Capítulo 25: CHAPTER - 25 { Eva Solovyov }
When he opened his eyes, he saw the colorless ceiling of his bedroom.
For some reason, he expected to wake up in an unfamiliar place. Clenching his fingers, feeling the strong sensation, he knew he wasn't dreaming.
Creed got up from the bed and looked at himself in the mirror. Others at his age would have married and had a family to care for.
And here he was, trying to keep his normal life and hitman life separate as much as possible.
"I need to get ready for work."
Taking a cold bath, he felt refreshed. The morning birds chirped on the rooftops, and the blazing sun rose from the sea horizon.
Finishing breakfast, he headed out of his apartment to his work location. A restaurant near Times Square, with many people coming and going.
Quickly he reached his destination, the restaurant wasn't very luxurious looking but had very delicious food served.
Ting!
The bell on the top rang as Creed entered the restaurant from the back door. Inside, several chefs were already present.
"Newbie, good morning."
"Morning."
Greeting each other, Creed went to his locker and changed into their chef's clothes. The white clothes with long white hats.
They had to be prepared as many influencers came and recorded them as they cooked their meals.
Sometimes the owner wants the chefs to corporate and make collaborations with these social media influencers for further marketing.
"Guston, before time huh. I never saw you later unlike them."
A blonde woman, tall and beautiful, wearing the chef's uniform, walked before Creed and asked with a curious expression on her face.
Rizzi, the head chef of this restaurant, the one and only owner of this restaurant as well. Many tried to make moves on her and impress her but none succeeded.
"That's how I do it."
Creed replied casually. Rizzi was 23 years old, 8 years younger than him so he didn't feel like calling her Miss or Madam.
She raised her eyebrow at him, then went back in the kitchen to prepare and order the other chefs.
'It's been some time. I think I am ready for my next mission.'
Creed put his clothes in the locker and followed behind Rizzi's steps to the kitchen. With others, he got to work.
* * *
Afternoon, he completed all his work. Obviously he wasn't asked to cook yet since he wasn't a permanent chef.
His work was to mix doughs, marinate meats and wash vegetables for his fellow chefs to chop them up
While everyone was busy, Rizzi ordered the free Creed to help out the waiters.
"You gotta do what I say. Sorry."
Creed gave a bitter smile to her then immediately changed his chef's uniform to waiters.
This wasn't his first time getting ordered to work as a waiter in his free time. It happened a few times already.
All because of his charm on young women, which Rizzi wanted to make full use of. Unfortunately she hired him as a chef and not a waiter.
And Creed wasn't willing to change that even after many requests from her.
But as his kind and helpful character, he listened to her and did some waitering as well.
"Table two. Where's the dishes?"
"Coming!"
Creed crossed his arms and waited before the kitchen counter. Soon the dishes meant for table number two slid up.
All the tables were full, some were waiting for their food and some were already eating.
"Enjoy."
Creed swiftly placed the dishes and smiled at the small family of three. Mother, father and their daughter.
"Uncle!"
Suddenly the little girl called out to him in surprise and shock. Creed shifted his eyes on her and recognized her to be the same girl who he saved last year.
What fortune encounters he was having.
"Do you know him?"
The mother asked with confusion to her daughter. The little girl nodded her head and grinned widely as she explained.
"Really! It's you!"
The mother exclaimed, she grabbed on Creed's hands and shook them tightly. Words were stuck in her throat.
Seeing this, the father laughed.
"Sir, you saved my daughter's life. Please, let us treat you to a meal sometime. You can't say no."
The two parents insisted. Creed was in a weird situation as many people on other tables were watching the scene.
"Fine."
"Yay!"
Hearing his reply the little girl bounced in joy. If he had not responded faster, Creed believed that the entire family would have kidnapped him for a treat.
"Uncle, my name is Eva Solovyov. What's yours?"
"My name, it's Guston Creed. Nice to meet you again."
"Same!"
The two shook hands with smiles across their faces. Creed talked for some time then got to work as others needed food.
Day passed in a blink of an eye. Creed said his goodbyes to his fellow chefs and Rizzi before leaving the restaurant.
* * *
A month later.
In the government bank, Creed waited in the long line. All just for correcting a single mistake in his account, his name. The 'o' in Guston was replaced with 'a'.
Months went by and only now did he find the mistake. How pitiful he had become.
"Oh god damn, where's the fucking accountant? Two hour lunch?"
He cursed in a bad mood. The man in front of him wanted to scold him but seeing how intimidating Creed was, the man shut his lips.
Bam!
A small human hugged his legs from behind. Creed looked down and saw Eva giggling with her teeth out.
"Yo, uncle! What's up?"
"You learned some language lady."
Creed picked Eva up in his arms and said. Instantly, his bad mood shifted to good.
"Your mom and dad?"
"There!"
Eva pointed towards the waiting area with her little index finger. There, her parents waved at them. They seemed to also have things in this bank.
"Did you grow? How come you are heavier than before so quickly?"
"You!"
Eva grabbed Creed by his hair and shook his head violently. As it was said by many important figures in history, never talk about a woman's age or her weight.
"Sorry! Sorry!"
"Hump!"
Pouting, Eva turned her face away from him. Now Creed wished he had a daughter like her in his life to cheer him up in gloomy and depressing days.
"Chocolates?"
"Hump!"
She was determined to make him pay. Continuing her pouting, she crossed her arms.
Creed almost laughed loudly in the bank. Holding his laughter, he finished the chocolates from his back pocket and passed them to her.
Her tiny hands were clenched into tight fists but as soon as they made contact with the chocolates, the hands opened up and grabbed them.
All in a matter of a second.
"Hump! I will forgive you this once. Hump!"
"Yes! Princess!"
The respected accountant was still out even after lunch hours were long over. Creed really wanted to bomb the bank with missiles and grenades.
Eva was also feeling tired. She rested her small head on his shoulder while trying to keep her eyes open.
Her parents also got in the line, waiting behind him. When the time ticked to 2:22, something unexpected and terrifying happened.
BOOM!
A large explosion engulfed the entire bank. The building collapsed and dust blew. Flames and smoke covered the surface.
"Cough! Cough! Ahhgge!"
The ringing in his ears was loud. His eyes were blurry and everything was covered in dust and smoke.
"Eva. Eva!"
In his arms, Eva lay quietly, almost giving Creed a shock. He called her names multiple times and shook her head.
"U-Uncle?"
Her weak voice responded, giving a huge sense of relief to Creed's heart.
"Don't worry, I will get us out of here."
They were buried under a broken wall. Locking legs and arms in correct positions, Creed pushed the large piece of wall with all his might.
Applying all his strength, he slowly stood up while pushing the wall aside. Eva also tried to help with her delicate arms.
Once Creed saw what happened, he picked Eva up and told her to not open her eyes.
Mainly because all there was destruction and deaths.
He raised his head and looked up at the sky. A wormhole connection to a different space had opened there with aliens entering the earth in armies.
"Is it the end?"
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