Pablo POV

"Where is Elvis? It has been a whole full-day and he hasn't been able to provide the hotel's CCTV camera footage for me. And where the hell is Smith?" talking about my son who has the same name as my father. The smoke escape through my nostrils as I double tap the cocaine in between my fingers.

Kathie, my girlfriend. The only woman I have been running shits with for over three (3) to four (4) years after the death of my wife.

Though Kathie seem young, she claim to be twenty seven (27) years which I singlehandedly doubt because at times she act like an adult.

I have been meaning to get married to her but she has been beating around the bush saying she isn't ready and also, my son isn't comfortable for me to get married to another woman who he is older than.

And vividly, I know that Kathie isn't hundred percent (100%) faithful. She still run some messes, even most hotel managers inform me each time she lodge in a hotel with another man.

I end up killing them and making their li