Cookies, Tarts and all the Men Involved.

no one had informed me that I had received a package. I knew immediately that someone had broken inside the house.

I sighed and pulled out a gun from my waistband, and then aimed it toward the lower part of my curtain. Well, not the curtain actually, the person behind it.

It took two quick gunshots on the kneecap to bring down a now screaming person to his injured knees, trashing around as they tried to get out of the thick curtains.

”You can just kill me in my own house you know. ”

I said calmly with a chuckle, despite the trashing of the injured person, and chucked my gun into my drawer.

Two of my men burst into my room, and without me telling them what to do, they helped the injured person out and left me in peace.

I took off my shirt and placed it on my bed and then went back to my desk where the parcel was sitting and opened it. There was a live recorder inside, the red light on it blinking calculatedly with a side note scribbled on a piece of brown paper.

I sat on my chair and smirked at the recorder as I read out his message to me.

”Lets not waste time before dying shall we. ”

I read shaking my head, and then with mock sweetness, I replied into the live recorder.

”Thats right. Lets not, Castillo Bychkov. ”