Chapter 3

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When I left the gym, I headed back to the motel and went to room 66, my room. As soon as I walked into the room, the phone started to ring. I looked at the phone, saw who it was and I picked up, “Yea, Diego.”

“Hey I got a possible client for you on hold, you wana’ take it?” asked Diego

I hesitated, but said “Uh yea sure, but hey did Marooney pay up for Barrios?”

“Yea, the money was dropped off right after you left, but I haven’t counted it yet.”

“Ok, put the client on, wait who is he?”

“Um, it’s a she.” Diego corrected.

Its always nice when there is a change in the client trend. “ She huh? Whatever, who is she?”

“Estafanie Romero, she wants to kill a Roberto Romero.”

“How are they related again?”

“She wouldn’t say, she wanted to only talk to you about it.”

“Put her on.” I said.

Couple seconds later..“Hello, is this Marquez?” asked a thin screechy voice.

“Yea, what can I do for you?” I said in my naturally deep voice.

“I need to kill Roberto Romero and Lola Tanner,” said Estafanie.

“What’s the relationship between you and Roberto Romero?”

“Um….” There was a moment of silence.

“You both have the same ..”

“He’s my husband.” She said really fast and cut me off.

“I see, and why do you want to kill your husband?” I asked indifferently.

“The bastard was cheating on me for five years!” She almost yelled angrily.

When she told me this, all I could think of was that it took her five years to realize that her husband was cheating on her. I laughed in my head at this dumb bitch.

“Lemme’ guess, Lola Tanner is the woman he’s been cheating with?” I told her.

“Not just any woman, my sister in law.” She said disgustingly. “Apparently, my husband was doing more than cheering her up when her husband was gone.”

Oh my god! Estafanie wasn’t just a dumb bitch; she was a stupid dumb bitch. It took her five damn years to realize this fact. Her sister in law!

“Her husband, so your brother. Where is your brother?” I asked.

“He’s in the army, he was deployed overseas.”

Another reason, why I hate women. While the husband is fighting his ass off, the wife is whoring around with a brother in law. 

“How much are you offering?” I finally asked.

“One million, if they’re dead before Monday.” She said.

“One million dollars?” I asked hiding the surprise in my voice.

“Did I mention my husband is a millionaire?” she laughed.

“Tell me a place and time.” I told her now wanting to end this conversation.

“They will both be spending the night at Studio Plus Suites on Friday. There will be some kind of business banquet at seven in the evening and they will probably spend the night there. That’s why I want you to kill them in their bed, preferebly.”

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