B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)
Twenty Nine
They went home through the same road, only the road was no longer jammed as before. Angel felt her memory start to grow, the reason why she felt dizzy after drinking Cammomile tea while in Korea. Apparently it was due to his long lost memory, back trying to enter, Angel trying to remember a dream that he often experienced. But, baby, it was all a dream. Forgetting Angel had woken up, Smith picked up a bottle of Brandy tucked in a drawer under the driver's seat, and sipped it slowly.
“ Do you want aqila brandy?. “
“ No, I don't like alcohol. “ Angel said as she brushed away Smith's hand that thrust a brandy bottle at her.
James was still focused on driving, while occasionally looking in the direction of the rearview mirror. As Angel and James' eyes met through the rearview mirror image of the car, James felt bad as he quickly lowered his gaze and returned to the street. When he arrived at Whitehall Smith ordered James to change course.
“ Take north direction, then turn right towards Great Scotland yard. We're going across the Lambeth bridge. “
“ Where are we going?, didn't you say we were going back to the apartment. “ James speaks in a high voice.
“ Lambeth, we'll be there. Everything we need is there, including our revenge plan. “ Smith said it lightly, upsetting James a bit.
“ Well, For dad's sake. Whatever I'm gonna do. “ James follows Smith's orders without suspicion.
Angel did not understand anything, he just followed the game made by Smith. The cars they drove across the Lambeth bridge stretching from east-west in central London, across the River Thames flowing north at the crossing point. The most striking color in the bridge's paint scheme is red, the same color as the leather bench in the House of Lords, which is at the southern end of Westminster Palace close to the bridge. Strongly inversely proportional to the Westminster bridge which is dominated by green, on the east side of the Lambeth bridge there is Lambeth palace which is the official residence for the archbishop of Canterbury in England. Lambeth Palace stands majestically, looking like an ancient English castle.
They arrived at the View Parliament apartment, which was on the banks of the Thames. It is six hundred meters from Lambeth Bridge, a multi-storey building with a modern structure. Almost all parts of the building are made of glass, when it was winter and the snow began to fall with low intensity. Angel never liked the cold weather, it made her cheeks red and her hands felt frozen. He shuddered a little when he got out of the car. Slowly the snow started to fall, this was the first time for him to touch the snow directly.
‘ I live in America, and snow always falls in a certain month. But I didn't expect this beautiful snow. ‘ Murmured Angel in the heart.
“ Wow it turns out snow has started to fall, but this afternoon there is no sign of snow will fall again. “ Smith looked at Angel who was getting cold. “ Didn't you wear a coat, huh it turns out you can't stand the cold huh. “ Smith said while flirting.
Angel was silent, Smith entered first accompanied by James and Angel. They took the elevator to the fifteenth floor, where they would stay. James sleeps in a room with Smith, while Angel gets his own room. Angel went into the room, he was relieved because the place had a heater to make it warmer. He watched each side of the room well, it turned out that the place was wider than the apartment where he lived. A large bed with white sheets complete with pillows and bolsters, beside the bed there is a small table with a sleeping lamp and several drawers under it. A mini kitchen complete with refrigerator, stove, and cookware. In front of the bed there is also a large television with a screen that can change channels with a motion sensor, do not forget there is a phone. It feels quite expensive if he lives alone there, Angel began to feel sultry and decided to take a hot bath.
Angel dropped down slowly in the bathtub, he began to enjoy the hot water that slowly began to feel comfortable on the skin. Slowly he closed his eyes, an image flashed back across his mind. The image of Arnold, whose rowing body hugged him tightly. Touching each body gently, rubbing the neck and playing Arnold's fingers on the front of his body. Without realizing Angel a little groaned to imagine it, not wanting to be tricked he opened his eyes quickly. Angel has no experience in romance, so Angel is afraid that if it is true she is in love with Arnold. Angel finished the bath, she got out of the bathtub wearing a towel for her wet hair and wearing a kimono-shaped towel to cover her naked body. Angel came out of the room, but was surprised to see a man lying on his bed.
“ Smith, what are you doing here.? “
Smith noticed Angel's body was only wrapped in a towel, Angel's skin looks golden when exposed to light. Smith's savage soul started struggling, wanting to sleep in bed with Angel.
“ Beyond a doubt, it turns out your body is very beautiful. Your skin is so exotic, you just finished a shower aren't you cold. Come here I will warm you. “ Smith's tone is so gentle and passionate, Angel can catch the point of Smith's speech. Though not tempted, Angel is not a cheap woman who can sleep with anyone without an official bond.
“ If you want to cooperate, you have to take good care of your behavior. I am a murderer, not a lustful man. “ Angel says firmly and with great emphasis.
Smith smiled, never before had he met a woman who could refuse an invitation to have fun, especially in winter as it is now.
“ Well, don't take my words seriously. This I just want to send this to you. “ Smith approached and gave Angel a brown envelope.
“ Things that will make you remember everything, or maybe it can make you angry. “
Angel took the envelope without opening it. “ Thank you. “
Smith stroked Angel's right cheek gently, and whispered passionately to Angel. “ You can rethink about my invitation, I guarantee you will be satisfied with the service I gave. “
Smith came out letting Angel get glued to the room.
“ Huh, basic guy. Everything was just thinking of satisfaction, I felt disgusted to see her such behavior. “ Murmured Angel.
Angel quickly locked the door from the inside, fearing that Smith might just walk in while she was sound asleep. No, Angel doesn't want his honor to be compromised. Angel threw herself on the bed, the bed was so soft and soft. He picked up a pillow and leaned back, opening the envelope Smith had given him. He saw some pictures of people who died in the accident, and he saw one of the men with his head out of the car. There was a black hole right on the forehead which meant that the man was killed, he didn't understand anything. But all the photos show a similarity, they were all killed not by an accident but by a gun fired at close range. In addition there is a bell and a black rose printed using paper stamped on each corpse, he opened the last photo. A photo that made him almost faint, behind the photo there is writing. Angel read it in a soft voice.
“ Robert Snow.”
Angel's head reacted again, the pain and the picture of the past re-emerged. Now that he clearly remembered, Robert was his father. And he was also killed in the same way, Angel was curious what exactly the bell and black rose symbol meant in the photo, whether it was an organization or something else. Angel realized, he had to call Smith. But it could be that the man got out of control when he saw her naked, Angel got up he was surprised to see a closet containing some sleepwear and a nice dress. Angel picked up a pair of jeans and a long, oversized hand t-shirt, at least wearing loose clothing would make Smith less passionate. Angel called Smith and within minutes Smith was in Angel's room.
“ Do you agree with my invitation, but why do you wear such ugly clothes. Come on, I've prepared lingerie for you. “
“ Mr. Smith, this isn't about that. I'm asking you to come here not because I want to serve you, it's about this photo what does every emblem mean, is it some kind of secret code or logo from the mafia?. “ Angel asked in a cold tone, he was indeed a little interested in Smith's invitation but he did not want to waste his cheer just for a striped man like Smith.
“ This is the emblem of the mafia organization, you see. The bell is the symbol of the Blood organization, and the Black Rose is the DarkRiver organization which means they are responsible for the deaths of these people. “ Smith began to show serious facial water, although occasionally he looked at Angel's chest and regretted the girl's decision to cover it with a loose shirt.
“ And Robert, do you know this man?. “
“ Well, he is a Caribbean friend. You see, we were out drinking together when this picture was taken. Just before his death, they were indeed weak filthy creatures. “ Smith's tone began to stir, showing such deep anger and sadness.
Angel was shocked not to play, it turns out that all this time he served with the organization that took the life of his own father. It is unforgivable, annoyed, angry, disappointed and sad to be one. Now that Angel is turning around, someone has to be slaughtered and that person is responsible for his father's death.
“ Do you know who is involved?. “
“ Yes..., but I can't find the whereabouts of mr. blood. But in this city there was one person who took part in the murder. “
“ Give me the protocol, and I'll finish it my way. “
“ Yes..., I am also coming, we together must take revenge. It's for my father who died because of them, and for Robert my Carib friend. “
Smith smiled happily, the plan worked. And now he can take revenge more easily and more painfully. And this was all thanks to Angel, who happily helped him without pay.
