Las Vegas, Nevada 229Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAgIMphhnVE
December 21, 2018229Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJwj2ejaxk4
Friday 15:00
A car stopped right in the middle of a desert. It's usual sweltering heat infested vastness is now devoid of the dry heat that lingers even when October rolls in and summer is over. It's December. The forgiving month has cooled the place down a lot.
"Hm. This is what you have in mind, babe? Nice!" The driver, a blond guy in his 30s asked his passenger as he stepped out of the range rover. He placed his hands on his waist and his eyes roamed the empty lands as far as the eyes can see.
"Outdoor sex? In a desert? Kinky..." The blonde guy who has the bluest eyes continued talking with a smirk on his face as he admired the place which was devoid of human presence. He turned around to face his companion who has also already stepped out of the car from the passenger side.
"So -- W-what are you doing?" The driver who happens to have an Australian accent wearing his white Saint Laurent T-shirt and wrangler jeans asked the other person in shock and horror.
His passenger, a few inches shorter than him, pale skinned with beautiful Chinese eyes has a .22 caliber handgun pointed at his face.
"Put your hands behind your head." The shorter guy said, firmly.
"B-babe???!"
"Do it!"
The blond guy did as told, confusion running through his head in loop. "Turn around!" His passenger demanded.
"B-baby. Come on." The blonde guy uttered, in hopes his companion would spare him or maybe hope it was part of the kink. "Why are you doing this? We're supposed to have some hot outdoor sex --"
"Walk!"
"B-babe? We can talk about this..." The Australian accent started walking ahead. Hesitantly. His hopes were shattered as the Chinese eyes followed behind, hand with a gun still.
"D-did I do something?" The blonde guy scrambled in his memory. "W-was it the waitress at Caesar's Palace?"
"Stop."
The blue eyes halted his steps. He then turned around only to see the tip of the .22 a few inches from his nose.
"Do you really think flirting with a slutty waitress can get you into this situation?" The shorter guy asked with a poker face.
"I g-guess not. So, why? Tell me!" For a 6 feet 4 inches man, the Australian was nervous in front of a shorter man. A beautiful man. His beautiful man.
"Dylan Smith." The Chinese eyes stated.
"What?"
"Yesterday? 3pm. Aria. Room 408."
The blonde guy's eyes widened in panic. "H-how did know?"
"A bug, sweetheart."
"Fuck!" The blonde guy cursed, even more inside his head. "B-but it was business, babe."
"Sure." The Chinese eyes smirked. "Selling information to the British guy was business. Mine... this is, too."
"You were spying on me?" Things began to clear in the blonde guy's head. But then again, he never would have thought. "Who are you?!"
"I'm your husband as of last night, aren't I?" The Chinese eyes replied, his hand with a gun as steady as it was.
The taller man smirked. He licked his lips looking at the beauty in front of him, remembering his night with his companion. Though he has a gun in his face, he still managed to get turned on. Sexy! "You can put down the gun babe. Don't be like this." He pleaded.
"I'm afraid I can't do that." The Chinese said.
"But we're married!"
"The papers were fake."
"What?!!!"
"I'm sorry." The shorter guy told the other with no expression visible on his beautiful face. "This isn't personal. I'm just doing my job."
"Job? Who are you exactly?" The blonde guy asked, panicking again.
"CIA-Code X." The Chinese eyes answered. He won't lose a thing even if he admitted.
"Code X really exists?"
"It doesn't."
"Please..." The man with a gun on his face pleaded. "Beam, baby. Don't do this."
"The name's Tee, love. Tee Jaruji."
Bang!
With a sigh, Tee stared at the fallen man. "Goodbye. Liam."
Tee put his gun back in his jacket. He took the shovel hidden behind a bush and started covering the hole with dirt, the hole he prepared especially to bury his now dead husband who never never was.
After half an hour, he hopped on the rover and drove away from the desert. The desert that holds a lot of secrets. Bodies. And it dates back all the way to the mafia era of Las Vegas.
On the road ,Tee dialed a number on his burner phone. "Baramee here. It's done." After the report he made to tell that the job is done, Tee threw away the phone out of the window. The burner phone made a crunching sound as another car on the highway ran it over.229Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAUchpCHxk6
____________________________________229Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuF2JPgwJUy
____________________________________
