Sin: Return of Sloane Kingston

"To be wronged is nothing, unless you continue to remember it." – Confucius 

Sloane Kingston

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Nothing is more pleasing than the sound echoing in my ears right now.

Blood.

Blood dripping down slowly, drop by drop, staining the white marbled floor while I watch it on my phone, leisurely sitting in an expensive restaurant.

The fear on your debtor's face realizing that soon he'll become a corpse when blood drains from his body via both of his wrists is exhilarating.

Chandeliers hanging on the ceilings and whole place giving the rich aesthetic vibe, I am sitting at a corner table with earbuds plugged in my ears. Eyes on the screen of my phone where Emeric Castillo's hands is tied from long heavy chains, spread wide apart. He is screaming like a maniac watching his wrists and figuring out that if doesn't do anything soon he will die because of loss of blood. 

Pathetic. 

Anyone who saw him will feel pity for him but not after listening what he has done. To me. To my brother. To my dead family.

And I will make sure he has enough time to mourn for his death till FBI finds his rotting corpse in the abandoned building.

My happy minutes are interrupted by the knock on my table. Instantly my irritation hikes up. My eyes slide from his hands to the eyes of the owner of those hands.

He puts his hands in his pocket and grins like a idiot in front of me. Good that he put his hands in his pocket otherwise who knows, they might disappear from his body for disturbing my good time. And he is an 'idiot'. What to call a person who disturbs and stands grinning in front of the stranger who is less of a human and more like a monster?

Whatever he saw in my eyes made him pause for a moment, his mask of easy going man slipped just for mere seconds. But those mere seconds were enough for profiling him. He may seem like an easy going person but he is not a simple man. He too has his skeletons in his closet. Because every one who has skeletons uses a mask. Mask of deception to hide their true nature. Not that I am interested because my skeletons are far scarier than his. Not that he could ever imagine.

He recovers his expression instantly. There are very few people that approach me. They usually stay away from me like that I was that big iceberg due which titanic sank and next is their name on the list. Well, my cold, aloof and blank expression doesn't help much.

"Hello Sweetheart"

His grin slips back in his place and he dumps his arse on the chair opposite to mine. At the word sweetheart I scoff in my mind. My black heart is only sweet as much as a spiciest red chilly can be. Sweet nicknames doesn't go with my personality. 

I wonder if he finds out that I was planning a murder a moment before he interrupted me, how will he react. The thought is tempting but I know better than to act on those.

Good looks, branded three piece suit, expensive watch, in short- a walking bank but I feel nothing. My lack of reply and blank expression if affects him, he doesn't let on. Instead he continues "Seems like a beauty is stood up by some fool " in such a confident tone as if he knows that things will go his way. Poor man doesn't know whom he really crossed this time.

The urge to roll my eyes at his words was so strong that I almost gave in. Almost. Also why do people nowadays think that a girl in such a nice restaurant can't come alone , to enjoy a peaceful evening. Why is it necessary to bring a date along with you? Afterall there are still people like me in the world who love peace in their lives.

"I am James and if you do not tell me your name I am going to call you Gorgeous. "

Another pick up line. Remind me why I can't bash his head against his table.

Because he is innocent. My inner conscience whispers. Right. Abso-fucking-lutely right.

"How about Not Interested? Now if you excuse me" Saying that I dismiss him opening my chats, in which there was one and only contact present. Noah. There is no way that I am opening that CCTV footage of captive in front of him. I know Noah was also monitering Emeric. I ask him for updates and wait for his reply. I also have to inform him about the delay of my next step because of this cocky, arrogant 'Gentleman' sitting in front of me who has no intention of leaving me alone and does not understand the meaning of 'Not Interested'.

My thoughts were disrupted when My. Overbearing spoke up "Clearly, you haven't had a proper look" he declares, leaning back & striking a pose that showcases nothing more than his arrogant demeanor.

I rake my eyes from his head to toe and replied back "Still not interested".

With that I get up, picking my handbag & stalked back to the counter to pay the bill. Surely my evening is ruined, but it still felt good to watch the thunder struck expression on Mr. Overbearing's face. Poor man, maybe he has never met a girl who rejected him on his face.

Many girls may find his cocky, arrogant and overbearing attitude charming. But he chose the wrong girl this time. His looks doesn't affect me nor his richness , especially when I am myself loaded with wealth. 

On my way I heard him getting up and cursing "fuck it".

I put my handbag on the counter and took out my card to pay the bill but the waitress interrupted me, offering me her mega watt smile as if I had handed her a suitcase of million dollars cash. "I am sorry Miss to interrupt you, but your bill has already been paid by the gentleman sitting on that table. He also tipped us heavily."