บท 26: CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
CASSIE (AVERY)
I FOLLOWED Penelope to her bedroom, you can't go to see your ex boyfriend looking worse than he left you. Luckily, the family had all gone out for their respective work so it'll be easy to slide through security without any questions.
"Can you do something for me?" I requested, opening up her wardrobe door.
She ran her hands through her hair as she inspected her almost swollen face on her vanity's mirror, "What should I do?"
"Text him now, ask him to meet at a secluded area in his college that you've got his money ready,"
"But I don't have the money…"
With a sigh, I turned to look at her before returning my attention back to the closet,"Who said anything about giving anyone money? Just do as I say, okay?"
"Okay,"
"All black," I declared, browsing through her closet as I pulled out a black leather jacket and turned to look at the girl patiently waiting for me on her seat. "We should definitely go all black," I stated further with a proud smirk.
"Are we going to get makeup done? I can't do my makeup on my own, I'm still learning," She admitted, biting her fingers.
"That's why I'm here, we should both shower first by the way, I'll head to my room and get ready, meet me after you're done, okay?" I smiled, dropping the jacket and turning to take my leave.
"Cassie," Penelope called and I looked at her.
"Thank you, by the way. Thank you very much,"
"Oh it's nothing," I smiled at her again and took my leave.
I've never been so intentional about kicking someone's a** , as I am today. Getting ready was a little bit rushed but just enough time to set out my pair of black long boots, a black coat, short skirt, long johns and a black crop top.
I put on a bathrobe and Penelope finally arrived with her things and I helped her with her makeup, it was at least light and age appropriate. I've never done make-up on someone before but this one came out nicer than expected, she wanted loose curls so I helped her out and soon, she was fully ready.
"How do I look?" She giggled, twirling excitedly like I got her ready for prom.
"Like a hot bag of a million bucks," I complimented, placing my hands on my waist as I admired her. Indeed she was like a million bucks, her outfit and accessories were all from expensive fashion brands. She had worn a pair of black loose jeans and a crop shirt paired with a black jacket; her blonde hair radiantly illuminated her round face and complemented her full lips. I had given her a pair of glasses.
Penelope's lips stretched into a smile as she sat on my bed, "You're like an amazing big sister,"
Oh…my insides suddenly felt warm. I've thought once about having a sibling or a friend to do this with but that was when I was thirteen and still very young. What is this family doing to me? Turning me into melted ice cream. But this was going to be fun,I guess.
I got ready in the bathroom while Penelope read a few magazines in my room. I could dress in front of her but I didn't want any questions regarding my tattoo.
Minutes later and I'm fully ready, I wanted to grab a few toys like a pocket knife and a gun but that would spark controversy.
I accessorized with my purse and plain jewelry and soon, we hit the garage outside to take her Bentley out for a ride but the driver in charge seemed adamant.
"I'm off to carry out an errand, we'll be back soon," I persuaded the driver.
I noticed his eyes were trailing down to my legs, "My eyes,"
"Huh?" he muttered.
"They're up here," I added, staring at him so intently that he flattered and the keys fell to the ground. Guess things are working in our favor.
Leaning over quickly before he could notice, I picked up the keys
"Mr. Rosebush, we'll be back soon." Penelope beamed, taking her place on the passenger's seat.
The drive to Oxford was quite eventful with us stopping by to get breakfast on the go, wearing dark shades in case of crazy paparazzi and singing loudly along to Sabrina Carpenter's, Expresso. The rest of the trip was mixed with a few conversations about the moron we were heading to confront.
Just then, her phone buzzed with a notification, "Speak of the devil. He's sent the location, he asked me to meet in his room,"
"Freak…who knows what is up his sleeve?"
"He stays off campus, I'll input the address on the GPS,"
"Alright then,"
"Cassie," She called,her voice low.
"Yeah?"
"What if it doesn't work out?"
Relax, my love. You're with an assassin that has never failed with a job.
"It'll be fine but I need you to trust me,"
Her lips stretched into a bright smile, revealing a dimple on her left cheek, she reached out for my hand which was on the arm rest and held it tightly, intertwining our fingers for support.
I would've yanked it off, trust me but it isn't very bad. Her hands are warm and soothing to hold.
Just like his personality and his face as shown to me by Penelope on her phone, this dude called Gerald's home was a total wreck. A small condominium located a few miles from the University. I would've asked Penelope to go in first, record a little evidence of child harassment that we would use to take to jail but she didn't want noise and I didn't want to waste time.
The stench of this apartment was very horrible and I struggled to keep it together for the sake of the prestigious reputation that I've made through this outfit. The hinges of the door seemed to be very weak as it quickly succumbed to the soft contact my boots made with it, broadly opening up for us to make our entrance to see him sitting on his couch in his mess filled apartment of dirty clothes, playing video games.
The weirdo turned to look at us, the sound of the door opening and before he could say a word, I grabbed him firmly by his hair, knocking him out thereafter with a flower vase.
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