Prologue

Prologue

BREEZY wind swaying my hair at the rooftop is a type of restful and peaceful day for me but not after resolving a case.

“That was a nice show and deduction, ladies and gents! You all made him confess and surrender himself. You all did an impressive job. Status; completed. Whereabouts; a drug lord has been put behind bars. Mission has been accomplished.” I massaged my temple after declaring that blissful news—making some of them to curse in the line.

“That was really entertaining and lovely, villains and villainess! See you in our adobe,” Tyron on the other line spoke. I shook my head in disbelief. He planned something, aren’t he?

“Lacey...” Tyron called me as he walked towards my direction. He’s here already. Hindi ko man lang napansin.

Lacey, my name or the name they are calling me.

But my point is...

What’s my real name, actually?

Oh, I can’t even remember what’s my name since that incident happened.

I just woke up... my name was already Lacey. Lacey, sounds sexy, and so I am. A lassie who is sexy and of course, pretty.

I light up a cigarette and exhaled it and looked at Tyron who called me. This man who has broad chest and a handsome face, dang. Who wouldn’t fall for an angel? Oh, my bad, devil disguised as an angel.

There is a negative zero chance that I will. And yuck! Never I imagined that. Just... it’s complicated and not acceptable. Love is not in my vocabulary. Love is a distraction, a hindrance, and a curse. Believe me when I say I won’t, I won’t.

I furrowed my eyebrows to him which he replied in weaving a sigh. “He’s up for something gain... I guess...” he answered, not sure about what is he delivering.

“He won’t let me take a vacation, do he?” I questioned him. Tyron snatched my cigarette, making me frown at him. This boy is such an ill-mannered fella.

“He won’t. And what? Vacation? Smoking and drinking at a bar is what your vacation definition?” he sarcastically remarked. I laughed. “You are his favorite villainess, witch,” my eyebrow heightened in his sarcastic statement.

“Correction. A gorgeous, sexy and hot witch. Polish your references,” I stated and he frowned. I started to walk while blowing the invisible bangs on my forehead, here we go again. That old man, he don’t have any plan to give me a wonderful and relaxing vacation. My team and I just finished evicting someone who chose to live in hell and he’s up for his poisonous tasks again. Tss. Or maybe... he just wants to congratulate me. Or so it seems. I rolled my eyes.

I looked down when a hand embraced my left feet. I squinted my eyes. “He... hel...” not minding what he was saying, I get my knife in my pocket as I bowed down and thrust the prickly part of the knife to his heart. Tss! A supposed to be survivor comrade of that drug lord. But sorry not sorry.

“Enjoy your ticket to hell, boy. Send my gratitude to the fallen angel,” I whispered on his ear as if he could hear me. Then, I stood up.

After that incident happened, I changed. Well, just a little, I just became more aggressive and merciless that I don’t give a fuck about my surrounding. Yet, I have an exception; a mission.

Perhaps there is a reason behind the curtain who made me who am I today. And that is...

The yesterday's torment.

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