Chapter 2 Desperate Kaos

• Claire was back at her lake house now, taking a sip from the champagne flute, as she surfed the internet for who Darrell cortex might be, and why she hadn't heard much about him, until now, but she had nothing, there was nothing on the internet had to offer.
• Her phone rings bringing her out of her misery. “Hey, make it fast” she said to Marley over the phone. “Come to the lavida bar” Marley said before ending the call, her notification chimes,
• ‘make it fast’ sender Marley
• Marley was playful, but never took her work with a tender hand, she must have a reason why Claire should come to the bar, Claire had a rethink, she either stay here and browse endlessly, or check out what Marley had to offer, and the latter was better, she took a sip from her cup before standing up from her bamboo rocking chair
• What could she possibly want?
• In less than 30 mins Claire was outside the bar and had begun to regret her decision the moment she saw a girl throwing up right outside, with a group of smokers puffing out chains of smoke, lavida bar was for low life, and drunkards, it was like a ghetto
• Marley noticing her presence pulled her inside the bar gently like she was drunk weird, claire had her eyes glued on Marley, Marley would never be drunk in an uncivilized place like this, this was all she needed to know something was off.
• “ what is it?’ claire asked in a whisper, “ play along” Marley handed her a cup of alcohol, which surprisingly tasted sweet, “act drunk there are snipers around the bar” she was handed a stick of cigar, to make the scene more neutral
• “ The culprit is here,” she said, gently nodding towards a more quiet and shielded place in the bar, “ how did you know,” Claire noticed a familiar face and a bulky man beside him
• "Well I do proper research you know, it's now or never Claire, this is the only way to see him," Marley said, still trying to maintain her stance, after ages of puffing out smoke and drinking she finally made her way towards him.
• She strode down the bar, till she was just feet away from him. The bulky man had noticed an intruder and glared at her showing her his gun
• Just right outside the bar, snipers were ready to shoot as they were waiting for the signal to pull the trigger. She staggered like she could fall anytime soon. She is a perfect actress. “I see a fine gentleman over there” she winked lustfully rubbing her hands on her thigh. The bulky man nodded at Darrell who was seated, clarifying she was clean.
• The snipers outside didn't notice anything
• “Go back young lady, you are not supposed to be here,” a hoarse voice echoed in her ears. “Well, don't be rude, I just needed a little bit of attention,” she said, faking her puppy face
• “Let her in,” Darell said, immediately her attention was drawn. He sounded like Optimus Prime, from the movie Transformers. The bulky man glared at her one more time, before letting her in
• “Hi handsome name is Monse” she slowly fell towards him, he flinched and just immediately the bulky man pulled her back with his firm hands. “Sit properly lady!” he yelled, “I will try” she hissed, pulling his firm hands off her
• “Well, I can't help when there's a well-built man before me, what's your name,” she said, still studying him closely. If he was showing any trace of lust, then she had an upper hand, but she couldn't see his eyes, he had concealed them
• Only his chiseled jawline, thin peach lips, and wavy hair. Damn this might as well be the hardest mission yet. All her victims were either greedy or lustful, just by looking at them, but he maintained a poker face, “Do you count words?”
• She asked, hoping he would say something, but he just smirked, his eyes fixed on his phone. She was perplexed already and had begun to lose hope. “Well, I am horny, I don't know about you,” she said. Running her hands on his thighs. He raised his arms immediately like he knows what would come next
• The bulky man was just about to knock her out with the back of his gun. “Well, I am gay”, he said slowly removing her arms off his thighs. Something inside her died just immediately after he said that,
• “Well, I am gay too,” she said making a second attempt to run her hand on his thighs and maybe run her hands over his manhood down there, hoping he would react to her touch. “But I bet I could give you a hard and body suiting orgasm,” she said licking and then biting her lower lip
• “Well, I am also allergic to cum,” he said, removing her hands, but this time he squeezed them hard, threatening to break her bones. She winced in pain, as she retreated. “Well, I guess I need to go now,” she said attempting to stand
• “ spy detected,” the bulky man beside her said darting his eyes around the room for a suspect, Claire heard this knowing fully well that Marley's life was at stake. “hey babe!” she yelled, even when she knew she was in a hard place as well
• “Shut it!” a hard object came hitting her from behind as she slammed to the floor. Marley, who had watched the whole scene choked on her drink. They noticed the odd behavior and immediately she became a suspect. She had to exit before the snipers outside got a hold of her
• Claire was out unconscious and was carried on the shoulder by Darell. “Pospone the meeting”, he said in an authoritative voice as he exited the bar effortlessly with Claire in his hands, a Mercedes 300 L was packed just outside the bar
• Quite vintage for a multi-millionaire, he tossed her inside like a bag of light-weighed grain, before he zoomed off