You can't Run, My Secret Maid!

A loud sound came from a woman's fingernails tapping on the metal table. A cold gaze, without a hint of a smile, stared at the projector screen displaying a series of photographs taken over thirteen different days. Every thirteen days, murders continued to happen to young women in Milan, Italy.

"How was it?" Audrey, one of the leaders of the secret agency, was now looking at Zella.

"Just think about it first; you're just a maid coming and going and not staying, Zella." Diandra, who is also a secret agent,

"I'll think about it." Zella was still trying to strategize in case she accepted this worker.

"Queenzella." Audrey was the leader who had been with Zella.

Zella had been with Audrey for five years. Yeah, she did not join from the beginning in the form of an agent led by the best leader. Originally, there were only three secret agents: Audrey, Diandra, Layla, and Queenzella. They were the last to join to perfect the three great people.

"Yes, sis." Zella considers Audrey, her sister; Audrey and Diandra greatly helped Zella's development.

"I'm confident in your abilities, regardless of what will happen later." Audrey put down her best handgun, not only Audrey.

Diandra also put down her favorite folding knife. They were both staring at Zella, while Zella only stared at the two sharp, dangerous weapons she had learned.

This mission was particularly difficult for Diandra, as she was going to a Christopher family mansion. Zella would never know what she would face in there.

"I will complete this mission!" Zella placed her handgun on the same metal table.

"Good job, Zella! I like your brave attitude! Let's set the strategy for the next day." Audrey gave Zella a small pat on the shoulder, and a phone call from Audrey's son forced the leader to leave early.

All left were Diandra and Zella, still focused on the projector screen. Zella's eyes continued to look at the changing photos, one by one, as if she observed in detail-all the murders were committed at one point, namely by stabbing at the vein in the neck.

"You observe first; do you find it strange the way he kills?" Diandra looked at Zella.

Diandra had discussed this with Audrey earlier. Audrey should plan to go down to complete this mission. However, Diandra forbade Audrey, thinking that they both had overprotective husbands. And this mission was more than one or two days.

"He killed her by stabbing her in the vein." Zella immediately said what she thought.

"That's right! Not only there, you see, he also pulled out her index fingernail." Diandra zoomed in on a few visible photos of the victim, whose index finger was turning blue because the nail was gone.

"Yeah, I noticed that too. But damn it! "Christopher's youngest son always gets away with it and has no evidence or traces of a crime to his name." Zella clutched her hands; previously, she had asked Layla who was so skilled in hacking internet data, but still, there was no criminal record for Mikequel Cristopher.

"He's quite cunning and clever in playing the action." Diandra nodded and agreed with what Zella said. She was amazed at how Mikequel Christopher's murders worked; how could they accuse Mike of murder? Even though Mike has no evidence of committing murder. Of course, the families of the victims

They said that Mike had been close to their daughter, but unfortunately, no one could put Mike away or seek justice for murder. Mike's family seems good at covering up their son's scandals.

******

"What's your name?" The cute-looking, handsome face attracted the young woman.

"Call me Mike or Mikey." The man caressed the face of the young woman, who had been driving him crazy for the past few days.

"Mikey?" The woman stroked Mike's chest.

"I want to be a cat for you." Mike licked the young woman's neck, taking a small bite of the ear of the woman who would become his target.

"My cute cat, I want to be with you forever."

The woman, whose name Mike didn't recognize, immediately pulled Mike by the scruff of the neck and crushed his lips brutally. Mike would not miss this opportunity; he immediately picked up the little body and headed for the stairs that would lead them to the master suite.

They were now in a villa in Italy. Mike deliberately booked the villa to get in on the action, his hands going straight to the action. Taking off all the clothes of a twenty-one-year-old woman, Mike will always look for young women from 18 to 21 years old because they are still stupid and innocent in the eyes of 27-year-old Mike.

Mike caressed the face of the woman named Cindy. His hands began to descend to touch all the beauty on Cindy's body, and sighs filled the room. Mike hated the sound of her voice. But since he had not yet united his body with Cindy's, Mike let the mouth continue to speak of the naughty play of Mike's fingers.

"You like my game?" Mike whispered, his eyes looking at Cindy's face, which looked very frustrated. Without warning, Mike brought their bodies together.

"Say goodbye, baby," Mike whispered one last time before his hand stabbed Cindy with the scissors right in the neck.

Fresh blood flowed on the bed. Mike just smiled. He loved the sight of blood. Mike seemed to be obsessed with it.

Mike's phone kept ringing. He stopped laughing and answered the call from someone. "Hello, Daddy; Mike killed another person." Mike proudly told his father.

"Tell me, where are you now?"

Mike moved the phone out of earshot before returning it to his left ear.

"Daddy Mike's eardrum could be damaged! Mike is at Mark's villa." Mike casually mentioned the villa's name, which wasn't famous but would be famous soon because of this murder case.

"Stay away from there; Daddy will take care of it!"

"No, Daddy, I can handle it."

Click.

Mike turned off his cell phone by throwing it hard against the concrete wall beside him. Focusing again on the dead woman, Mike dragged the body off the bed and carried it to the bathtub.

Mike turned on the faucet to fill the bathtub to the brim. Stroking Cindy's pale cheeks, Mike's hand poured soap onto the water's surface and let the water lather. His hand turned off the faucet, and the milky white water turned pink as it mixed with the blood still flowing.

"Take a bath, baby; you have to be beautiful... And you have to smell good to face God." Mike took the sarong and returned to touching Cindy's beautiful hands with nail art without wanting to waste too much time. Mike pulled one of Cindy's index nails off.

"I'll take this as a souvenir." Mike left with the nail pieces of his victim.

Zella's cell phone continued to ring, her hand fumbling to her left side. Zella's eyes were still closed as she tried to find her cell phone, which was nowhere to be found.

"Hello."

"Z04. Listen to me! Murder happened again today; we have to go to the crime scene."

"Shit!" Zella woke up from her sleeping position. She had just returned at two in the morning, and at 6 am, Zella already received a call from her leader.

"Okay, I'll be there soon, A01." Zella turned off the phone; there was no more time to gather her life. Zella scrambled out of bed, put on her jeans, and pulled on the black t-shirt and leather jacket thrown on the sofa.

Before leaving, she took a few pills to get rid of her slight hangover. That's right! Zella's habit is that when she gets a lot of assignments, she has trouble sleeping, so she has to drink a bottle of whiskey until she gets drunk and falls asleep. And she regretted it this morning because the damn murder assignment happened again.

"Damn you, Mike! I'll expose all the rot!" Zella grabbed the keys to the vehicle and left her apartment a little ways from the city center.

Zella got on Herley's motorcycle, put on her helmet, and started the engine with a single pull. She rode the two-wheeler at a speed of 70 across the asphalt road, which would have been slower if she had used a car this morning, which was why Zella used the motorcycle she got as a gift from her agent friends.

It took a little while before she arrived at where her base was. Zella could already see A01, D02, and L03 gathered before the headquarters.

"Sis, are you back from Las Vegas?" Zella reprimanded L03, a secret code woman named Layla, the best hacker in her agency.

"Yeah. A01 contacted me last night to discuss this; I didn't expect the murder to happen again," said Layla, who looked at the two people who were busy tidying up their clothes.

"Let's go," said A01, a secret code for Audrey.

"L03 and I will use the motorcycle; you two can use the car," Zella said again; they all agreed and started to leave for the crime scene where the murder took place in a villa.

Along the way to the crime scene. Zella just kept thinking she had to respond quickly to this. However, Zella was also still confused about how to get all the information that could prove Mikequel Cristopher was the killer.

All of her agents had arrived at the crime scene. But there was no way they could show their faces in public, so the four of them entered through the secret door of the villa. Only their subordinates were waiting there. The police also knew that the four of them would come first to check before the corpse was taken for autopsy.

"Don't forget to wear gloves." Lyla took out a black rubber glove.

Zella and her friend entered the room that was the scene of the murder. Blood flowed profusely on the floor into the bathroom; Zella and the others were just used to seeing this because the four of them had been through a lot, including seeing countless amounts of blood.

"How clever of him." Zella cursed as she saw the woman's corpse rising in the bathtub, the water turning the color of blood.

Zella touched the woman's fingers to make sure that this woman's corpse's index fingernail was not missing. But unfortunately, that was also the case for this poor woman's corpse. One nail on the index finger was missing.

"It's gone too," said Diandra, just watching with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"She probably died at 1 am. Her body is swelling from the hot water, but wait!" Audrey noticed something strange.

"The water contains formaldehyde." Diandra immediately answered what Audrey was thinking. Zella and Layla were surprised by this.

"Why would he use formaldehyde?"

"Probably to remove his fingerprints."

*****

"I'll leave tomorrow." Zella looked at her three agents sitting across from each other. They were at the headquarters to consider everything.

"You should change your name to protect your identity." Layla made another suggestion.

"I will keep your name, Zella. Because no one recognizes my name as Zella. There's only Queenzella instead of Zella."

"I'll make a new identity for you." Layla stood up from her chair and left the room.

All that was left now were Diandra, Audrey, and herself. "I will approach Kenneth Cristopher to get information about his brother"

"You mean?" Audrey asked again.

"Of course, I'll woo Kenneth, sis," Zella replied with seriousness.

"I'll try to make Mike fall for me, no matter what." Zella made up her mind to make Mike fall for her.

"Are you sure? Zella, you need to get the information, and we'll catch him together." Diandra again warned Zella of the action.

"No, I'm not. Let me finish everything this time."

Soon, Layla arrived with Zella's ID card. She also registered Zella as a new citizen.

"Tomorrow, you can start to enter Mansion Cristopher."

*****

Zella looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her originally light brown hair had now turned pitch black. Her makeup had also changed to a simple, standard look for this mission.

She had prepared to go to Cristopher's Mansion this morning. A taxi had been ordered, Zella was ready with a tote bag slung over her shoulder, and her hair was tied up in a neat knot.

From the information she had gotten. Cristopher's family was very selective in choosing servants, so many were hired back and forth. Only some selected maids stayed in the Mansion. Zella wished she could stay there; she didn't mind not going back to her apartment for the sake of this mission because Zella was an ambitious woman who wanted to do everything she could to complete her mission this time.

The taxi pulled up in front of the magnificent Mansion. Consisting of six levels with an area that made Zella marvel at its beauty, her feet walked slowly and tried to be as graceful as possible so that the master of this Mansion would be attracted to her.

"Who are you!"

Zella stopped in front of the sturdy iron gate that was five meters high from her.

"Good morning. I am Zella, the call maid assigned to Mansion Cristopher." Zella introduced herself to the two gatekeepers, who stared at each other.

The gate was opened for Zella, but the questions were not enough to get her body through the door of Mansion Cristopher. Zella was checked again; she put down her tote bag and raised her arms. A bladed weapon detector passed over her entire body; luckily, the chip attached to her wrist was undetected.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Zella let her tote bag containing her latest wallet and identity card be checked again. Zella did not carry any sharp weapons because sometimes she preferred to use her bare hands to get things done.

"You may enter now."

Zella finally got through everything and was allowed to enter. Her feet stepped back with a bright smile, and Zella climbed one concrete staircase after another. Six huge pillars welcomed her; the Victorian house was so obvious that Classy and Luxury were visible before her eyes.

"Are you the new maid?"

A soft, light voice stopped Zella's footsteps. She turned her body to look at the source of the voice, a woman in a black uniform approaching Zella. Zella lowered her head slightly, knowing that the person in front of her was the butler of Cristopher's mansion.

"Yes, Miss, I am Zella, the new maid."

"Come with me; I will teach you."

Zella just nodded and followed where she was being taken. Zella continued to look inside the Mansion, looking for the person who made her purpose in coming to this house. Zella turned her body and saw a room that seemed specialized for servants. Many servant uniforms were hanging because of the first thing that greeted her.

"Put these clothes on."

Zella immediately accepted the uniform given to her; without saying much, Zella quickly entered the bathroom and put on the maid outfit that she thought was too narrow. With her breasts so prominent, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Why do I look like a slut?"

Zella thought to herself; she continued to pull up the skirt that was only up to her thighs, perhaps because her height of 175cm made her clothes also short and small.

Zella finally exited the bathroom and approached the butler, still waiting for her.

"Miss, aren't these clothes too small?" Zella tried to interact with the woman, who was now looking at her sarcastically

"No, it isn't. I think it could be that the master of this house is unlikely to be interested in a maid like you." The woman's words made Zella laugh in her heart; she seemed to be challenged now. What if she managed to attract the hearts of the two young masters in this house?

"What's with that cynical smile? Don't you believe what I'm saying?"

"No, Miss. I'm just smiling and thankful that I'm not the taste of the young master Cristopher," Zella said with a big smile.

"Aaa, you also know the residents of this house."

They walked back, Zella just following behind the older woman's body. She kept her head up, looking left and right to see if she could find anything Mikequel or Kenneth.

"Sir."

Zella immediately bowed her head when the older woman who was the butler. Saying the name Sir, Zella needed to know which Sir was being welcomed.

"Sir, I brought a new servant. Introduce your name; in front of you is currently young master Kenneth."

Zella raised her head slowly; the older woman's body had stepped aside so that Zella's eyes could immediately stare at the cold face that was so pale, with slices of gray eyes that were as sharp as an eagle. The blonde-colored hair was so handsome, with a sturdy jaw covered with fine hair, making the man so mature and charming in Zella's eyes. This was not the first time they had met, Zella remembered.

"Good morning, Mr. Kenneth; I'm Zella, the new maid here." Zella extended her hand, but unfortunately, her hand was immediately brushed away by the older woman beside her.

"Come with me."

Zella was immediately surprised when Kenneth hurriedly pulled her hand up the stairs. She almost tripped because Kenneth was too impatient to pull her hand.

Arriving at the stairs' end, Kenneth continued pulling Zella towards the wall. Zella's hand immediately slipped from Kenneth's tight grip, but it didn't stop there. Kenneth grabbed Zella by the neck and pushed her body into the concrete wall behind her.

"What are you doing in my house!" Kenneth looked into Zella's eyes with a sharp gaze.

"How can I talk about you choking me." Zella held Kenneth's hand around her neck.

Although she could hardly breathe now, Zella didn't even try to put up a fight because she would look weak to accomplish her mission. Shouldn't servants be subservient to their masters?

Kenneth did not release the grip of his hand, but he immediately crushed Zella's lips brutally. He held her by the scruff of the neck, crushing her lips roughly. Zella raised her eyes! She couldn't believe what Kenneth was doing as this man dared to kiss her for the second time.

Kenneth's hands squeezed Zella's buttocks, making Zella stomp on the surface of Kenneth's feet hard. The kiss broke away; Zella looked at Kenneth with a sharp gaze. She wiped her lips roughly and realized the man before she had hurt her lips.

"Thank you for the welcome kiss. Next time call me over to your bed, and I'll dance like a bitch!" Zella touched Kenneth's chest, and this opponent was already quite familiar to her. At least Kenneth and her had been involved, just a random kiss at the bar.

"What are you here to be my bitch for? Ck! How cheap of you, Zella." Kenneth quipped with a flat face.

"What's the point of looking expensive? I am a bitch! It's not wrong for me to come to this mansion." Zella rolled her eyes; she approached Kenneth again, eroding the distance between the two of them.

Zella's chest touched Kenneth's body. Kenneth's estimated height of 185cm, needed to look up slightly to see the reaction of the cold face that had just brutally kissed her.

"Are you still disappointed that we didn't sleep together?" Zella whispered, her hand touching Kenneth's black satin tie.

"Don't bait me." Kenneth looked into Zella's eyes.

"Who's baiting you? But to be honest, I'm baited now, too. Should we do it here?" Zella looked seriously into Kenneth's eyes, biting her lower lip before moving her body away.

*****

Zella savored the piece of bread that was her breakfast this afternoon. She was too tired to enjoy a heavy meal, so running two laps on the field was better than washing bedcovers at the Mansion.

"Damn it! Why do I think I want to give up so badly," Zella cursed in her heart. She stuffed the bread into her mouth, stood up, and walked up the stairs to the rooftop, where all the bedcovers were drying.

Her hand tugged at the hanging sheets. Zella was surprised to see a man sitting on an old chair in casual clothes. Already guessing who it was, Zella finally saw the face of Cristopher's youngest son. Mikequel Cristopher!

"You're the new servant."

Zella was surprised when the baritone voice greeted her for the first time. Though Mikequel's eyes were closed, he noticed Zella's movements. Unlike Kenneth, Mikequel had dark brown hair. Thick eyebrows and a jaw that is also firm, there is no body hair around the jaw; the eyes were open, and Zella could see Mikequel's light brown retina slices. Those eyes looked sad; who could have thought Mikequel was a psychopath who had been committing murders?

"Y-yes, sir, I'm the new maid," Zella answered with an intonation that was deliberately made a little nervous to make it seem stiff.

"Hmm. Just leave this one cloth, go. I want to sleep." Mike just nodded and crossed his arms again, closing his eyes to enjoy the breeze that penetrated his skin.

Zella, who felt expelled, was challenged not to leave. Instead, she deliberately dropped her body on Mike's lap, causing a pile of sheets to scatter.

Zella thought she would fall without being caught. But as expected, Mikequel held Zella's waist, making those eyes meet her again.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Sir, I'm sorry..." Zella nodded, a small nod as Mike's question seduced her.

Zella tried to get up from her seat. But Mike held her waist so she couldn't leave Mike's lap; Mike sassily touched Zella's hair and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I like the smell of your perfume." Mike sniffed the neck of his new maid; somehow, the perfume she wore was very classy. He was very sensitive to the smell of perfume; Mike was sure that the perfume used by this new maid was not cheap.

"Who are you?"

Zella swallowed her saliva roughly, and the question Mike asked made Zella pause for a moment before answering Mike casually.

"I'm Zella, the new waitress here. Is that what you want to know?" Zella stood up from Mike's lap and looked into Mike's eyes gently.

"I'm Mikequel Cristopher; just call me Mike or honey, whatever you want." Mike smiled with a smirk; this was the first time he felt attracted to a server.

"Honey... Is it okay if I call you Sir like that? Doesn't that sound very presumptuous?" Zella looked at Mike with one eyebrow raised; it seemed that she already had an idea to make Mike fall in love with her.

"You're an exception; I certainly don't allow anyone to call me that... But not you, I like it." Mike smiled again.

"Alright, I'll call you Honey, but wait... What do I gain?" Zella was no fool; she was a coach if Mike was a player. This cheap trick was common for Zella, a regular visitor to nightclubs.

"You're a smart woman; no wonder I'm interested in you." Mike smiled; he liked smart women like he this time. Mike was tired of playing with stupid women. For once, he wanted to experience a smart woman who looked very challenging.

"Am I also in your ideal woman characterization? I'm 27 years old. Are we the same age?" Zella came back to Mike and put both hands on his shoulders.

"Yeah, we're the same age... I like you." Mike smiled and touched Zella's cheek.

"Well, I'll see you then... I have to get back to work, Honey," Zella said in a small whisper before distancing herself from Mike and the dirty hand that touched her cheek.

*****

Zella walked back into the Mansion. She couldn't stop rubbing her cheeks; it felt so disgusting when Mikequel touched her cheek. Her feet stopped when she met a pair of gray eyes that looked at her coldly.

"What are you doing on the rooftop? My room is dirty; clean it up!"

Zella was yelled at by a temperamental man who had no idea why he was angry with her. However, Zella couldn't fight back. She just followed and obeyed. Entering Kenneth's room made Zella's hair stand on end; I don't know what made her feel that way.

Zella tidied up the arrangement of the pillows and pulled back the bedcovers that had been messy before. Isn't it strange? Why is this room so messy? This was done on purpose.

"You slept in such a mess?" Zella opened the conversation, trying to dispel the atmosphere that felt very cold between them.

"What were you doing on the rooftop." Instead of answering Zella's question, Kenneth was more curious about what Zella was doing on the rooftop. Kenneth knew the rooftop was a place his brother Mike often went to.

"Nothing," Zella answered briefly and concisely.

"Don't lie to me. Did you also fuck Mikequel!" Kenneth pulled Zella's hand, stopping her from doing her job.

"Almost! You're satisfied." Zella pulled her hand away from Kenneth.

"Bitch!"

"That's a pretty nickname; I like it. Call me that more often." Zella clapped her hands, her eyes glaring at Kenneth.

"You can be all yours; why must you seduce Mike, too." Kenneth choked Zella again until Zella's body fell on the surface of Kenneth's bed.

Kenneth, who was now on top of her body. Supporting with one hand to keep she body balanced, one hand was still on Zella's neck. He didn't like Zella seducing another man, especially since that man was Mike, who was his younger brother.

"L-let go!" Zella asked Kenneth to remove his hand from Zella's neck. And finally, Kenneth let go, too.

"Hukkkk... Why do you like strangling my neck so much? One time, you did it twice already." Zella looked at Kenneth's eyes, which had turned sad.

"Don't go near other men."

"There is no prohibition! I have the right to make love with anyone as long as I am happy and enjoy it." Zella placed her hands quickly on Kenneth's neck, responding to Kenneth by strangling her neck.

Zella changed positions quickly until her current body was on Kenneth's body surface.

"You feel how hard it is to breathe when strangled like this." Zella was still speaking, but her hand did not let go of Kenneth.

Zella could have killed Kenneth right now, but instead, she pulled Kenneth's lips and kissed him briefly. Zella immediately got up from above Kenneth's body and distanced herself; my work hours are over; I have to go home.

Zella glanced at the clock in Kenneth's room. She immediately moved quickly to the door leaf and touched the door handle, but unfortunately, the door did not open, and Kenneth locked it.

"You locked the door?" Zella turned her body around, looking at Kenneth with one eyebrow raised.

"Of course, I'm not letting you out of my room." Kenneth was still lying on the bed rubbing his lips, the remaining saliva between him and Zella still at the corner of his lips.

"Then, what do you want?" Zella instantly felt disgusted with Kenneth. Her hopes of capturing Kenneth's heart were dashed, and Zella hated Kenneth.

"Didn't you say you were going to dance naked on my bed? Let's do it; I already made it happen by bringing it into the room." Kenneth sat cross-legged on his bed. He waited, Zella, who would never do that.

"Are you challenging me, young master Cristopher?" Zella narrowed her eyes, and her hand pulled on the hair tie, instantly making her hair loose.

She approached Kenneth again. Zella also felt scared but still broke through and seemed brave in this matter.

"I thought you were scared." Kenneth looked at Zella expressionlessly.

"You thought I was scared? Until you think so, Mr. Kenneth," Zella said back to Kenneth with a haughty look.

"Not now! You look very brave to me." Kenneth stood up and approached Zella, eroding the distance between them.

"Why be afraid? I was never taught to fear humans before." Zella replied to Kenneth with a faint smile.

"I like your smile." Kenneth was completely addicted to Zella, the woman he had met at the club three years ago.

Why did he still remember Zella's face? Because only Zella's face captivated Kenneth's heart, he could never find Zella because he had not known her name before.

"There is nothing I like about you other than your heart. I want to get it," Zella replied to Kenneth with sarcasm.

"You want to kill me?" Kenneth breathed into Zella's neck and planted a brief kiss there.

"No, not you, but Mike." Zella bluntly told Kenneth her intentions- whether the man would understand what she was saying.

"Aaaa Mike, thank goodness then." Kenneth touched Zella's ass and gave it a small squeeze.

"Are you okay with me killing him?" Zella moved her body away from Kenneth and looked at Kenneth's face in confusion.

"He's a psychopath, and sometimes I get sick of him. It's not easy to kill him, Darling," Kenneth said with a smirk.

"Really? Then you just help me kill him now." Zella touched Kenneth's chest, unbuttoning them one by one; Kenneth's shirt Kenneth's pale white face had a sharp gaze as sharp as a hawk. Only she could tame Kenneth's iceberg nickname that didn't apply to Zella.

"What did Mike do to you?" Kenneth looked into Zella's eyes, trying to find the answer that was still unsaid.

"Touched my cheek, kissed it." Zella looked like a fool trying to pit the two brothers against each other.

"And then?"

"That's it. I'm almost making love, but I don't think the place is good enough for the rooftop." Zella moved her body away, trying to unbutton the maid's clothes, making her chest bigger than the clothes.

"Damn clothes!" Zella cursed in front of Kenneth, who laughed at her.

"Why are you laughing!" Zella looked back into Kenneth's eyes, which immediately turned cold again.

"You don't seem to like me laughing."

"Yeah! I don't like it, you laugh so badly! Keep showing that cold face."

"What are you going to do?" Kenneth looked at Zella, who did not approach he but walked in the other direction.

"You think? Of course, I'll lend you the bathroom," Zella said as she walked away, holding back her evil laugh.

She managed to play Kenneth; how could her easily give her body to Kenneth? What an idiot that guy is! Zella walked leisurely into the shower stall and started to wet her whole body. Her hands also leisurely used the bath soap, which smelled very masculine.

Zella's hands pulled the kimono towel and put it on. Staring at her reflection in the slightly dewy glass, Zella's eyes turned into a piercing gaze.

"Mikequel Cristopher, I've got you. All that's left is to think of a way for you to die at your hands." Zella said in her heart, ambitiously wanting to get Mikequel to be her target.

"Zella! Open the door."

"Fucking shit! You want to see me naked!" Zella yelled; she immediately turned off the sink after washing her hands.

She lazily opened the bathroom door. She was looking at Kenneth's face, standing in front of her shirtless; what the hell! Zella's eyes could see a lot of tattoos all over Kenneth's body. His chest and stomach were also covered in tattoos, and he had no idea what they meant.

"Are you a descendant of the Yakuza? You have so many tattoos, littering my view." Zella pushed Kenneth's body away from her, but what Kenneth did instead was to hold Zella by hugging her body tightly.

Zella didn't let that go as she quickly twisted Kenneth's hand away. Zella quickly brought Kenneth's hands behind the man's body, her eyes looking at Kenneth with a faint smile.

"You do not easily conquer me, Mr. Kenneth!"

Zella dropped her body on the sofa in the apartment's living room. Breathless, Zella closes her eyes as if she has only been working at Cristopher's mansion for one day. Zella felt so tired. Whether she had to search and carry out this mission for a week or a month, Zella couldn't predict what would happen to her between the two brothers.

Zella's phone rang again. She quickly opened her eyes and picked up the call from her leader, Audrey.

"Hello, sis."

Zella answered in informal language for now. Audrey was calling from another number, which meant they could talk casually without hiding their identities using the secret code.

"Are you back?"

"Yeah, I just returned to the apartment about thirty minutes ago. What's up, sis?"

"I wanted to ask you out for a drink."

Zella raised one eyebrow; she was confused about why Audrey suddenly wanted to ask her for a drink tonight.

"Did something happen in your household?" Zella got straight to the point about what she was thinking.

"Maybe I'll be waiting for you at the usual place. Come quickly!"

"Okay."

Zella turned off her phone and stood up; she walked quickly to her room, turning into the walk-in closet to her left. All the clothes were more precisely dominated by the color black and various types of leather jackets that she thought were all the same.

Zella quickly stripped off her body, removing Kenneth's shirt. One thing you might think is that Zella wanted to realize that she didn't do anything weird with Kenneth! She didn't sell her body the first day they met. Even though Zella's lust drive was higher, almost making her feel frustrated but still Zella's fortress of self-defense was stronger.

Zella closed the door to her apartment, got into her black Rubicon, pressed the accelerator, and slammed the steering wheel, quickly driving the four-wheeled iron frame vehicle at high speed.

"Mikequel... Kenneth, you are two people with very different natures." Zella mentioned the names of the two people who suddenly came to her mind.

"How am I supposed to get information from these two?"

****

Zella entered a club that was familiar to her and her colleagues. She came looking for Audrey among the crowd that filled the room, the sound of loud music being natural for the club-loving Zella.

"Looks like I got the wrong costume." Zella found her colleagues in their sexy outfits.

"You're wrong! You should be able to tell the difference between a club costume and a street kid costume." Diandra laughed sarcastically at Zella, who was wearing torn jeans on the knees. A boxy shirt with the buttons undone revealed a white t-shirt underneath.

"Arghhh sister! You," Zella immediately sat down and grabbed Diandra's glass- and gulped down a glass of contaminated whiskey with ice cubes shaped like crystal balls.

"Happy birthday to you."

The bartender brought a 27-year-old cake with candles. Zella was shocked, barely believing she was getting a surprise birthday celebration. The music in the club also changed to a happy birthday song, which had been remixed into cooler music.

Zella didn't have time to make a wish. Because she was too embarrassed, she blew out the candles and sat back down with an expressionless face.

"What is that?" Zella looked at the three people in front of her in turn.

"Today is your BIRTHDAY!" Layla blew the trumpet again but was prevented by Audrey.

"What happened to you." Audrey went straight to the point, seeing the look on Zella's face.

"I don't know what happened to me; why don't you tell me Kenneth's face." Zella raised her head.

"I told you via email, but you didn't open it," Lyla answered Zella again.

"Is Kenneth your ex-boyfriend?" Diandra narrowed her eyes.

"I almost slept with him, and he stole my first kiss," Zella answered Diandra again. What happened was that she got laughter from the three women who she thought would hear her seriously.

"Ohh shit, my tears are falling." Audrey laughed and held her stomach. Diandra still didn't stop laughing until Audrey pinched her stomach.

"Isn't it good for you... You guys know each other. "Layla replied with a small pat on Zella's back.

"Shit! I'm having a hard time because Kenneth keeps interrupting my concentration." Zella was again made dizzy by what happened.

"Wasn't the original goal to win Kenneth's heart," Diandra replied to Zella's words.

"Yeah, that was my initial goal, but now that I think about it, Kenneth could... Be a stumbling block to me finding information about Mike."

"No, I'm not. If you can think it through, it could be Kenneth who will help you get Mike." Audrey said with a serious look.

*****

Kenneth went down the stairs to the ground floor. Arriving at the end of the stairs, he saw Mike, who was below. Kenneth rarely spoke to Mike, but he wanted to do so tonight.

"Mike." Kenneth stopped Mike, who was walking in the opposite direction of him.

Mike turned his body to face Kenneth; Mike's eyes stared coldly at the gray eyeballs that also released a cold stare at him.

"I want to talk." Kenneth passed Mike and motioned Mike to follow him.

Mike didn't answer but put his hands in his jeans pockets and walked after Kenneth, who always wore a shirt and a black vest with a slight stripe pattern.

"What's up." Mike opened the conversation- when they arrived at the open-air pavilion at the back of the mansion.

"You have a relationship with the new maid?" Kenneth turned his body around and put one left hand in the pocket of his cloth pants.

"Which maid do you mean?" Mike squinted his eyes at Kenneth with a smirk.

"Don't play dumb!" Kenneth knew Mike was playing with him.

"Aaaaa, Zella, she's my girlfriend." Mike deliberately turned up the heat on Kenneth.

"Asshole!" Kenneth burned with emotion and hit Mike blindly in the face.

Mike just silently accepted Kenneth's punch without intending to retaliate. Kenneth was satisfied and got up from his body, which was currently lying on the grass with the taste of rust saliva coming from the blood due to the wound he received on the corner of his lip. Mike immediately sat up and spat in a random direction; he wiped the corner of his lips, looking at the blood on his thumb, and sucked it without feeling any disgust at all.

"You like it? You shouldn't have to overdo it like a cheap guy." Mike snapped back at Kenneth for what the man had done.

"You're going to kill her too!" Kenneth put his hands around Mike's neck, squeezing Mike's neck with a firm grip.

"Maybe, if I get bored... But what if I just dumped my former self on you," Mike said, casually breaking free from Kenneth's grip.

"Maybe that day will be the last time you see the world." Kenneth took Mike's words seriously.

"Really? I want to leave with my clothes on and my lips smiling." Mike responded to Kenneth's words with a loud laugh.

"Who do you think cleaned your name all this time if not me!!! Who's been tidying up all the psycho stuff you've been doing if it wasn't me, damn it! I won't let you touch mine." Kenneth walked away from the pavilion with his breath racing in his chest, making him barely able to control his emotions.

"Show me that Zella is yours!!! If she chooses me anyway, you have no right to her." Mike shouted, trying to stop Kenneth, but Kenneth didn't respond.

"Fuck!" Mike hit the wall in front of him; his right knuckles were all injured, but Mike didn't feel any pain or sting at all. Instead, he laughed like crazy until he lay down and rolled on the grass's surface.

"Yours?" Mike repeated Kenneth's words to his brother.

Kenneth was a rival to Mike, who had to live with him for twenty-seven years. He couldn't live alone because if he were a psychopath, Mike would come in and ruin everything. Mike is not interested in the maid, but from today on, he is interested in Zella.

Mike wants to make Zella his own to destroy Kenneth - and make him the best instrument of death for Kenneth.

****

Kenneth was in his reading room. Reading glasses framed his face with a firm jaw; Kenneth's eyes read stanza after stanza of a guideline Bible book to stay sane during all the strange things that happened to his family.

Why did Kenneth say that? Because he was the only human who was insane and trying to heal.

Mike first appeared to have a psychopathic streak when he was in junior high school. At that time, Mike stabbed a classmate using a sharpened pencil, and the victim died. Mike was even detained in a juvenile prison that only held Mike for a week. After that, Mike was taken to a psychiatrist to do a series of treatments; unfortunately, instead of increasing, Mike's body was out of control.

Kenneth, on the other hand, was calm. It is so calm that Kenneth's way of playing has never been smelled; Mike has a psychopathic soul, but Kenneth has another side. He kills people not directly in the vein; still, Kenneth likes slow torture that makes his victims scream until they die slowly. Kenneth also did not kill just anyone, only certain people who had made him thirsty for the smell of blood that touched the soles of loafers.

"God forgive my sin." Kenneth closed the Bible and put it in its proper place.

He stood from his chair and walked to the large mirror before him. A series of photos of Mike's victims were arranged abstractly on the glass in front of him; all the murders Mike committed were always cleared of accusations because Kenneth did it.

"26 victims already. Will he make Zella the 27th victim, just like his current age?" Kenneth spoke in his heart and was unwilling to let Zella die because of Mike's strange thirst.

*****

Zella was in the shooting room. It was two o'clock, but Zella didn't drop the handgun in her hand for a second. The sound of gunfire continued until the target board in front of her eyes was no longer in shape.

"Damn it!" Zella cursed when she saw that her stock of bullets had run out.

She removed her earplugs and stared at the target board approaching her. All the shots were on target; she was a trained sniper who was equally good at shooting targets from far away.

"Happy birthday!" Zella said happy birthday to herself.

He couldn't sleep; maybe he would become a dead chicken-like servant because he had no energy.

Zella's phone rang. She looked at her cell phone, but no one was calling. After realizing she had two phones, Zella immediately looked at the ugly phone she was using to disguise herself.

"Hello."

"Zella, where are you?"

"No need to know! My work starts in five hours!" Zella had already guessed who the caller was; who else but Kenneth?

"I need you in my bed."

"Just hire a hooker. Why is it so hard!" Zella wanted to press the phone's off button.

"I'll wait for you in room 399 of the Artemide Hotel's suit room."

That was the last thing Kenneth said before the end of the conversation. Zella turned off Kenneth's phone; Zella needed to know whether she should come or not to meet Kenneth.

Finally, after a long thought, Zella ventured to meet Kenneth at the hotel, and the man told her that Zella had previously given a message that she would come. The man immediately reacted with a short message. Okay

Zella followed the hotel maid, who directed her to the swimming pool. And instead, to the room 399 that Kenneth was referring to.

"Please, Miss, Mr. Kenneth is waiting at the pool."

Zella entered the room, which revealed a large swimming pool. Zella continued to walk and watched the water ripples that continued to sound because Kenneth was swimming. Still unaware of Zella's existence.

"You've come." Kenneth pulled over and ran his hand through his hair.

"Is the water really cold?" Instead of answering, Zella asked Kenneth another question.

"No, the water is normal; want to join, heh," said Kenneth, who tried to test Zella.

"Hmm." Zella removed her leather jacket and removed all the clothes on her body, leaving only two thin cloths that protected the area.

Without saying much. Zella jumped into the pool and joined Kenneth, who only smiled with a smirk.

"I thought you weren't coming." Kenneth continued to watch Zella, who was swimming backstroke

"You think I came because of you?" Zella raised one eyebrow at Kenneth.

"Then what for?" Kenneth asked again why Zella came here.

Zella stopped swimming and approached Kenneth at the pool's edge. Zella's hand slipped on Kenneth's nape, and she brutally kissed Kenneth's lips.

Kenneth also did not let go of Zella, and they kissed each other brutally.