"Put some more peanut butter on it, ohhhhh yeeaahhh right there that's the spot... Ohhh yeeaahhh..."
Shayna turned to the other side, trying to block the loud moans with the pillow. However, the attempts were completely useless.
The walls were cheap and paper-thin, and the floors were practically vibrating with the noise.
It sounded less like sex and more like two fully grown gorillas throwing themselves at each other.
"Hey ", Shayna finally snapped, " Can you keep it down ?"
The noise stopped for about two seconds.
Before it came back even louder.
"Ohhh my Goddddd—"
The bed slammed against the wall hard enough to make her bedside lamp rattle.
She sat up slowly, staring into the darkness with the hollow expression of someone considering homicide.
Her eyes drifted to the alarm clock on the table, showing half past six. She had barely gotten two hours of sleep that night.
Besides, who the hell bangs at 6:30 on a Saturday morning?
Shayna muttered a string of curses under her breath while reaching for her headphones.
Literally anything to drown out the noise.
Her eyes found the laptop just sitting at the edge of the bed, and last night's events came crashing back to her.
The job itself had sounded simple enough, probably something she had done a thousand times before.
Two hundred thousand euros in exchange for private information on some mob leader.
The client had been weirdly secretive from the start. No names. No photographs. No proper details.
Just fragments of people supposedly connected to the target, expecting her to take the shredded pieces of his identity and tape it back together into something meaningful.
He had even offered another hundred thousand euros if she kept her mouth shut afterward.
A whopping total of 300,000 euros.
That was her entire college loan. She agreed without hesitating.
The details on the man were very confusing, with little to no concrete evidence.
I loved a good challenge.
It took her a total of five hours to just gain access to the account. Five hours of talking to what she remembered as a mixture of prostitutes who kept going on and on about how good he was in bed, an older woman - immediately after a lady had described in detail about her fantasies of him to choke her with his dick - who called me such creative slurs that shr was genuinely impressed, a guy who just straight up threatened to rape her and her entire family.
And government officials who just take out their entire life's problems on her because she called them at nine o'clock at night.
Yeah, I definitely hope Ashley leaves you, fucker.
By the time she managed to get some useful information, her brain was about to melt out of her ears. Every step forward triggered three different security responses.
Whoever this man was, his digital footprint was a complete nightmare.
And then I saw that.
The balance in the foreign bank account.
Just sitting there, seducing her.
Around 76 million euros. She had never seen or heard of that much money in her life.
Her rational mind tried to warn her. Her benefactor had been so careful about the details. He had especially asked her not to touch anything else. Besides, she had no idea who this person actually was.
What if it turned out to be a mob boss?
Or a cartel leader?
Or maybe a serial killer?
But on the other hand, that kind of money could change everything. She could pay off her entire college fees, maybe even move out of the shitty apartment....
Or completely change her identity and go live on a remote island where nobody would find her.
For one dangerous second, the fantasy almost felt real.
Work at a bookstore. Become a librarian. Maybe even fall in love. Adopt two cats and complain about taxes to anybody who'd listen.
Then the memory returned like ice water down her spine.
"You know you're my darling, Shayna", the voice loomed in loudly as if from the walls, " But if you ever think of running away, I will peel out your skin and keep it as a warning to other people. "
No, I should not get ahead of myself.
She logged into the transaction history.
The last purchase had been a Mercedes-Benz for a million dollars.
Oh, screw it. This man's a billionaire.
And hence, greed took over.
The entire transaction barely took her thirty minutes.
For a bank account with 730,000 dollars, that was a really bad defense system.
By 12: 30, Shayna had more money than she ever had in her life.
And at around 2 o'clock, the panic began.
Her body was covered in cold sweat, and her heart was thumping so badly against her ribs.
A car passing outside nearly gave her a heart attack.
The reply to her message asking her benefactor about her victim felt like a stab wound.
Do not try to find out more about him. He'll leave your writhing body out to the wolves.
Sleep became impossible after that.
What if he decided to come after her?
The entire thought kept clawing at her skull the entire night, before she finally relaxed.
She had faced many such problems in the past and gotten away with them. This was going to be no different....
" Uhhhhh....aah....AAARGGHHH..AAAHHH—YES—RIGHT THERE—"
Ok, that's enough.
She picked up the small glass bottle lying in the corner of her dressing drawer, which she only kept for emergencies.
Emergency use only.
LIQUID ASS — INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH.
Perfect.
Baaaamm...
The door slammed open so hard that it rebounded off the wall. She was immediately mooned by her roommate's boyfriend's fairly pale ass and ridiculously sized balls hanging over her naked roommate.
Both of them froze.
And then:
Splarghhhh...
Shayna managed to empty the last of the bottle inside the room before slamming the door shut.
The smell hit almost instantly.
"Oh my GOD—"
"What the FUCK is THAT?"
The boyfriend gagged so violently that he nearly fell off the bed.
" Ughh."
"Jesus Christ—" the boyfriend wheezed, clutching the sheets over himself. "Did somebody shit in the air vents?!"
Oh my God, I can TASTE IT—"
"OPEN THE WINDOW! OPEN THE FUCKING WINDOW!"
"WHY ARE MY EYES BURNING?!"
"DID YOUR ROOMMATE JUST SPRAY FART SPRAY IN THE ROOM ?! "
"THAT PSYCHOTIC BITCH ?! I'M GONNA KILL HER today, "the roommate's angry voice reverberated from the room," No wonder nobody's willing to hump that prude. "
A loud gagging sound interrupted her sentence.
"If you throw up on me again, I swear to God—"
"I DIDN'T MEAN TO—"
Another horrifying choking noise followed.
Shayna smiled peacefully for the first time all morning.
If only the prude part were true.
"I'm gonna pull her hair out ", her roommate screeched.
And that's my cue to leave.
She hastily grabbed her phone from her room and then rushed outside.
Before going out, she looked back quietly and then slid the outer latch shut.
Have fun jumping out the window.
Her phone buzzed with a notification from an unknown number.
Shayna frowned at the screen.
Holy shit.