The Gangster And The Hacker

Chapter 34

Mac's PoV

A few days have passed by and yet there's no clue on who the fuck were those people at that party. I just want to get them and squeeze every drop of info out of them.

*BAM*

I jumped when I heard a sudden loud bang.

I turned to see that Jasper was standing near the closed door, looking like a gaping fish. Fuck, that did scare the shit out of me.

Fucking idiot, did he lose his damn marbles somewhere in that hotel when when we danced?

Wait- does that mean he heard the conversation I had with Vale before he entered the room?

No, if that was the case he wouldn't have been so silent. He would have choked me to death as soon as he had entered the room.

"You... you get scared?" He chuckled.

"Laugh all you want, Jazzy. Die of laughter. I am gonna go back to my painting." Rolling my eyes, I headed back to my easel. My canvas is waiting for me and I can't waste my time dealing and listening to his stupidity.

"Painting? Yuck!"

"Yuck? Who even says that nowadays? And if you have so much trouble with paints and its smell, get lost from here. I would have gone from here but I don't have any other room to go to. Your crew will never leave my back if I use any other room."

"Why the fuck everyone is assuming that I hate the smell of paint?!" He yelled and stomped to his closet.

"Uh, because of the reaction you give when anyone mentions paints and painting." I replied with a 'duh' tone and shrugged.

"Leave it. Anyways did you get any info on who is the traitor? It has been ages since you mentioned that fucker." I almost dropped the brush which was in between my fingers when he asked that. I have a few hunches but he can't know about the traitor yet, he would create havoc, right here, right now.

Evade the question, Mac. Evade the fucking question.

"I am still working on it." Well that is the partial truth. Based on that tracking thingy and the other things I have noticed. I just have to confirm if my hunches are correct or not. And he won't like it if I reveal my hunches, even if there are proofs of it.

"Hmmm. Are you gonna clean up that damn stain on the floor? If there's any stain of those paints, you are the one who is gonna scrub it off my room." He will never leave a chance to mention that now, will he?

I rolled my eyes and cleaned the wet paint with a rough cloth.

"Why are you cleaning that paint with that ugly and dirty cloth which is already stained with paint?!" I rolled my eyes.

"Ugh, it's a rough cloth, Jazzy. It is gonna be stained with paint. And if you think this;"

I waved that cloth and continued,

"is dirty, then you would have fucking fainted if you saw what happened to those previous rough cloths."

"Do whatever the fuck you want; you and your stupid antiques are gonna kill me one day if don't start to ignore them now. " He turned around after saying that but I tapped his shoulder again.

"Who asked your opinion, Jazzy?" I retorted cheekily when he turned to look at me.

My laughter boomed throughout the room when he stormed off to the bathroom, muttering something under his breath.

I continued to paint what I have been seeing in my nightmares. These were new and very different though. It included... Janvi and the kids. I was confused as well but then I decided to paint the scenario on the canvas. I didn't paint their faces clearly though.