Fan Fiction |
by s.w.i.m.f.a.n
“Hi Jo.” the guy grinned, his eyes traveling to her partly revealed chest. Returning him a seductive smile that melted his heart, she entered the room. Before shutting the door, she plucked the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign off the inside doorknob and hung it on the outside. She closed the door hard and locked it.
He was already pulling his cotton shirt over his head, taking it off. Sighing with irritation, she was about to talk when he came toward her with those inexhaustible hands. He put his hands on her hips and pushed her against the wall.
“Mike,” Jolin cooed, struggling hard to suppress her dissatisfaction. “You know I’m here for serious business. I asked you not hurt that man and now I’ve learnt he’s dead. I want an explanation to that.”
Mike, as usual, was in no mood for talking. He buried his face in her neck, brushing his lips against her skin. “Mmmm..” he said, knowing that wasn’t the appropriate answer. His heart was pounding with pleasure and anticipation that he wasn’t aware of her waning patience.
“Mike, did you hear me?” Jolin demanded.
Mike wasn’t listening at all. He had the unbelievable gall to throw her on the bed. When he did so, she took her handbag with her. As he continued kissing her, she fumbled with the latch of her bag and opened it. His hands were gliding under her blouse with intensifying hunger. He refused to look up and pay her face any attention until he felt the cold metal barrel against his neck.
Mike’s eyes gawked at Jolin at once as his mind and body snapped back to one piece. He froze with fear and his anxious pulse beat furiously against the dead, blunt metal of the gun. “Why?” he stuttered, breathing heavily with panic.
“You should know better.” Jolin said in a low, steady voice.
“I didn’t kill that guy…He… he just ran out of the road and that car came..” Mike responded fast with terror. Cold sweat formed on his forehead and his heart thumped hysterically, like it would pound out of his chest anytime. Dread of death clearly written itself all over his face.
“Its too late.” Jolin snapped with emotionless eyes. She dragged the gun roughly from his neck to his temple. “Say goodbye to the world.”
Mike spluttered with panic but couldn’t find words. “Please..” he begged cowardly.
Jolin returned his plead with those cold blank eyes that conveyed neither empathy nor compassion. She gave him another few seconds to appreciate his last moments before she eventually pulled the trigger and sent the silent bullet deep into his head.
She untangled herself from Mike, who was lifeless by now. Dead. She did it clean and made sure she left no fingerprints. Being trained to be cruel and heartless, Jolin was habituated to the colour of blood. To her, it was just helping someone incompetent take a shortcut route to hell. She deposited the gun back to her handbag and adjusted her clothes.
As if nothing had took place, she left the room as the rhythm of her high heels filled the silent hallway.
Another blood-spattered day.
Another victim.
But at least, she made every man that died under her hands a happy man.
Once.
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“Heard you’ve got good news for me. May I know what is it?” Jolin insisted in a patronizing tone, sitting down across him.
The chair swiveled around and she came face to face with her boss - The underworld boss who saved her but she was never at all grateful to him. Indeed, Jolin hated him. She hated the fact that she would be bind under his control just because he saved her.
“No rush, Jo.” the man in his late forties replied with a fake smile. It was a smile used to screen off his ever-sly thoughts. “Firstly, congratulations. You’ve completed another mission.”
“Thanks.” she muttered, pretending it was impulsive. “Can we get to business now? I’m in no mood for further bullshits.”
“We’ve found that guy. That guy who ruined you.” He said, locking his fingers together.
Jolin’s eye lit with alertness upon the news and her shoulders tensed. “Where is he?” she demanded brusquely. That familiar fiery of anger merged with distress came slipping back to her veins. Despite her agitated expression, he remained quiet as he studied the drastic change of her mood, enjoying every bit of it.
“Uncle Franklin,” Jolin called out, bringing herself close to the desk, “where is he now?” Her tone was more exasperated this time round.
“Dead.” Franklin announced, “Dead in a plane crash.” It was then did Jolin fell back to her chair with disappointment settling in.
“That’s too easy for him.” she remarked coldly, clutching her fists hard. She was now experiencing such powerful resentment that she wanted to yell and shoot anyone with her gun. But no. She couldn’t let her anger get the best out of herself. She couldn’t display the vulnerable side of her in front of Franklin. She must be strong.
“But he has a son.” Franklin added a glint of hope to her devastation. “And I’m now trying to find someone to get near him. He’s the new lead of a clan. In simpler terms, our most threatening enemy. We will never survive long if his clan continues to progress. I need someone to get near him, gain his trust and then, ruin him.”
“I will do it.” Jolin volunteered without uncertainty, “Anyway, you’re telling me this because you know I’m willing to take this assignment at all costs.” To her, she was more than willing to ruin anyone that had connection with the dead guy who tainted her.
“Bingo.” Franklin snapped his fingers with a delighted smirk on his face. “But let me warn you. This isn’t going to be easy. Most of our men, even women that were sent to spy at them never lived to see the daylight. This guy trusts no one. He’s clever and definitely cold-blooded. You must be very careful.”
“He can be my guest at all means.” Jolin challenged, looking determined and confident. “But you and I call it quits after that. I want to leave the clan after this mission.”
Franklin raised an eyebrow, shaking the wineglass in his hand. No one had ever dared talk terms with him. Part of him was appreciating Jolin’s boldness. This girl had never failed to amaze him.
“You once said I can gain my freedom once I completed one more assignment.” Jolin proclaimed further.
“Deal.” he agreed with a shrug, “But that depends if you can complete the mission and return, alive.”
“I will.” she retorted crudely.
Franklin threw the folder in front of her. “He’s Jay Chou.”
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End of chapter…
Okie.. That’s for chapter one.. How was it?? Hope you guys like it ya… thanks a lot for reading!! =)
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