There were three types of people in this world: people who didn't give fucks, people who were salty and extravagant people. I couldn't place Silvia Hart in any category; she was her type of people but I knew guns were like her play things. I wondered about her history and where her roots came from, she seemed like a Latina but she also seemed like an Arab. I couldn't point it out, aside from her making me feel vulnerable, she was outrageously specific when it came down to details. In the whole meeting, she managed to detail out all the dependencies of the plan, the strategies and so many killing plans in half an hour.

"I'm hungry," Levy complained and I crossed my arms facing him after Silvia and Mr. Clay walked off to discuss more killing issues.

"You didn't seem hungry back when you were ogling at Silvia." I narrowed my eyes at him as he huffed at my jealousy.

"Baby, you do know that she's in her thirties, right?" he asked with an arched eyebrow and I gaped at him.

"No way! she looks like our age." I exclaimed and he chuckled as his arms wrapped around my waist until we were close enough for him to bend down and kiss my earlobe, making me let out a small breathless moan.

"There is nobody that could replace you, you're it for me," he kissed the space behind my earlobe, "besides, she doesn't have a big ass as you do," he said meekly as his hands touched my ass. I slapped his arms away since people were walking outside the room.

"You know," he whispered, "my dream is to take you on this large deck." He murmured seductively into my ear as all control seemed to drain away from me.

"You know," I mimicked, "we have a plan to carry on." I ruined his fun when I finished my sentence, giggling to myself as he pinched my ass, making me whelp as a result.

"You tease, look what you did," he pointed to the tent that formed on his crotch area, "I need a cold shower." He groaned as he tried to walk. I followed him trying to keep my laughter inside at the playful glare he sent me.

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We happily enjoyed our last hours by cycling, painting and laying on the luscious smooth bed. I was starting to like the idea of staying over at not only one but two famous hotels.

"Come on, Lia, we have to go," He tried to make me stand up but I refused.

"We only have one hour for our plan, let's go," he urged me by poking my shoulder some more, I groaned in response and flipped to the other side, turning my back on him.

"Guess I have no choice but to place you in a very cold bath." He taunted as his arms went under my knees and he held me out of the warm covers I was blessed with.

"I'm up!" I shrieked and he laughed as he placed me down cautiously. The bright bathroom was every girl's dream with bundles of lotions in the red basket and a blow dryer along with the huge diamond crusted mirror that sparkled.

I was in my navy shorts and black pushup bra, I needed to brush my bed hair and clean my teeth. He lifted me again, taking me by surprise as I squealed and placed me on the space beside the sink.

"Babe, I need to remove your cast so we could take a nice bath." He said as his hands gently took off the small pins out of my cast and slowly slid it down my arm, I felt bearable pain but it was not as bad as before, the harsh small hole on my arm was a constant reminder of the warning.

Levy kept staring at it with remorse. I lifted my arms around his neck as he crouched down to me, his forehead on mine, as I breathed in his scent.

"Stop looking at it like that, it's a battle scar, it would fade away eventually." I comforted him as our eyes met and he sent me a breathless smile that made me want to cry in his arms.

"I am the luckiest guy on earth." He affectionately said as his lips captured mine in a heated kiss, we pulled away as we both grinned at each other.

"You're growing soft on me." I joked and he cheekily winked as he said, "don't get used to it."

We both got ready after we unplugged the jasmine-scented bath and dressed up for the plan, I went on an all-black attire, I would have laughed at the thought of Levy putting a rubbery black mask over his face like the ones I saw in the movies.

I closed the lights of the room as we both held hands and went to his dad to where we agreed we would meet, his dad had already reserved a black minivan for our plan and Silvia was already in there with the weapons we needed in the black suitcase. I took the time to marvel at my boyfriend's sexiness in black jeans and a black button-up shirt that defined his chiselled chest.

We met his dad, we sat inside the van and we continued to specify the steps, my part was to be on security for any danger and Silvia gave me an earpiece in case something unexpected happens, I would tell them with a recording sticker underneath my shirt. We all had the same devices for communication and we sensed that it could one hell of a long night.

Other than that, I was excited to get the revenge I craved from Mr. Denis, the man who trapped me for his desired needs. He had another surprise coming from him, I didn't tell anyone about my plan to demolish him.

They would have to see it themselves. I smirked as my hand wrapped around the gun.