Chapter 3: We Are Even Now
Mr. Devon coughed and struggled as it became harder for him to breathe. He never thought that the Haven Club would be so careless as to let an assassin enter its premises.
"Where is it, baby? You should know that I’m very impatient," Raine whispered into his ear, choking him more as she tightened the tie around his neck.
Mr. Devon, whose face turned deep red, pointed his finger towards the bed. He did not want to die yet. And if she pulled any tighter, he would surely suffocate to his death.
Raine took off her stockings, stuffing them inside his mouth before tying his hands with his necktie and his ankles with his belt.
"I knew it."
Raine whispered in bewilderment as she noticed the linings of a socket. Raising the small lid, she was shocked to see that she ended up lifting one whole tile instead. Upon seeing a biometric lock, she smirked. He sure was a smart guy. She pulled Devon closer so that she could have him open the lock.
She untied his hands and hissed, "Open the lock! Don’t make me ask twice, or I’ll cut one of your damn fingers!"
She wanted to penetrate the freakin nightclub without stripping, but it was too hard since the man was very meticulous. Hence, she was left with no choice. She had to fake her identity and apply as a stripper. And when she successfully became one, she had to force herself to strip dance so that she could get his attention like this.
Thankfully, Mr. Devon cooperated and opened the lock with his index fingerprint. Opening with a hiss, the lock held a lone suitcase inside it. She smiled knowing it had an important list of prominent fiends who disguised themselves as humans. The names of the monsters she was after were inside the suitcase. It had a lock, however, which meant removing the stocking from Mr. Devon’s mouth to ask him.