Chapter 7

RENZO SMITH'S POINT OF VIEW

The sky had dark clouds, and thunderstorms and lighting were shown above the sky. The pouring rain was so hard and loud. The cold excessive wind force accompanies each blow of its branch. The sky was dark, no stars can see in the sky, and only the dark red full moon shines above the skies.

I get out of my red-tone Porsha car,  as the pouring rain continues to drip into my body. Cold wind passes by my bare skin. I dont care if I was soaking wet now.

This was shit!

I tried to appeal for the mission they had given me,  but they didn't reply to any of my letters of email.

I can't kill my wife!

I can't do that kind of shit!

"Stop!" A masculine man shouted at me,  as two of them were trying to stop me.

I get the gun from my back and shoot at their legs,  their legs bleed as the bullet flew towards their bodies, and blood drips from the floor that flows in the pouring rain.

I push the wooden varnish door wide open,  I let myself welcome in. I walked down the long hallway towards the meeting hall where our superiors gathered for their meetings. My soaked body because of the heavy rain was getting the floor wet. I put my gun on my back again.

I walked into the long hallway,  as the floor was getting wet,  because of every drip of the water that was coming from my wet clothes. I could only hear every footstep I made because the four corners of the room were only silent was in here.

I pushed the door that makes a loud banging on the wall. Everyone looks and gasped as they saw me.

"Stop this!" I loudly shouted.

They stopped talking and looked at each other. All their attention was now on me.

I took a deep breath and sighed.

"What do you need Renzo?" The fourth superior asked.

I looked at him with furious eyes.

My whole body was boiling with anger. All could I think right now was the hatred that I was feeling. I closed my fist trying to stop myself from hurting them.

"I don't want to do the mission!" I replied.

"You have no choice!"

"Yes! I have," I insisted.

They looked at me and shook their head,  they seems not to want to hear those words from me.

I then remember a rule that was been running through this organization for years.

That rule was...

They would kill my target,  then me,  if I would not do the mission that was given to me.

But...

I can't do it...

I cannot do this mission...

Thinking about the idea of killing my wife for this mission,  made my knees weaker. I could not possibly kill the person I loved for five freaking years.

This is insane!

"Do we need to remind you of the rule?" the 3rd superior interrupt us.

I looked at her with my weak eyes.

I could not possibly hear that from them,  because hearing those words makes me nervous, and my heart skipped a beat.

I looked at them for a second before speaking but they spoke first.

"Fourth rule, if one of the men of the organization would not be wanted to do the mission that was given to them. One of the superiors must kill the person who was supposed to be killed by one of his/her men and then after killing and finishing the mission that was not wanted to be done by their men. The men of an organization that were refused to do the mission must also be killed too," the third superior explained.

"Do you still refuse to do the mission?" They asked.

I close my fist as I tried not to overcome my anger. I tried to control the exasperation that I was filling. I need to control myself by controlling my frustrations.

I felt my body getting weaker as I heard those words. It was like poison needles were piercing my heart. And it shattered into a million pieces that I had to kill the love of my life.

"I dont know!" I hesitated to answer.

My knees started shaking,  but I tried to not show my superior that I was getting weak, because of this conversation.

This unreal...

This wasn't true...

I don't have to do it...

I tried not to believe that this was happening. That this was all a dream,  a mistake,  that should never be happening.

"We would leave you for now in here,  Kenzo! If you need us we are in the other room. We would continue our meeting in there, "the first superior stated.

I just nodded at them.

No words were coming out of my mouth,  even though I wanted to speak,  it feels like something was stopping me.

I just stared as they left one by one and passed by me,  where I was standing now. They shut the door closed and leave me alone inside the meeting room.

I slowly walked towards the table,  I can feel that my knees were getting weak.

I was out of this world.

I am not in myself now!

The anger fades away because of that and the nervousness arose in my body thinking about what should I needed to do now.

I need to think of a plan.

I sat down on one of my chairs that was supposed to be for one of my superiors. It gets wet because my clothes were soaked in water,  which was caused by the pouring rain outside.

"No! No! This should not have happened to Amelia!" I shouted as it echoed across the four corners of the room.

My eyes were now getting furious. I can feel angry and pissed off now. I can feel my heartbeat getting faster. I closed my fist and stand up.

I tossed the papers that were in front of me that was on the table. Then I grabbed one of the goblet glasses and throw it across the,  it shattered into a million pieces. I picked up a goblet glass again and cracked it on my fist,  blood was dripping from my hand because of the wound.

Because of that, my eyes showed full of determination.

A good plan was now forming in my head.

"I would not let them kill you, Amelia! I would do this mission,  and never appeal again about this. I would just do my best to find the real mastermind, "