WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Fanny and his two securities drove in his stretched Rolls Royce limo as they screeched across the tar. His hands were fidgety as he looked unperturbed and unstable both in and out. He thought Ruby was dead, the shooter confirmed to it; he even rewarded him with a cash and hot escort whores for his pleasure tonight. He made sure he paid him handsomely for the murder and so expected nothing less than Ruby being a dead man.

“So why is Ruby still enjoying the fresh hair of China? Why is that bastard still alive to enjoy his woman; some one he planned to marry?”

“Why would he lie to me?”

“Why would he joke with Fanny? Is it that he has not asked about me before thingking to mess around with the devil himself? I will make sure he pays with his blood. There is no stopping me,” he murmured within himself and gnashed his teeth in fury.

He thought as they drove into the night and pulled over a spacious compound, and his security alighted at once to open the door for hm. He paused for one moment at the serene building upon alighting from the car. He waved at his security and they pranced into the building, opened the door at once; lo and behold the shooter was down with a whore who was busy moaning under his libido.

The shooter pounded into the lady who kept moaning at the top of her voice. Fanny and his security stood staring at them until the shooter shook and jerked repeatedly, ejaculating hugely before collapsing on the naked busty lady. “Oh damn you are hot, baby,” he whispered his commendation, and panted hard, sighed and struggled to keep his breath. He sweated hugely and kept stroking the huge breasts of the whore who couldn’t stop breathing hard under his weight.

Fanny cut in, “And if you were hot in executing a simple murder I wouldn’t be here disturbing your sensual night,”

The shooter flinched like a cat, and the lady covered her nakedness with the duvet.

“Out bitch,” commanded Fanny and the lady made outside immediately.

“Boss,” the shooter called, still catching up with his breath and building up energy to talk fluently. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I shot him dead.”

“Yes and his ghost called me today,” he added. “Quite disrespectful that I am in your house for the first time and you are watching me talk without offering me a seat.” He said and sat down, except his hostile looking security.

“Do you know what makes men great?” he asked and brought out a cigar to light. “Honesty. With honesty the commonest of men have risen to the stardom of success regardless of their career. I was supposed to give you only cash but I gave you a woman to warm your thighs. No worker, including civil servants can get such reward, yet you didn’t only lie to me, but you enjoyed my benefits with your full chest. Now tell me what Fanny should do to you?” he smoked hard and crossed his legs.

The shooter shook his head, “I am going to hit him again since he is alive but I’m sure he is dead. That man is dead man. I am not a poor shooter…”

There was quietness as Fanny smoked effortlessly and stamped his foot on the ground. “Ok, but I hope you know second chance comes with price. Can you pay the price?”

He shook his head, “Yes I know. I can pay the price,” he said, feeling relieved and out of trouble finally.

“Ok guys you heard him, he can pay the price,” Fanny said to his security..

One of them came at the shooter at once with a quick blow, dug a pistol in his throat and off the bullet went and the shooter stretched out in cold blood on the floor. The other security brought out a bag, and they wrapped his corpse and took it out into the limo. Soon they were driving out of the street. when they approached a waste bin by the corner they dumped it and zoomed off.

“I know you can’t wait to see Kowloon,” said Ruby to Opula as they stretched out side by side in the private jet, and soared beneath the sky to Kowloon.

“who won’t be happy to visit the walled city,” she replied, and stretched to the Spanish wine by her corner, poured for two and handed him a flute. “Let’s drink to a safe trip.

“Yes to a safe trip,” said Ruby as his flute came handy. ” A toast to oneness, love, respect, more success,”

“And protection from our shooters,’ she added and her face was delighted with smiles. They clicked their flutes of wine and sipped calmly.

Ruby started thinking about the visit he made to the home town of the girl Fanny raped and murdered ten years ago. He presented the story and the photos to them and they wept bitterly. He would not forget how the aged parents of the girl with eyes welled with tears stared at the photos repeatedly and threatened through clenched teeth to hand Fanny over to the claws of justice . Ruby promised to assist them financially in putting fanny behind bars.

“You don’t have to delay. You will have to make entries with the police. I would have loved to assist you do that but for my trip to Kowloon,” Ruby had told them, brought out his cheque leaflet and scribbled some figures, “This is cheque for half a million dollars. When i am back we will continue this fight.” he had told them and left.

“I can’t wait to visit Ziu Tech and meet with Zie Lee,” Opula said and forced a smile.

“You are gonna see him. He is a nice, gentle billionaire.” Ruby remarked.

And Opula kept at her smile, dug her hands into her handbag and felt the sizeable container of acid, poison and then she frowned.