strokinit Chapter 341: Thirty-Two
Chapter 341: Thirty-Two
Chapter 341: Thirty-Two
Jasmine was the type of woman who was extremely good at sniffing out lies, and if Alex lied to her, then he knew she would not forgive him to do so. Since the name of the game was telling the truth, and nothing but the whole truth, in an attempt to really get to know one another. Alex felt as if he had no choice but to reveal his genuine relationship with La Madre and the Cartel.
However, before he did so, time froze on the spot, as the Queen of Hearts appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She was quick to inform Alex of what he was hoping to hear from her.
“Since she’s a heroine, and nobody else is listening, you can tell her the truth about your connection to Los Zetas, but make it quick, those old bastards aren’t going to be on their smoke break forever!”
Alex did not even have a chance to respond to the woman as she disappeared, time resuming itself as if it had never stopped the moment she vanished into thin air. Leaving Jasmine to gaze at Alex’s curious expression, believing he was preparing to lie to her. Because of this, she was quick to remind him of their promise.
“Remember what you said, this is a game of truth. We are supposed to be honest with each other. If you can’t even answer me this honestly, then how can I trust anything else you say?”
Alex simply sighed as he reflected on the woman’s words before speaking the truth, knowing it would shock her.
“You want to know my real relationship with Los Zetas, well I am the mysterious Sicario named “El Cucuy” and my relationship with La Madre is that over lovers. In fact, though I’m officially nothing but a hitman beneath her control, it’s honestly somewhat the other way around.
She will do anything, I tell her. If I told that woman to kill herself for me, she would gladly do so. So while she is the official Drug Queen of Los Zetas, and by extension that of all of Mexico, I’m really the one giving orders. Or at least I am when I’m involved with the cartel’s business. Like right now, that is.
Most of the time, I’m just a normal civilian who gets a large anonymous donation to an untraceable foreign account once every month.”
But then again, that wasn’t entirely true, as Alex also had recently gained another from Saudi Arabia. If his math was correct, then he currently had 32 lovers. And thus he smiled and shook his head before denying that he had 24 lovers. The act of which first brought some relief to Jasmine, that is, before he blurted out the real number without any shame.
“No, I do not have twenty-four lovers... The actual number is closer to thirty-two...”
The moment Jasmine had heard that Alex didn’t actually have twenty-four lovers, she was overcome with relief, taking a sip of water to calm herself. But in the very next moment, that man shamelessly stated that he had much more than that. Causing the young woman to spit out her water all over him. Before standing up and screaming at him, making an entire scene in the process.
“Thirty-two! Thirty two!?!? Are you fucking kidding me? Who do you think you are, Genghis fucking Khan!?!?!”
Alex wiped the water off of his face with the dinner napkin, before breaking out into a fit of laughter at how flustered the girl was. It was not until she realized that literally everyone in the restaurant was staring at her awkwardly did she realize she was making a scene.
And thus she forced herself to calm down and sat back down in her seat, where she then whispered the absurd number of lovers Alex had once more.
“Thirty-two? Are you serious?”
Alex, however, had prepared for this. Throughout the night, he had seen the girl’s affection for him climbing and dropping. And right now it was hovering somewhere around 50/100. By now he could guess what exactly he needed to say to win her over, and thus he used his next question to ask her something so shameless a normal man might die from a lightning strike for even proposing it out loud.
“Do you want to be my thirty-third?”