“I rarely get drunk, but the few times I do, I don't sleep with women…so…” he clears his throat and grabs his shirt. “Don't get the wrong idea.” “Who said we slept together? Me?” They hear sounds of password being input at the door and the door opens. “Is that a burglar?” Lorette asks. “We can't be sure we're not the burglar, we don't even know where we are.” Weston hurriedly pulls his clothes over his head, walking out of the room. He lets out a partial breath of relief when he sees it's Santiago that comes in. Partly because at least, he didn't break records by breaking into some strange person's house, and on the other hand he still doesn't know where he is. “Hey, San…” the rest of the greeting hangs in Weston's throat at the sight in front of him. Santiago's cloth is stained with blood around the stomach, he's leaning a bit, looking kind of pale. “What…?” “Wow. How did you get here? I don

“That's not what I mean.” Santiago sits beside him. “You know, like, there are some women you'll see and your heart will flutter. You'll feel butterflies in your stomach, that kind of shit.” “Man, if you have those symptoms, you need a visit to the hospital right away. No normal person feels some butterflies in his stomach,” Weston says.“No. Look.” Santiago adjusts on his seat to get Weston's full attention. “There are some girls that you see, like, you might even kiss them and feel—” “What the fuck are you doing right now, San?” Lorette cuts in.“Look at her face, Weston, you'll see that she has feelings for you,” Santiago says. “You see how red her face is?” Weston glances at her. “Why won't her face be red when you're talking about what doesn't make sense.” “Like, Weston,” Santiago says. “You can kiss her to know if you have feelings for her. I can excuse my—” “What the fuck is wrong with you!” Lorette shouts. <

“I…” Weston chuckles. “I had no idea this is the type of person you think I am. Honestly, I just can't say I'm disappointed but what I feel is something close to it.” “I'm sorry.” “Look, man.” Weston drops the remote in his hand and looks at Santiago. “I get that we have personal secrets, I get that there are some personal shit we can't tell anyone but anything that relates to this fucking mission, we have to tell one another about it. It's not like I want to spend the rest of my life doing this shit.”Santiago swallows hard. “I'm really sorry. I promise to tell you everything from now on.” Weston sighs. “I'm really sorry.”“I heard the first time,” Weston says. “About that guy, that guy I was telling you about?”“Jace?” Weston asks. He hears a gasp from Santiago. “How come you know his name?”“Coben told me about him.”“Coben?” Santiago frowns. “I had no idea you're close to tha

“And about Wesley,” Santiago says. “He's going to create problems for us in the future. He's getting too stupid. How could he appear on the stage with a fucking dead baby?” “I know, right? He probably thinks because he's famous, he can do shit as he likes. I warned him not to do crazy stuff but he clearly doesn't listen.”Santiago hisses. That's what he gets for turning a fucking murderer into a ‘singer’. “You know what, sir? I think it's time to end his fucking life. How much has he made us so far?” “I checked two hours ago, from his concerts and fan meets, he's made about three hundred and seventeen million dollars.” “I guess he enjoyed the fame.” Santiago taps a finger on the steering wheel. They don't have anything to lose if Wesley dies now. “Send two people to poison him tonight. Make it look like some staff poisoned him. So that he can make money for us even in death. Those fucking fans need some sob story to continue making money for

“She turned five some weeks ago,” the man says. Weston notices a smile, this time a big smile on the man's face. “She's very good at arithmetic. Sometimes I'm watching her solve arithmetic problems and I'm wondering where she got her brain from.” Exactly, Weston thinks. Hannah loves mathematics. Sometimes he'd be the one to force her to get some food down her stomach once she starts to solve those questions. “She's also good at talking, boy oh boy. She…” the man chuckles. “She says things that are bigger than her age. And, I just realized some other things about in the last few weeks and it's her love for cooking. She's been turning my kitchen into a mess.” “That must be tedious,” Weston mutters. “It's nothing to me. The fascination I get from watching her is enough not to mind the mess.” Weston chuckles. “And now, she's been begging me to take her to a museum. I think she just found some crazy passion for artifac