Both faces turned, startled by an American with a white beard and a bald head, which was hidden under a black cap. He wore a matching black jacket and jeans and stood with a handgun that had a silencer.

Rosie leapt up in a flash, recognising a familiar face. She wanted to abandon Yasteer and run as fast as possible, but she knew it would cost her her life.

“Andrea,” she said, in a low voice, sweat beginning to drip on her forehead.

Andrea Tapert. She’d met him a week back in a club. She’d been taken by his charm when he approached her. And his tongue was flowing with the right words that made her end up going to his place.

“If it isn’t the sweet Rosie,” said Andrea. His voice was low and rough. “You thought you could steal my money and get away with it. That I would never find you. You have no idea who am I, do you?”

Obviously she had no idea that she had stolen from a druglord. She assumed he was a regular rich guy like she always met in clubs. She never thought that the money she found was dirty money or, even worse, blood money; she didn’t care either.

That night she went to his place. Nothing more was spoken as they started to kiss wildly. He wiggled the door handle of his bedroom and pushed it open with his foot, mouth stuck on hers. Before jumping into bed, Rosie ruined the moment as she excused herself to the bathroom.

Once she had finished, she noticed a tiny rope hanging on the ceiling. She peered closer as she climbed on the bathtub. She pulled the hanging rope and a bag dropped into the bathtub. After sliding the zip open, her heart took a knock as she saw a lot of money stashed inside.

“I can explain,” she said, wiping off a bead of sweat off of her forehead. Yasteer stood up behind her.

“Do I look like I need an explanation?” Andrea’s brows furrowed. “All I need is my hundred thousand dollars. And since you took it without my permission, there is an interest rate of 50 per cent or your boyfriend dies.”

He glanced at Yasteer and smirked.

“I’m sure money won’t be a problem for you any more since you’re a queen.”

Yasteer stepped forward and glared at Andrea without any fear.

“Yasteer, no. Please step back,” Rosie said desperately. “I have his money. All of it.”

Andrea shot a warning look at Yasteer, who didn’t move from in front of his face.

“I would listen to your little bitch if I was in your shoes.”

After Rosie had discovered the money, she snooped around in the bathroom cabinet and found sleeping pills. She took two from the container and hurried to the kitchen. She looked for anything alcoholic but found nothing until she went to the lounge where there was a bottle of whiskey. She crushed the pills and mixed them in his drink and returned to the bedroom making a toast, “May the Lord bless us with good sex tonight.” They both laughed and gulped down the warm spirit. Rosie bought some time for the pills to doze him off whilst she pretended to be stripping for him. When his eyes finally rested, she got dressed, jogged to the bathroom, took the money and disappeared from his house.

“Call her one more time by that name and see what I am going to do to you,” Yasteer threatened. He was still her bodyguard after all.

But his words seemed to have threatened the wrong man. After a giggle, Andrea didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger, letting the bullet fly into Yasteer’s heart. Rosie screamed her lungs out as Yasteer dropped to the ground.

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