Deep in my gut I was experiencing unequaled happiness and ecstasy as I looked into Trigger’s eyes……..He was trembling underneath his suit and I knew that, as I noticed it my smile broadened and my anger boiled……so this coward would have been the one to take blood down if luck hadn’t shone on me……I whispered to the senator to tell the girls to keep Alice away from me at the time being because I couldn’t risk pulling her into all this and risking her life, that would be unwarranted bloodshed and that was something I had lost taste of……
With a motion of his hand, the senator beckoned Trigger to come over to where we were standing…….He was really looking smart and good, I have to say in a Giorgio Armani Emporvius suit, sparkling white shirt and a gold rolex…….This motherfucker better not be spending the money I had worked hard for because I wouldn’t take it lightly with him……
He walked over timidly and stood uncomfortably as we both nuzzled him into a corner……”Do you two gentlemen mind telling me what’s going on here??”, the senator said in a cold and mundane voice as I frowned at Trigger……”Why don’t you ask this piece of s–t right here, it appears he put a price tag on my life!!!!!”, I said taking a deep long gulp of the vodka in my glass, reaching into my suit pocket, I took two capsules of epinephrine and dropped them into the remaining drink and signaled the waiter for a refill…….
The senator had been staring at me putting the epinephrine in my drink and was still looking, ”what???, what can I say???, old habits die hard!!!!”, I said smiling at the senator…….
”You haven’t said anything since you got here”, the senator said looking hard at trigger…….My cup had been refilled and the epinephrine had fully dissolved as I kept taking sips from the spiked drink…….My veins became visible, my eyes blood shot and my heart rate spiked…….The adrenaline flow was my elixir in times like this……..”you guys are wasting my time here”, I heard Trigger say……….My glass was empty by now……my biceps and triceps flexed as I increased my grip on the glass and it shattered in the palm of my hand cutting me and drawing blood……A couple of people looked in our direction as the senator and I waved them off with smiles on our faces…..”calm down Blood”, the senator knew I had anger issues and one more silly word from Trigger would spell his end on the spot…..the nigga was now cowering in the corner. I apparently scared the living daylights out of him by cracking the glass….I removed my black tie and used it to tie down the wound on my hand as the senator motioned some of his bodyguards over and gave them orders after which he left to officiate the fundraiser……obviously he had ordered that Trigger be held in custody until the fundraiser was over……I joined the crowd as trigger was moved towards the corridor by armed guards….
The fundraiser had begun properly when I decided to check on the corridor…….As I stepped out of the hall, I saw an ear piece belonging to the senator’s security detail on the ground and what really got to me what that it had some blood on it……..I pulled my glock pistol from its holster and fixed the silencer and headed towards the senator’s room…I heard grunts and barging into the room,i found one of Triggers men trying to strangulate a guard……..rushing over, I knocked him out with the butt of my pistol and released the guard…..d–n!!!!!!trigger was getting away and the senator wasn’t aware….Handing my pistol to the guard, I rushed to the fire escape, I had to get to the roof of the building and to my sniper rifle………after some minutes, I was on the roof and right on time because a car had pulled up and Trigger was already inside, I could see him cos the car’s inner lights were on…….loading the rifle, I aimed for his head as I dialed his number and immediately he picked up laughing, ”so you think catching me would be so easy”, ”yea, really I thought it would be but you’ve gotten a little bit smart”, I said as I fired two rounds from the rifle and as the bullet hit the glass, they could only crack it but they couldn’t get through……His head spinned around in horror as he understood what just happened, he had been saved by the bullet proof glass……His eyes darted to the roof to find me reloading the rifle with sabot rounds which would make rubbish of the bulletproof glass…….”go!!! go!!!!! Go!!!!!”, he shouted at the top of his voice at his driver……”you bloodthirsty b—–d”, he yelled into the phone…….”yea,motherfucker!!!! am thirsty for your blood”, I said as I aimed at his car which was now speeding out of the mansion compound……firing two more rounds, his two guards who were protecting him with their bodies swirled around in the vehicle, dead!!!!!………I was about to fire the killer shot when the car swerved and drove into a bush path hiding him from my view…”Say your last prayers motherfucker ‘cos one of these days, your family will be begging to give your corpse a proper burial”, i said into the phone as I ended the call and put my rifle back in its case…….
This is what happens when blood starts hunting for a nigga……..With a ghostly frown on my face, I descended the fire escape to rejoin the fundraiser….