I sat and waited for Lewis to show up. While waiting, I was constantly looking at the man from earlier's direction. Something about that man seemed familiar to me but I couldn't place my hand on who he was or where I saw him.

One thing is for sure, he was familiar.

While trying to figure out who the man was, someone sat in front of me and cleared his throat.

"Lewis." I nodded in acknowledgment. I already knew that he was there, I just didn't want to talk to him. He can be really annoying sometimes.

"Evelyn." Lewis nodded and smiled. Obviously, he didn't know my real name.

"Why were you late?" I asked out of curiosity. My eyes suddenly fell on that familiar man who was looking at me.

"An old friend of mine was brutally murdered earlier today. There was a plastic Dick in his mouth. The sight of his body was just disgusting."

I fake gasped "Oh my god! Do you know who did it?"

Lewis shook his head slowly, "No but I can guess."

"Who?"

"The Deadly," was his response.

I chuckled, "She's not real."

"Oh yes she is." Lewis nodded surely, "Trust me when I tell you that she's real."

Everybody who were in the mafia or family with someone who worked for the mafia knew that she meaning I— was real. Otherwise, others would say that she ain't real. I was given the name, 'Deadly' by people—

The two of us kept on talking about random things and ate our dinner before we left. Like I planned, the man dropped me to my house and I offered for him to get inside which he did without hesitation.

As soon as he was inside, I closed the door behind him and gestured for him to follow me.

He sat comfortably on my couch as he watched me pour two glasses of wine. Without him noticing, I spiked something in his drink.

Lewis smiled as he took the glass from my hands and instantly swallowed the whole content.

I watched him closely. He suddenly started to choke, struggling to breathe. I stood up and put my gloves on before removing my gun from under the couch I was sitting on.

Everything was going just like I planned.

"You must be wondering why I'm killing you." I said to the dying man. "Well, my parents were killed by Vladimir Molotov and you—are one of his closest friend who participated in the death of my parents."

He should know the reason why he was being killed. Lewis's eyes widened slightly before he finally took his last breath. I dragged his body to his car.

I hopped into the driver's seat and drove the car until I reached an abandoned place. Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar.

"Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime."

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