Chapter Forty Five

The base wasn't as quiet as I had assumed it would be, but it looked as natural as it did the last time we visited.
I still wondered how something magnificent as this was hidden in an underground "world." It was like a city of it's own.
The living room was big and extremely convenient to be in. Beautiful paintings of mafia gangsters and guns, an expensive and comfortable set of sofas, a bar, a really big television, and everything a normal and average home had. I could hear soft music in the background, someone was probably home.
I was wowed by the sight of the hideout of the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters. If the Mafia sisters had a place as good as this, as their base, I might have given it a second thought before shooting Eleanor.
I was beginning to regret that I shot Eleanor. I didn't want to be called a murderer of a girl as quiet as she seemed to be.
If I was going to have the title of a murderer, I wanted it to be one that I would be proud of.
Pedro, Job, and the Mafia lord. I had a soft spot for Peter Mack already, he was the last on my list. I heard the footsteps getting closer, and ensured that I was hidden properly.
It was impossible for anyone to see me from my hideout.
I saw the figure of a young lady, she strode into the living room, and stood at a distance. She looked around the living room, as if looking for someone or something. "Pedro!" She called out loudly with a voice I found both angelic and melodic.
"Was that you, Peter?" She raised her tone up a little bit now.
"I know one of you walked in here. Show yourself, or you'll get it from me." She seemed enraged. I held my breath, and shut my eyes. Silently praying that she wouldn't see me.
She began to draw closer to where I was, giving me a better view of her.
Rich blonde hair, proof of good hair products. Caramel glowing skin, it could be described as spotless. Dark grey eyes, I had never seen any as beautiful as hers. Yellow upper lip and red lower lip, the both looked super attractive as she parted them speaking in a loud tone, and calling on whoever it was with her in the building to come out.
I wondered who she could be. She was probably a slave to one of the Sherlock Head gangsters. I felt sincere pity for her, and I said to myself that I was going to save her.
She stood at a distance away from mine, and nodded in irritation. She was dressed in blue skinny jeans, and a fitted yellow polo shirt. She had light make up on and a very bright lip gloss.
"If you aren't going to come out, and stop playing games with me, then I'll find you myself. And when I do, I'll make you pay for stressing me."
It seemed like some instinct made her draw closer to where I hid. I held my breath. "You are a female, I sense it's a female with me in here. Come out, I say! You'll not like what's going to happen if I fish you out myself"
I wasn't scared of a lady with good looks like her, initially. But as she continued making her threats, I couldn't help but tremble lightly.
"I will give you one last chance to come out and if you don't, I'll do things my own way." She was almost standing face to face with me now. The curtain demarcated me from her.
I bet she could hear my heart pound, she could smell my perfume and she probably knew I was behind what I thought was a great hideout.
"Okay, fine. You got me." I stepped out of my hiding place, and stood in front of her. I took a deep breath, before speaking on. "But I'm sure you need help as much as I do. It was pointless threatening me, I'm a mafia gangster, you know!" Bragging to her improved my self confidence.
She gave me a soul piercing stare, wrinkling her face as if it helped her read my thoughts better.
She walked around me, peering at me like I was some historical antique. When she was satisfied, she returned to my front and stood hands akimbo.
"I could have ended you while you decided to play those nasty games with me, you know!" She paused, licked her lips which was adorned with heavy gloss. I found it uncomfortable that she was consuming that much comfortable. "But on second thought, I decided to hear you out."
She consumed some more gloss subconsciously, before speaking on. "I will ask you some questions, and if you do not give me honest answers, you'll get it from me." I nodded. I wasn't exactly scared of her, but I was in her base. She probably had weapons hidden in different places, it wasn't wise to argue with her.
"How did you find this place? What is your name? Why are you here? Why didn't you come out when I asked you to? How old are you? And lastly, how would you love to die?" She had a gun pointed to my forehead, I didn't see that coming. "Start answering, or you won't have time to say your last prayers."