[ ] What if..
Ezekiel's POV
"Where the fuck are you Lamperouge?! I've been calling you for five fucking times"
I hissed full of anger as he took his phone to answer. Fuck this asshole
[B-boss--argh!]
I was ceased when I heard his voice in pain
[You wanna avenge your friend, Ezekiel?]
My thoughts were taken aback after hearing such soft, intimidating yet seductive voice.
"Ayesha."
I uttered her name full of distaste.
"This might help you remember our deal, Ezekiel"
𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔
"Why hello, Ezekiel Roswell."
I felt gentle fingers tracing my shoulder, crawling its way softly towards my neck, up to my jawline as her seductive glares darted on me.
I didn't bother to look back at her and dropped my cigar, sliding my hands inside my pocket.
"Keep your hand off me, Ayesha."
She chuckled teasingly and pulled herself away from me. For years, I just had one goal in mind.
To eradicate Ayesha Heartily Ferrer.
But to a nauseating degree, she had one tight grip with luck that it's quite lucid enough that I cannot take this hellion down that easily.
"Hand me the file, Ezekiel. And I'll leave you all.. alone." She whispered with an alluring smile painted on her lips.
Her words caught me.
And a mocking grin was visible on my face. I leaned towards her and stared coldly at her eyes. A lurking devious smile crawled on my lips, whispering
"Kill me, and everything you want from me will all.. be granted."