Black-Mail: Exposed Part 1
- Hiro Kikido
- Jul 5, 2021
- 8 min read
Nothing Personal
My Name is not important, however i can be many things; from model, to a club owner. But mainly i can be really good at framing those who fuck with the system.
My System
I love to travel across the world, searching for the right Photographer. The perfect one for my empire "The Poisonous Rose" a little small group of women who want to feel free, with the purpose of achieving secretive skills, making them feel alive.
A little info of me I use to live in Seattle, although i ended up in New York City to do a studio business until that wasn't the case anymore. I became a thief of Art and Jewelry, a very skilled thief and taught other women who wanted to feel free, besides to live above the rules of a fucked government. Where we only pay taxes claiming a ordinary salary every paycheck. No, the hell with the system.
Before my club was shutdown "Poisoned Sin" Was my go-to place to relax and finally retire from my unique den of thieves career. That's until when a big cunt name "Lucky Lucia" came and raided the place, including the safe of all the money i had stored. She took my women away and offered them a better life with wealth. Working for her as their little gangster gang, terrorizing all over Harlem and the Bronx. She left me with nothing... That's where i regain my strength and decided to work on my new project "The Poisonous Rose" Women who work to extract the information of the ones who called themselves POWER, although, this requires money and time to build... almost a Guild of women. Strong enough to bring down a corrupted capital of Pigs including the Venomous Sakes.
I have enough to buy warehouse and start... I just need to do this last job a friend from a friend. Hopefully I can begin next week.
It all started when i contacted my ex boyfriend that if he needed a person to handle a certain type of job that doesn't require death, i am in.
Nev: So your name is...
???: You don't need to know my name. if your up for the task lets begin.
For some reason i notice he wasn't the friendly type so i needed to keep cool and short.
Nev: Listen, i hope it doesn't involve any killing cause i am not down for that
???: Is your name Nev or Dumb bitch?... Because i don't want to be wasting my time on someone who isn't cut out for the job. So here is the deal. I give you the place, time, event and get me the name of the person who is going to contact a photographer that simple. Only cause your Tank's friend that doesn't mean you and i should get along, got that?!.
He cocks his pistol at her, so she has the idea who is In charge here.
Nev: Alright. Just being friendly...
The man in the suit gives Nev a plane ticket that says round trip. and her week complete to find out who is the person contacting the photographer. She looks at it as she is intrigue to visit Italy, name of the destination "Rome" Nev gets her self going back to her apartment studio and packs up, someone by here door knocks and slips a manila envelope. She open her door to find out who it was but no one there. She opens it and and finds a sharp dagger and instructions to slit the man throat after getting the information from him.
She start to think how on earth she is going to get this weapon through TSA.
Nev: I better call Tank this is... going to be hard to put it through my carry on
Inside the a note falls to the floor, she move her foot and picks it up. It reads: "Take it the line B a TSA by the name of John Mcfoy can pass it through" the note is written by unknown man with a cursive writing reading "Safe Travels"
Nev: Fuck you...
She ends up tearing up the note and finishes packing. Calls a Uber to the Airport.
Nev, boards the plane and she sits down to settle in for a long night of travel. She pulls out a picture of her showing her blue sparkling dress when Tank and her use to be a couple a long time ago.
She doesn't regret the past but she does look beautiful in that picture, it brings back good memories of them two & those funny moments when they use to eat ice cream together at the sunset. She shrugs it off then putting it back in her purse, the sign of fasten your seat belt and the captain announces he is about take off.
Nev looks New York City night lights as they fly through out the night disappearing from view.
Arrivals: In The Eyes Of A Photographer
Nev finally arrives to Rome she stretches her legs from long flight of 8h and 30 mins.
She moves away from the crowd, to adjust her hair, putting on her make up and lipstick. Keeping an eye on the people to see if the photographer arrives as well. Even though she already has a description of the individual. short, 4' 9" woman with a colorful luggage and has a Nikon and freckles on her left cheek.
She receives a text from the man she spoke in the alley.
???: Don't lose sight of that Photographer, do anything you can to follow her anywhere she goes.
A flash appears out of nowhere, Nev turns around wondering who got her picture. A man stands there taking pictures inside the airport.
Photographer: Excuse me Miss, i don't want to sound rude but your in... my shot
Nev looks at him like a pissed off and attitude expression. She walks up to him to give her a piece of her mind.
Nev: Ooookay, now i don't want to sound rude... But... Who the FUCK! takes a snapshot of an airport?!
The young guy smiles and with his finger does a swirl for her to turn around so she can see. When she turns to look straight where he is looking, he ugly attitude fades away looking at two little kids running to hug their mom and dad arriving from their trip.
She turn back to face me as she looks at my camera and snaps the shot, looking at it then her.
Nev: I... I... i'm so sorry i didn't, i thought you... we're taking a picture of me.
Photographer: Nope; These are the people are very important for photography, it is a timeless moment to capture something so priceless. I don't only work with models i work with ordinary people also with a normal lifestyle. Nothing to glamour's.
Nev just looks at him not paying attention that the other photographer arrived and she was about to leave in a taxi.
Nev: OH SHIT!!
The driver leaves to merge into traffic. Nev feels like she fucked up by being distracted by the other moron taking pics.
Are you ok? you seem tired exhausted and pissed off because the cab just left you.
Nev: Listen Asshole! it was nice meeting you continue taking pictures have great...Day.
I grab her arm as she looks at me and whispers at her.
That's not your informant & objective to kill Miss Neveah.
Hearing her name from the guy who doesn't even know stuns her, she becomes paralyzed for split second before she moves her shoulder away from his grasp.
Nev: How the hell you know my name?
Takes her to a private room like dressing room. and explains first who he is.
My name is Hiro Nava Morningstar. I am your informant and target to eliminate, Noo, im not a transgender or a woman. I am a man.
Nev: Yeah! No SHIT! Why tell me this... you know i have orders to kill you.
She looks confused in what is going on. but listens anyways
The man who told you to kill me, is a mole from an organization. He is not what you think he is. Btw your bait... did know that? He wasn't going to let you go moving on with your life, once you find out the information and lets say, you do kill me. three men will be waiting for you at the airport to deliver you back home in a box and dump you in an abandon building in hell's kitchen. With your worthless black pussy coated in blood.
She blinks, looking at him couldn't believe his little dramatic story and breaks out into a laugh.
Nev: hahaha! you are really funny. You know that. for your information that is not going to happen to me. Because i have a friend who will make sure i am safe.
I pull out a recorder that i got from my contact in New York and plays it.
Tank: Do as you please, one less bitch out of my list is good enough for me. She can get you the information i packed in a recorder with instructions what to do. Once your boys pick her up at the airport they can fuck her, rape her, beat the shit out of her bimbo breasts then throw her used up body.
She sits there listening to the recording of his not so called friend, after gasping for air; She looks up to me and feels like she will have no choice but to die along with this stupid fucked up job.
Hey Nev, look at me.
lets enjoy Rome take some pictures make you forget about all this for tonight since you have a week here. have some wine take you out to dinner and i'll tell you more about me.
She stand up and looks out the window saying to him that she wants to go to a hotel and rest for now she feels her heals and shoulder hurting. I nod and takes to the parking lot to get my car and her carry on placing it in the trunk and leaves the airport to the hotel.
Four Days has passed by, that Neveah has been in Italy; her last days are coming quick, as we pass by a beautiful corridor of nature and great black gates, with the leaves on the ground. I take a picture of her as we walk, talking about one another and their hobbies.
I continue snapping pictures of the clothes she brought with her. She stops and makes a pose for me to capture, She then twirls, smiling at me, enjoy this time here as she takes it as her last days living before she goes back getting molested and killed by three thugs.
Whats in you mind, if you don't mind me asking?
sighing she smirks and looks over the lovely garden space they are at, she gazes it, talking while admiring the scenery.
Nev: Besides me getting raped by three thugs, i am thinking that my little Guild won't be happening anymore... I think, i should just give up. Because your not going to let me leave without having blood spilled in your hands.
Hiro Nava: And you think of me as a crazed human excrement? if i wanted you dead, i would have done it at the Airport in the women's restroom.
She giggles thinking why i said excrement.
Nev: You mean, Human beings? Humans are Shit?
Shrugs smiling at her explaining her that is my way of expressing towards the primitive species.
Nev: I was at garden like this back in New York and it remind me of peace and serenity, watching a gloomy rainy day. At the same time i like rainy days, it relieves your stressed out life from work, it replenishes your exhausted down sorrows into soothing droplets, dripping down on your skin making it shine from the any light source it can reflect.
i bend over resting my arms by the stone railing, admiring her, as we share our special moments talking for hours, glancing back to the garden, feeling her emotions splashing me. Gathering a lot information of her personal life, not caring in the world that she is here to put me down like dirty dog, with a weapon she has been carrying all this time along her thigh.
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