Coming to America

Shirley excused herself from the gathering and went into her bathroom. She washed her face continuously and stared into the mirror.

"What makes Lucy perfect for this mission than me. Just because of 40,00dollars, everyone has high hopes in her" She said bitterly . She fell into a past trance remembering how men forced themselves on her.

She was a gentle and innocent girl who just went to the market to buy candy. Who knew those disgusting creatures will kidnap and transfer her to another country. Tears rolled down from her eyes as she took a knife from her bathroom cupboard.

"I just can't let Lucy go. I didn't plan all this for nothing. I will surely stop her before she reaches the office. Jason Duncan's body and money is mine to keep" . She used the knife to cut her palm in a sense of writing JD on it.

She took out her phone from her pocket and dialled the number labelled as *Uncle Manelo* . Ring Ring! A man picked up his phone and watched the caller ID before receiving the call with a smirk.

"Shirley, tell me what's urgent. I know my little dinner and you just aren't the calling type". He was already getting her bored by talking . If like he wasn't the leader of lion fangs mafia group, she wouldn't have given him her body and wasted her time.

"I need you you to bury a girl alive. You know I don't like my business to be messed with. Her name is Lucy and I will send her picture and details to you in America. Kill her for me" . Manelo listened from the other side with a smile cracked across his lips.

"Another fruit to pluck. Is she a beauty like the last one?" . He asked with excitement but she shut him up and hunged up.

"Happy death wish Lucy Smith. Enjoy the little time you have left". Shirley laughed out loud and placed her injured finger on the mirror .

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Night had already flown by quickly as Lucy hugged Metly and other girls goodbye the next morning. Shirley was the only one who really cried the most while they hugged. She knew this was the last time she was ever going to see Lucy.

"I'm really going to miss you. You won't come back. America is your last stop". Shirley said so sweetly to the extend that no one bothered to analyse her statement.

"Don't cry girl. No way I will stay there because it's fun. I'm bringing his head personally here". Lucy winked at her before rushing to meet Irene.

The drive was silent and little rain drops fell from the skies. The weather was serene , making both ladies to sigh in boredom.

" I know everything went faster than you expected. It also felt sudden and urgent. I also declined Shirley offer to go . As much as she's a high ranked poison lady, she still wouldn't handle the case well.

Besides, you are the only one the cops haven't taken notice of so I thought you can easily pass through the airport" . Irene spoke calmly. She knew Lucy was battling with traveling since this was a first.

Lucy watched Irene with a warm heart. She was glad and obliged to handle such an important mission, however, she was proud of Shirley for been cool with everything. She chucked lightly as she remembered how Shirley cried like a little child .

" Boss, you have nothing to worry about. I promise to make the right decision in this mission". Lucy said with her hands saluting Irene in a military style. They stayed silent one more time making Lucy to think about the fish to kill this time.

Why were some men treating women in horrible ways? Was there something that they needed? Even though she killed most of them out of anger, she still feared one particular man; her father.

There wasn't a slight sign of pity and regret in his eye after killing her mother. The bastard broke a bottle on her head which killed her.

"Oh mother, I miss you" Lucy thought to herself helplessly with sorrow.