‘if you are tired of seeing his ugly face then stop opening the door to him okay?’ Ximena said her anger rising.
‘indeed. Thats what i’m going to do now. And just sit and watch as you become an old maid. An old spinster. Its gonna come as a shock to you honey’ Aylin said and laughed.
Ximena stood up and pointed a warning finger at her ‘Aylin i’m warning you for the very last time. You wont like what i’d do to you this very moment if you dare me…..’
‘what would you do? You? You want to deal with me or what? I would just kill you with my bare hands. You who had no guts to fight for a comman man. You want with to deal with me, try it and your death would be the next to be announced on CNN’ Aylin said and walked away.
Ximena hissed, threw herself and the sofa and folded her arms. She looked around, she was home. Home sweet home.
Tony gripped the phone harder, not scared one bit.
‘who are you?’ he asked.
‘i’m Bingo of course’
‘and who told you to turn against me?’
‘you gonna ask google about that man’
‘how much did he offer you?’
‘you dont wanna know’
‘tell me, i would triple the price, i’m a billionaire remember’
The guy laughed ‘its not about being the billionaire here, a deal is a deal. I dont double……’
‘just name your fu.cking price idiot!’ Tony barked from the other end of the line.
There was silence from the other line for some seconds before the person finally spoke up ‘i’m sure you dont want Alice to know who you really are’
‘i’m nothing! I just sent you to kill Gilbert out of anger then but now i’ve calmed down and i’m telling you to terminate the contract and you are telling me……’
‘what if you were too late in calling me? What if i’d already killed him before you called me eh?’
‘okay fine, name your price’
‘i dont have a price’
‘NAME YOUR PRICE NOW!!!’ Tony barked angrily.
From the other end of the line, there was no need for a prophet to tell Tony that the guy was frightened.
‘remember i’m Tony Brown and you could spend the rest of your life in jail with just a phone call from me. I’m giving you a chance now, name your price’
‘okay lets do this. Give me three hundred million and i’ll delete all evidence that could pronounce you guilty. All the bank alerts, recorded conversations and text messages’