Chapitre 2: Goodness From The Killer (Part 2)

The typical urban atmosphere that Angeline rarely sees is so interesting. From heavy traffic with a lot of vehicles, pedestrians that almost cover the sides of the road, to skyscrapers that can not be counted by fingers. Very different from where Angeline used to live, which could be classified as a marginal area of a state.

David continued to talk to someone across the phone line using a small device attached to his right ear while continuing to pay attention to the road. Although occasionally David glanced at Angeline, especially on the exposed thighs. How not, the girl who sat next to it was only wearing a leisurely shirt without any extra in it.

David tried to stay focused, what bothered him was the thought of what happened last night, where David tried hard to hold back the desires that kept rebelling inside his body.

How could he not think about that?

A charming girl who is under twenty years old is lying next to him in a state of not wearing anything. Angeline fainted after David rescued her in the pouring rain.

The girl was not even aware when David dried every inch of her wet body with a towel before putting on a shirt that could cover her body even if it was only a fraction of her thigh. Nobodies know how many times David had changed positions so that he could fall asleep. Even just seeing the beautiful face of Angeline that looks so innocent can make a David Stockholm very difficult to control his desires.

Especially on Angeline's tiny lips that seemed to force David to crush it greedily.

One thing that made David able to hold back his desire for Angeline, is the words of his late foster father, Hendrick Brasco, which until now is firmly implanted in his head, that, women are the greatest weakness of every man. And David really hate being weak.

Life is too cruel for the weak.

That's what he learned from his youth that filled with bullets and blood as a mafia.

Angeline leaned back in her chair. The girl watched David secretly. Angeline's behavior that looks adorable to David makes him difficult to maintain his focus.

"Just say if you have something to ask." said David, turning his Aston Martin slowly. He was no longer talking to someone across the telephone line.

Angeline is still tight-lipped. David's aura that was so intimidating made the girl still didn't have the courage to talk.

"By the way, my name is David Stockholm. You can call me David if you want."

"Angel." Angeline replied quickly. "Angeline Youngblood."

The situation was quiet again without the slightest conversation until they arrived at a place. David stopped the sports car worth billions in front of a building that was quite familiar to Angeline. No doubt, that girl often saw it on the internet. The place where famous clothing designers from all over the world put their best work.

David got down first, walked around the front of the car and opened the door for Angeline. David did it because the Aston Martin door that opened up would make Angeline have to raise her hand. That would make Angeline show the most intimate part of her exposed because surely her clothes would also be lifted.

Angeline followed David's steps into the fancy clothing store, until a woman in formal attire greeted them with courtesy.

"Can I help you?"

David put his arm around Angeline's back from one side. "I want you to choose whatever suits her."

"Alright, we have some references for the summer collection--"

"Whatever, just choose. Even if she refuses, -" David pulled a gold card from his wallet. "- keep it in the bill."

David removed the hug from Angeline's back and walked out leaving the two people with a confused expression.

"B-but sir, I'm sorry but what is the limit--"

"Drain until it runs out if necessary." he answered without turning around.

The woman in all-formal attire bowed forty-five degrees until David left, after David had left she looked at Angeline and smiled broadly. "Your man is truly a man. Come with me, we will have fun."

David made a phone call while continuing to walk through the crowd. He continued walking until he came to a small alley where someone wearing a black hoodie stood up while smoking a cigarette that had been burned in half.

"I've found him." said David before turning off the telephone connection. He walked toward the man. Without further ado, the man immediately handed him a large brown envelope which he hid inside his jacket.

David opened it and there were three files containing a complete profile which was his new target. Three people were involved in the incident four years ago, where Hendrick Brasco was framed, making David see his adoptive father brutally murdered before his own eyes.

"Steve Stifler, Benedict Rivario and Isaac Dominic. All three are currently on vacation in Paris."

David pulled out a plane ticket located at the bottom of the envelope. "That's from my boss, a ticket to Paris. To catch up with those three bastards, of course."

"I never asked for this."

"Think of it as a gift. My boss is on good terms lately. You know, when someone has found a way to easily multiply wealth, he will be generous."

From the beginning David had felt something was wrong. David carefully watched the man standing in front of him. The clothes look ordinary. A bulging-thing on the waist from hiding a gun is also a natural thing.

David put the files back in the envelope, took out a cigarette which was now sandwiched between his upper and lower lip and the lighter to light it up.

Ckk ... Ckk ... Ckk ...

David acted as if the lighter was broken and put it back in his pocket. "Can you lend me yours?"

"Sorry dude, I didn't bring a lighter."

David nodded in understanding and put the un-smoked-yet cigarette back into the box. Without any warning, David choked the man's neck and banged his head against the wall very hard.

He held his grip while the man tried to let go. With one hand that continues to strangle that person's neck, one free hand reaches into the pocket of his jacket and found a classic lighter made of aluminum with a round cap carved in the middle.

David laughed with satisfaction, while the person in front of him was still struggling in pain due to a very strong strangulation from the hand of a David Stockholm on his neck, a terrible hand from a devil who had killed hundreds of lives.

"So you have turned away from me." David spoke to himself, ignoring a sound from the person he was still choking. "You lowly rats."

"Eukh ... Cough ..." the man who was strangled by David coughed as he split out a fresh blood that now clung to David's white shirt, making David's anger even higher.

David reached into the pistol hidden inside the hoodie jacket of the man he was still strangling, took out five bullets from the ammunition box and put the five bullets into the mouth of the dying man.

With one big hard punch on the lower jaw, those five bullets were swallowed without remnants. The man lay weak, while David stomped on his stomach continuously without mercy, making the five bullets tear the man's digestive tract from the inside.

After satisfied, David brushed his hair back with his fingers and spat at the person who had lost his life in a very brutal way. "Just wait, I'll destroy all of you, lowly rat."

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