The Secretive Billionaire

It was quite a wintering night in the whole of Central City many people couldn't help but get shut in their homes despite their willingness to be out there just to enjoy watching the full moon brightening up the sky.

Well, some did get their wishes fulfilled but in diverse areas. A motorbike sped past the rows of shops and houses and lamps that were on the road, the cold night did not serve as a distraction to her as she was all packed up in tight-fitting coat to prevent her from catching a cold.

After driving for what seemed to be hours but literally thirty minutes, she pressed the brakes in front of a clubhouse. She removed her helmet and placed it on the motorbike's handle while she had some things to take care of. She got off the bike in an imposing manner and walked towards the bouncers at the entrance. Seeing her face, one of them requested to check her right arm without saying a word.

They rolled up her sleeve and a tattoo showed up. It was a drawing of a glittering dragon with a crown. The drawing was beautiful to see and it was known to be her signature look whenever she came around. After they were done checking her, she was allowed in.

The whole club was shaking with the people in it...not the whole building though. The Club wasn't a club for rich and upperclassmen, it was more like a club for thugs, Street fighters, or a meet-up place for dirty deals and that was what she was here for.

"Watch where you are going, Missy." A man growled when she hits him with her shoulder. She glanced at the man, he was obviously drunk and was trying so hard to remain stable.

"Pathetic." She replied before walking past him. She passed through the rows of dirty humans and climbed a few steps with the label "VIP SECTION".

She was allowed access to one of the rooms. It was not that dark but not that light, it was in between. A man with his back was sitting across her, he picked up the lighter beside him and lit something which seemed to be a cigarette.

"Evie?" The man called. His voice sounded so deep yet crooked.

"Shaft," Evie replied and sat on the chair without being told to do so. The man turned around to look at her, his lips revealing a set of brown decayed teeth. His left eye was patched, he got it from a gunshot and till date, Evie was always surprised why the man was not dead.

"You are finally here." Shaft said and passed her a pack of cigarettes. Evie looked at the cigarettes with disgust.

"I don't smoke." She eyed him maliciously and Shaft chuckled before keeping his cigarettes back in his pockets.

"Sorry about that." He said unapologetically. Evie rolled her eyes.

"Why did you call me here?" She went straight to the point.

"There is a mission for you."

"I am not interested."Evie butts in.

"It's nothing hard. You don't have to kill anyone..."

"I am still not interested in doing it." Evie cuts in for the second time with a stern look. Shaft laughed.

"I know where your siblings are." This caught Evie's attention and her veins almost popped out from the anger she was trying to withhold.

"Don't you dare!"

"Do I look like I care?" Shaft responded with a crazy yet dangerous smirk.

"All I ask is for you to do this last mission for me and I promise not to haunt you down or make you do anything for me. I can put this into writing to be legal if you want but before then, you need to do this for me whether you like it or not!" Shaft spoke.

Evie fell flat on the chair's head, wondering what type of life she was living. Why were things not in her favor these days? Why was it so hard to live a simple life without an annoying pest trying to disrupt it?

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, "What is it that you want me to do?" She gave in.

"Good girl. All I need you to do is to spy on someone."

Evie opened her eyes and looked at Shaft suspiciously. That was quite too easy.

"Spy on someone?"