Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Told Gabriel
Luke’s POV
I smirked inwardly as I watched Emmanuella. She had just called her husband a useless bastard and confirmed that if I was serious, she’d leave him for me in a heartbeat.
“Excuse me,” I said to her, rising from my seat. Without another word, I walked out of the coffee shop.
Standing near the corner of the shop’s exterior, I positioned myself strategically. The tall glass wall of the coffee shop would make it easy for her to see me without hearing anything from the outside. I wanted to make sure she knew I hadn’t left just yet.
I covered my mouth with my palm and dialed Gabriel’s number. The thick glass wall between us ensured she couldn’t hear me, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
“Hey, Gabriel!” I said as soon as he picked up.
“I swear to God, Luke, if you—” he began, immediately threatening me. He didn’t like how I’d handled the situation with the bodies. I did kill people whom he had not sent me to kill. But he should’ve known by now: I was clearing the path for us.
“Don’t threaten me, Gabriel. What exactly can you do to me?” I retorted, my voice low but sharp. I could almost hear him falter on the other end.
“That’s right, motherfucker. I’m the one putting myself at risk while you sit comfortably at home. Whatever I do, I do on my own. Just shut your mouth and listen,” I snapped, gritting my teeth. I made sure to keep my voice just below a shout, ensuring no passerby could hear.
Gabriel fell silent, and I continued.
“She’s starting to suspect us.”
“What?” Gabriel exclaimed, his voice rising in panic.
“She suspects we know each other. You’d better get your act together and act like you don’t know anything,” I said, my tone even but firm.
“Right... she must have figured it out when she saw us talking at the door,” Gabriel muttered.
“Exactly,” I replied. “But listen to this. She just agreed to date me. That means you’ll be seeing me at your place a lot more often. Once the heat dies down, I’ll make it look like an accident, and that’ll be the end of it. Just make sure you stay quiet from now on. Understood?”
“Yes,” Gabriel answered reluctantly.
“Good,” I said, ending the call.
I walked back into the coffee shop, casually slipping into my seat across from Emmanuella. “That was my mother,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Emmanuella raised an eyebrow. “She’s a troublemaker,” I added, exhaling dramatically as though I were exhausted from the call.
“Mothers can sometimes be troublemakers,” she replied with a small laugh.
We shared a brief, light-hearted laugh, and then I surprised her by taking her hand across the table. “Let’s go for a proper dinner tonight to celebrate your vindication.”
She looked confused for a moment. “But how would you...?”
I cut her off with a playful smile. “Just free your mind and come to dinner with me, okay?”
She smiled back and nodded, and we both stood, leaving the coffee shop together.
I drove her home in my car, being the perfect gentleman as I dropped her off at her doorstep. She watched me drive away, her eyes following the car as I turned the corner. I couldn’t help but scoff.
I turned on the Android screen in my car, keeping tabs on the news while I drove.
“Cassandra, Diana, and Roy’s bodies have been found in separate bags at three different locations in the woods and along a river. Authorities are investigating and believe Diana’s murder is connected to the other two. We’ll provide updates as soon as possible.”
The voice of the police commissioner came through the speaker, and I smirked.
“Let’s add one more to the list,” I muttered to myself, my mind already racing with the next steps.
I made my way back to Cassandra’s neighborhood, knowing it didn’t matter what time it was. My fake identification would ensure my mission’s success.
I parked across the street from her house and approached the adjacent house, making sure the area was clear of passersby. It was quiet, and I felt certain the house was empty except for one person.
I knocked on the door, sharp but controlled.
“Who is it?” a deep voice called from inside.
I didn’t answer, just waited.
“Who is it?” The voice came again, more insistent this time.
Still, I didn’t respond.
The door flew open suddenly, and a man stood there, glaring at me. “What the fuck, man?” he snapped.
I smirked, then punched him in the face with a quick, sharp jab. The impact was brutal, and I could see him stagger back, confused and in pain.
I had already slipped on gloves and worn a ring with a sharp needle on the tip of my middle finger. As I punched him, the needle punctured his skin, and blood began to flow.
He gasped in pain, but it was too late. Within seconds, he crumpled to the floor, lifeless.
I quickly dragged him inside and found a telephone. Using the cord, I strangled him, tying it around his neck and attaching it to a ceiling fan as though he had taken his own life.
Once that was done, I sat in his chair, pulling out my phone.
“Now, let’s write,” I muttered under my breath as my fingers began to fly over the keys.