HE WATCHED THEM from the other side of the street, across the Hotel Metropole and the restaurant called Yoshi. Laughing, stumbling and hugging, the four beautiful young starlets. The four gorgeous troublemakers.377Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCLt7tNbNAs
They'd spent the whole afternoon at that pool, then had gone back to the room to shower and prepare. Cocktails and cigarettes on the terrace, no doubt, then dinner at Yoshi at nine. It had been a busy day for them. A day that, from the look of things, was not over yet.
He stamped out his cigarette, his first in several years. Which was excusable under the circumstances, he thought. Being nervous was natural, even for someone who prided himself on his focus during storms.
True, he felt nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous. An invigorating kind of nervous. He felt dangerous and volatile and he liked the feeling of empowerment. Light on his feet and ready for action. And always comforted by this fact; the decision wouldn't be his. It'd be her decision. No---their decision, those bitchy four.
He was only reacting. Eradicating a wrong. Avenging an injustice. This wouldn't be his fault. 377Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk6Fgs3CshC
Also comforted by this fact: he could always pull the plug. Abort. Right now he was only thinking, preparing. He could always change his mind.377Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6TBHXBdRnc
But his pulse was popping. He felt anger in the clench of his jaw, saw it in the white of his knuckles. He wasn't going to change his mind. This was unacceptable. He could be a lot of things. He'd been called a lot of things.377Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFY6NSMqh4h
"But I've never been called a fool," he said to himself.377Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDxeAQDZVGb
