back. "I can't take this anymore!!'
"Cool down and listen to me! Miss Bacardi promised to help us so I still have some hope!" Robert said.
"And you believe her? You believe that slut who makes you strip dance for her? They're all the same here we can't escape their mercilessness! We're dying tomorrow! Nothing is changing that!" Ivanna argued.
"You used to be the optimistic one, don't change that! We're not dying!" Robert snapped, holding her face.
"Look at me, Joy!"
"Don't call me Joy, I don't have it!" She shouted.
"F+kin stop! We're not dying! We can't die...it's a taboo at this point. We've endured so much, and we can't just let it go! Hilda risked her life to help us and now she's in a critical condition!" He shouted.
Her eyes widened.
"Hilda? You said she was fine!"
"Wanna go see her at the estate Healthood?" He asked.
She was already rushing out even before he finished talking.
Robert followed her behind, rushing to catch up with her pace.
The guards didn't stop them. The maids didn't block them. The drivers at the park even made way.
Tommorow is their deathday anyways, so they're free to roam the clan as much as they want today.
But as they both rushed towards the Healthood, the mobsters were making jest loudly.
• The guy's hot, I admit.
• Even as a guy, I wanna f+k his arse. Can't the Don let us take turns on him before his execution tomorrow?
• Darn, his muscles.
• Talking about the guy? Is anyone not seeing the girl? She's s+×y, and those n+ples are tempting! Too bad she'd die with those assets.
Immediately Ivanna heard that, she quickly covered her chest with her arms. The bî+ch Leo burned her br@, so it's normal for the n+ples to poke.
It's even worse cos the shirt is wet now, and it's stuck on her body.
Robert covered her too, till they both got to the Healthood.
They met a group of mobsters in front of the building, and one of them shoved Robert away.
He tried touching Ivanna, but she grabbed his hand and threw it off. Robert covered her again like a protective big bro.
"Look who's being cute," The mobster laughed, and the rest at his back hyped him up with their laughter jeers, crooked and dirty.
Then, at once....five of them charged forward.
Robert was able to throw a few punches, but of course the five overpowered him.
He was on the ground before they went for Ivanna again.
She fought, viciously. Knee slaps, headbutts, twists and double kicks.
But she still wasn't sufficient. She was overpowered and plowed down.
They almost started started touching her inappropriately when Nino appeared in the hood.
With a golfing club, he hit the hands of the five away from her.
When they looked up with growls to see his face, they stepped back.
"I don't remember the Don saying she's to be rough-handled till tomorrow, so get off!" Nino spat.
"You and Island are really overstepping boundaries in this estate. One's a maid, the other is a driver, just cos you both work for Don and Donna? Senseless." The tallest of the mob said.
Nino stayed quiet, and the mob crowd finally departed.
He gave Ivanna a hand, pulling her up. Their chests nearly slammed, but she was quick to halt.
"Thanks, Nino. You came through again." She smiled with her eyes.
"You both only need to polish your fighting skills. I mean...you both aren't even trained yet, but you can face the rogue mobsters boldly, that's a start." Nino smiled back.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Robert replied behind.
Nino's smile widened.
The siblings eventually entered the hood, and Nino watched them till they're out of sight.
As he's leaving the hood, Island appeared from the park, her arms folded on her chest.
"He never smiles at anyone, but with these two siblings, he shines his dentition like a Cheshire cat," she muttered hatefully.
"Smile all you want, they're gonna be dead tomorrow..."
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[Inside The Hood]
Hilda's condition isn't as worse as Robert made it seem.
When the siblings entered her ward and saw her eyes open with a smile, Ivanna faced Robert questioningly.
"Had to lie to calm your hot head down..." He said slowly, scratching the back of his neck.
"You jerk!" She hit his shoulder.
"Ou! C'mon!" He winced.
With a scoff, Ivanna walked to Hilda who's already chuckling in bed.
"I'm glad your condition isn't ragged," she said genuinely.
"Thankfully, Sir Leo came in time, and also...the estate doctor is very good, so I had an ampoule of zoldipem and rested well. I should be discharged in a week if my stab wound heals fast." Hilda replied.
"Can't believe tommorow will be our last day alive, but I'm not scared." Ivanna nodded.
The woman took her hand and rubbed it.
"Don't talk like that... you're not dying...watch the tables turn... tommorow," Hilda smiled.
"I don't follow," Ivanna replied firmly, looking at Robert then at Hilda.
Hilda pulled her closer, whispering in her ear softly.
--
[Penthouse]
Sandra fell asleep here, so Donna Felicia carried her into the extra bedroom to ease her neck.
She was coming out of the bedroom when Don Anthony entered the Penthouse, the door beep announced his arrival.
"Thony..." Felicia walked up to him with a large smile.
"The Hong Kong goods will arrive in two days. Leo got the stamp, and the pirates are settled," Anthony replied.
He sat on a couch, dropping his half-smoked tobacco.
"But...you don't look happy even with this good news." Felicia stood behind him, taking off his suit.
She hung it on the backrest and began massaging his shoulders.
"The kids believe I never loved their mother before her death. Bobby joined the movement tonight." Anthony replied.
Felicia's fingers stopped massaging for a millisecond, but she quickly continued.
"It's normal for them to feel that way. You adore me, so they feel jealous on their mother's behalf, but they have no idea, at all." She said.
Anthony shut his eyes, relaxing to her soft massage.
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"I've had everything prepared for the banquet tomorrow. They're drinking watered cement." She said.
"Good," Anthony mumbled.
Felicia's lips curled, her eyes showed her satisfaction.
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[Dawn, Leonardo's Citadel]
"You don't waste bullets on enemies! If you're the type who kills an enemy with more than one bullet, then you're a fool!" Violent Vera shouted in a harsh Italian accent.
A tall, gallant, madly beautiful woman who's currently wearing a black gear, hair tied in a neat ponytail and her boots so thick.
Her powerful shadow moved in the Traininghood dark walls. She held a black horsewhip too, her figure imposing and her height threatening.
6yrs old Leo stood in front of the dartboard, too tall and agile for a six year old boy.
Full dark hair like his mother—he's very hairy.
Powerful poise like his mother.
Unforgettable, angular features like his mother, too.
He aimed for the bullseye with the long gun he's holding. The metal felt heavy, and at the same time weightless. He loves the feel of power that comes with the weapon.
The feel that you could end anyone's life at anytime, and no one's gonna ask you why. No one's gonna talk.
His eyes levelled with the board, blurring out the other round circles till he could only see the bullseye.
He shot. Once.
The bullet would have gone straight to the middle, but his shaky heartbeats messed up the count.
Instead of entering the bullseye, the bullet met the deep dark line.
"Fool!!! I said focus!!!" Vera's harsh accent dropped again.
Like a snake, she swung the horsewhip to Leonardo's body.
The whip wrapped around him, tore through his skin then threw him to the other end of the hood.
He stood immediately, the wounds meaning nothing as he grabbed his long gun again.
"Make yourself the target! Visualize yourself on the bullseye and shoot! You can only kill others heartlessly if your life is zero to you! Now shoot!!" Vera yelled.
He was about to pull the trigger again when the wall broke, as if in an horror movie.
A sea of blood rushed into the hood, flooding Vera away.
The young lad screamed.
"Mother!! Mother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Leonardo wriggled shortly and sat up in his king-sized bed.
His body halted for a split second.
It's a nightmare.
And he's not even surprised that the time is 5am in the morning.
It's not his first time of having nightmares about his mother, and they all end with her tragic death.
Either she gets swept by a blood sea, gets bombed with a house, or gets shot repeatedly till death.
But he has never really had a nightmare of her real death scene.
Vera factually died at the park, right in front of him.
He got off the bed, grabbing the lighter and and walking out of the room as he flipped it to calm.
Lissa is gone. She left since 4, but he's still not alone in the Citadel.
Bobby and Bacardi are in his relaxation room, drunk and asleep on the couches.
There's a chess board on the large table, and the pieces are all scattered, but the pawn still stood rigidly.
He picked that pawn, bringing it to the front of his shadowy eyes as if checking out a masterpiece.
"A pawn is a pawn, even when standing..." He muttered, throwing it down, and marching it.
"Hmm, what a poetic way to start my morning!" Bobby said, his eyes open.
"Take your sleep chariot outta my turf, or I'll have to arrange your funeral real quick." Leonardo glared.
"Now my bro, aren't you being too harsh on me? I came alive two years after you came alive, that should earn me some merits. We both sucked Violent Vera's titties!" Bobby stood, smiling his menacing smile.
He picked the chess board and smashed it on the table, breaking it for no damn reason.
"That was to wake Cardi up, and look...it worked!" He winked as Bacardi's eyes opened.
Leonardo pulled out his handgun, firing straight at Bobby's angle.
Bobby pushed Bacardi forward to it, but the lady was quick to flip the table upside down, so the bullet hit the table instead.
"You were gonna kill me for your chess board?" Bobby grinned. "Yunno what? Arrange the funeral for your conscience, RIP."
"Shut the hell up, messy menace." Leonardo rolled his eyes back, returning his gun as he scanned the now disorganized room.
He hates it.
"You'll have to teach me this eye roll thing." Bobby laughed.
"You're a total space cadet, Bob." Bacardi gave him a kick.
He fell on the couch, intentionally with another laughter.
"What are you both doing here?" Leonardo asked, walking to the cellar and pressing a button of his preferred drink.
A bottle of bourbon rolled out to the receiving foam, and he took it.
He popped it and was drinking directly from the bottle as he walked to the glass floor-to-ceiling window where he stood with his other hand in his pocket.
He's shirtless.
"We're not letting the Cooper siblings die. Felicia can't win today." Bacardi said, joining him by the right.
"I'll help you rephrase that; we're not letting the Cooper siblings die, I can't lose my phenomenal boy toy. Leonardo said nonchalantly.
"Talking to you is risky, big bro." Bacardi scoffed.
"So..." Bobby joined them by the left. "I'm the only one who has no personal reason for wanting them to stay alive, I just want Felicia to lose!"
"She was bound to lose from the start," Leonardo replied insightfully, handing the bourbon to Bobby.
"I knew you had a plan," Bobby grinned, drinking.
Bacardi snatched the bottle from him and drank too, then raised the bottle.
"I'll just wait for the banquet then."
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[Hayden's Vet Clinic]
Hayden just finished Dusk's funeral.
He buried the cat at the back of his clinic, marking the grave with a big crusty block.
After he placed the block on it, he wiped his tears and backed up.
"Dusk Cooper...like Ivanna called you. She saw you as a part of her family, but I'm sorry you had to go this way, sorry I couldn't protect you..."
He nearly broke down again, but he had to rush out of the place.
He went back into the clinic which is now empty.
He came out in front of it and locked the door.
In front of the clinic, there's a truck waiting with his properties already.
He's gonna be moving out of this place to another street.
"Ready?" The truck driver asked.
With a nod, he looked at the clinic again. One finally glance, then he got in the truck which drove off fast.
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[Crimson Cave, Moo's Room]
Moo suddenly laughed out loud, her laughter echoing through the walls as she sat poignantly on her bed.
She's holding a large tab in her hand, and on the tab, she's watching every of Hayden Woods movements.
He's currently in a truck, moving out of his clinic to another street.
Moo left the bed and picked a cup of caffeine from the table, drinking before laughing out again.
"He thinks moving is gon' save him from me? Try again, Hayden."
Bradshaw entered the room.
"Knocking is a basic skill, Brad. I could be naked." She grimaced.
"My manhood is down for now,I wouldn't rape you or get turned on...chill." He replied.
He dropped the documents with him on the table, and Moo took them, checking them out.
"You found out the port they'd be using for their shipment? It's Panda Port?"
Bradshaw nodded, and she smiled evilly, her red lips spreading.
A minute later, they're both walking out of the room already, going to Monika's hall to deliver.
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[Armando Mansion, 7Pm]
Lissa is like the most distinguished guest of the death banquet.
She ordered new everything.
New black backless outfit, new limited edition heels, new br@. No new p+nty since she doesn't really like p+nty. Everything on her is new.
With her glossing makeup, she's like jezebel reborn, and when she stepped out of her room, Penny was already waiting to hype her up.
"When I was praying for a daughter, gawd was merciful enough to send you. Look at you, Lalissa. You're so beautiful." She chuckled.
She's dressed to kill too, as if going for a meeting with the president.
"I inherited the beauty from you, mum." Lissa laughed.
"You didn't later tell me about last night in full..." Penny said as they descended the staircase.
"What more is there to say? We f+ked, it was so sweet I didn't even want him to pull out, I got to remove his shoulder bullet." Lissa shrugged.
"Should I be expecting pregnancy?" Penny asked, and Lissa sighed, stopping to face her.
"Mother, this is why I hate talking to you at times cos you're good at spoiling moods. How is pregnancy related when he didn't even c+m in me? Why would he even c+m in me and why would I get pregnant when I'm still slaying? We f+ked, best friends with benefits, and now he belongs to me..get over your delusional pregnancy dreams..." She said seriously, leaving her.
"I was just being impatient, you can't blame me!" Penny went after her.
"Stop talking about last night, we're going to watch the execution of the Cooper siblings, and you know how important it is. That family has to leave the surface of the earth—everyone of them. After this execution, you better find their parents whenever they are." Lissa said, still so serious.
"Let's go watch the execution first, yeah?" Penny replied.
They hopped in the car together, and Emma drove them.
--
[House Of Esposito, Ballroom]
Every important function happens in this same ballroom.
Wedding? Funeral gathering? Birthday? Death banquet?
Everything takes place here.
Though, it crashed on the day of the break-in cos Leonardo knowingly messed with the roofing, but now it's back to shape.
Rebuilt—bigger and taller.
It's 8pm, and the banquet is already in full gear with multitude of mobsters walking the rugged ground with this gossip cups and high heads.
Robert and Ivanna were tied back-to-back in the middle of the hall, both on their knees.
They watched the unending entry of the mob, in silence.
Instead of the regular banquet cakes, there's a large bowl of thick watered cement+acid on the table which they're meant to drink and die.
They'll die with heavy stomachs, and everyone is gonna watch their pains till their stomach bursts.
Hilda isn't here, she's still recuperating at the Healthood, so the only friendly face here is Nino's.
He stood near the table, giving them calm looks as if trying to assure them they won't die.
Bacardi and Bobby entered, both dressed in tuxes.
Sick won't even start describing these people. Who dresses richly to watch the death of a fellow human?
Of course it's The Outfit, from the House Of Esposito.
Ivanna and Robert felt sweat on their palms, the ropes on their bodies felt tighter every sec.
Don Anthony entered with Sandra, and Donna Felicia with Island.
Like a royal train, their entry brought silence to the ballroom, but the silence turned dead when Leonardo entered with Lissa beside him.
She's drop-dead gorgeous in that gown, and the way her arse is swaying effortlessly as she walked.
Damn.
Clean cleavage, too.
The mouths of the hundreds of mobsters hung wide, but none was able to ogle at her cos it's death.
Lissa dislikes eyes that aren't Leonardo's on herself.
She feels ecstatic, and Leonardo?
He looks as threatening as usual, the tallest in the room with a cigar stick between his cherry red lips.
He looks addicted, yet unattached.
Every move of his shoes deepened the silence. Every step.
He effortlessly does it.
Penny throttled behind them, looking like she won a jackie tonight.
When the weight of everyone settled in the room, it was tensional.
Donna Felicia signalled at Island, and she went forward excitedly.
She picked a hard metal rod and dipped it in the cement acid smoothie. She started stirring to make the cement and acid dissolve more, and only the sound of the stir filled the room for that one minute.
When she was done, she dropped the rod and stepped back, intentionally standing beside Nino.
"Failing the mission means losing the bet, and losing the bet means death." Don Anthony said from his seat.
"Exactly, dad." Sandra said, drinking her cocktail cockily.
Donna Felicia was silent.
"Pick up the smoothie, do the honours yourself and give us a show," Don Anthony continued.
The Cooper siblings looked at the table, and they swallowed saliva at the same damn time.
Leonardo's wild eyes met with Ivanna's cold ones. Hate burned like sulphur between the two resentful gazes for a second.
Then, Leonardo flipped his lighter faster than he has been doing.
He puffed his cigar, and smokes formed a cloud around him as he expected the opening speech.
One gone minute, but the Cooper siblings made no move.
"The Don is telling you to drink it! Are you both deaf? Or you need help from the guards? They'd force your mouths open and feed you till you both burst!" Island shouted.
"Why should we drink it? We didn't fail the mission!" Robert talked.
Leonardo stopped flipping his lighter, pushing his hair away from his face with that same hand.
Cool. So it's the brother who dropped the opening speech.
Smokes followed his breaths out like thick vapour.
"Truly, we were helped by Sir Leo, but it's valid cos someone in this clan messed with out clothes! During the mission, we were supposed to turn off the underground hall lights and kill the governor's son after the orchestra concert..." Robert continued.
Felicia scoffed.
"There was pollen in the hall cos the governor loves pollens, and your sis is asthmatic, so there's no way you'd have succeeded without ephedra!" Donna Felicia talked surprisingly.
The ballroom got more heated.
"Get the underground hall footage and check! I didn't use the ephedra hanky till we ran out of the hall and got to the corridor! I was perfectly holding my breath in the hall, fighting the pollen smell before we ran out, and why did we run out? Our bodies were itching madly cos someone sprinkled devil's beans on our clothes!" Ivanna shouted.
More heat infused the ballroom.
Lissa stood restlessly, her br+sts suddenly feeling too heavy on her chest. Penny stood too, amused.
Even Sandra stood, but Don Anthony remained seated calmly, watching as everything played out like a Go game.
"Devil's beans on your clothes?" Donna Felicia frowned, easily hiding her awkwardness.
"I would have continued holding my breath in the hall, and we would have successfully killed the governor's son right here if not for the devil's beans!" Ivanna said.
"Stop f+kin lying! What devil's beans?" Lissa spoke oppressively.
"Step aside, Lissa. Don't open that mouth. You're spitting unnecessarily." Bacardi shaded.
Lissa gasped.
"Who prepared their clothes that morning?" Bobby asked with a sardonic smirk.
None of the maids spoke up, not even Island who was already trembling as her eyes met with Felicia's.
"The clothes were prepared at the estate store, weren't they?"
That question came from Leonardo.
His sharp baritone voice filled the ballroom as he took a glass of wine to wash down his throat smokes.
"Yes, Ghost. The clothes were really from the estate store." Nino replied.
Leonardo gave his white earbud a double tap, connecting to the estate surveillance robot.
"Play me the footage of the estate store from two days ago. Even if it's deleted...get it from trash." He ordered with authorization.
"On it, Ghost!" The robotic voice replied immediately, recognizing the three-in-one voice.
One second was all it took for the deleted footage to project on the wall.
Footage of the store that morning as Island instructed the lower maids to sprinkle the devil's beans on the clothes. It also captured how the maids were sprinkling the beans.
At this point, the footage paused, and a spotlight came on, shinning brightly on Island in the ballroom!
Her eyes widened. Her wine glass fell at her feet. Her knees shook.
She's caught!
TBC.
RIP to Island
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