Assassins

I had just come back from lingerie shopping and began to put one of the corsets I had bought on. It had lace and it felt like silk, and to tie the corset on your own is not so fun at all. As much as I love the look of corsets it’s just so much damn work.

Merett walked in my room with his new laptop and sat on the bed.

“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you this now or wait till after your mission.” said Merett.

“Tell me what?” I asked suspiciously.

“Well, I was running through the files at the prison you and Damien got thrown into.,” said Merett.

“So?” I said as I grabbed a red dress from the closet and began to slide it over my corset. Shaun White was having one of his lavish parties tonight and I intend to kill him there.

“Damien isn’t in the system, which means they have released him.” said Merett.

I froze in place and shifted my eyes to the left. I didn’t think dearest Jackie Jack would gamble like this. Jackie Jack intends to capture us both hopefully in a similar way as last time.

“Should I have waited?” Asked Merett.

I grabbed my black eye liner pencil and sat down in front of the mirrors.

“No, it’s fine, thank you for telling me.” I said.

“He’s coming for you Lottie.,” said Merett as he slowly made his way out.

I sighed heavily, “I know…”

I got into my car and drove twenty miles to the Shaun’s place. When I arrived a man took my keys and parked my car. This was probably the only hassle; having to put a tracking device on your car because you aren’t allowed to park your own fucking car with the rich around.

When I walked inside the first thing I noticed was Zane at the bar.

You’ve got to be kidding me, this’ll make it harder for me to kill Shaun.

“What are you doing here?” I asked the moment I made it to a seat.

“I should ask you the same question but I’ll tell you why first. I’m here because well, as you know I am a server and also a bartender. I also go to houses and make drinks during parties. I don’t really like to seclude myself to one little place. I feel like if I get myself around then perhaps I’ll encounter an opportunity.” said Zane.

I don’t know if he’s a liar or to honest to a fault. Then again he isn’t an assassin who makes all his cash by killing others nuisances.

I walked away quickly before he could ask me again why I was there. I have too much to do, and having a distraction will ruin everything.

I walked around until I spotted him and I quietly followed without being noticed. I grabbed glass after glass of wine, only to set the previous one down on a table or to the server.

When Shaun sat down at a table alone I sat at another table across from him so that he saw me.

He instantly got up and sat across from me.

“Has the job been finished?” He whispered.

“Do you have somewhere private we can talk?” I said with a small smile.

He nodded and led me into another room before closing the door silently behind him.

He sat down and I remained standing slowly trailing myself across the room looking at the décor with my hands behind my back, clicking open one of my rings.

“Lottie, It’s time you answer.” said Shaun White impatiently.

“Yes, he is dead.” I said.

I threw the picture down on the table, black and white like he had asked. Apparently a text from a throw away phone wasn’t good enough.

His face looked relieved and as I reached him closer the wire had made it’s way out of the ring.

“Now for your next job.” said Shaun.

“Mr. White, shouldn’t you celebrate first?” I asked with a flirtatious smile.

He grabbed the wine bottle and poured it into my glass when I gestured for it.

“I do need to get started on my next job, however…” I said before sitting on his lap.

He smirked at me as if the money he had given me meant he owned me.

Shaun slipped his fingers through my hair and then began to slide the strap of my red dress down to kiss my neck.

If men weren’t so easily seduced, would my job be harder?

He then pressed his lips near my ear and said, “You know, I heard from a little birdy you spoke with a man whose life I destroyed.”

I guess he’s not just a stupid rich fuck after all. He’s a smart stupid rich fuck…

I quickly whipped out the wire around his neck and he took out from his pants a small gun and put it to my head. The wire I had is wrapped around his wrist preventing him from being able to move his fingers. I was lucky that he wasn’t able to pull the trigger, however I had failed to execute my plan as flawlessly as I had planned.

Despite having my wire around his neck he was able to flip me onto my back. I managed to kick the gun from his hand but when he punched me I was unable to dodge due to the fact that he was on top of me. When he tried to flip me again I wrapped my legs around his neck and attempted to tighten the wire around his neck. He put his hand in the way of his neck, so his hand began to bleed continuously seeing as he tried to hold it back from his neck.

“I guess you’ve left me no choice!” I yelled out before releasing my grip on the wire, and in turn quickly grabbing his neck and snapping it. His body fell limp on mine and I shoved him off quick.

From the shadow behind me I noticed a man step out with a gun and a dirty smirk.

He had a second gun pointed at me as well, but aiming at my heart.

“I told Mr. White hiring an assassin would back fire. Now that I’ve got you in my clutches, take off your clothes Miss. Assassin.” He said and then laughed. He was an older man in his late sixties and a fat one at that.

I began to slowly unzip my dress.

Why is it that men are like this? If a man isn’t seriously fighting me, he is underestimating me, and if he isn’t underestimating me he’s trying to humiliate me and fuck me of my pride…as if nudity would take away my dignity.

When my dress dropped and he saw my lingerie his eyes glowed. My plan had failed but now my lingerie plan has worked against me.

“I want you to get down on your hands and knee’s like you’re about to take a cock rammed up your pussy.” He said and the smirk on his face never washed away, however, the look in his eyes only got lustier.

He came over to me and began to grind himself against my ass.

Dirty fucking pig…. I hope hell eats you in pieces.

I clutched the rug on the floor and then realized it was covered with Shaun White’s blood.

Quickly, I slammed my leg sideways into the man’s side to flip him over to get on top.

In sex, we call it taking back fucking control.

I grabbed the gun he had tied under his pants and shot him in the head. I then took out my knife from my ankle pocket and began to stab him repeatedly. The more I stabbed him the more I began to remember one of my mother’s enemies violating me. The nightmare I had blocked from my mind to keep me safe has returned.

As the blood of this man began to splatter all over me I closed my eyes remembering the horrid night a man had snuck his way in past my Mother’s senses.

I remember him ripping my clothes off my body and moments later shoving himself in like it was a toy. My Mother always told me that a body was just a vessel to help me carry out my missions.

A body is just a tool, and if you don’t let it get to you…you can surely beat them.

I was only a child though, you see…

I remember watching my Mother slice his cock off in front of him when she walked in to seeing it. She had locked me in my room and perhaps she forgot I knew how to pick a lock thanks to her. Perhaps she knew I did but wanted me to come watch at my own will, if I wanted to.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy watching him suffer…

He did die after being tortured for three weeks, and my Mother honestly wasn’t the kind to enjoy it, but boy this time she sure did….

When I opened my eyes again I knew I was covered in blood.

The first thing that came into my mind was that I had to call Merett.

I was to distracted to realize someone had come in until I heard my name.

“Lottie…”

I turned to see Zane and my eyes widened as I looked down to see my hands covered in blood.

I closed my eyes and looked down at the floor painfully.

I didn’t want to kill you…

I flipped my knife back out and held it with the blade facing me and my other hand gripping the handle.

One slice to the neck… I had to kill him now. He knows…he fucking knows.

I felt myself shake and I slowly took one step at a time to get closer to him.

He walked towards me and grabbed my wrist and then pulled me into his arms and held me tight. He leaned into my ear and said, “Don’t worry your secret is safe with me.”

I then felt tears spill from my face and all over his fancy bartender outfit.

“I’m sorry but I have to kill you Zane…” I said before pushing him and then stabbing him, only I missed his chest and got his side.

He pulled me into his arms once more, and this time more tightly. I couldn’t help but to feel overwhelmed and for the first time in awhile I started to cry in his arms.

Being close to someone is costly, just like how it was with my Mother and just like it was with Damien. I was either forced to acknowledge the death of someone I cared for or to realize the betrayal. If I don’t kill Zane now, it could mean the end of me.

Zane held me in his arms but turned my chin to look up into his ocean blue eyes.

“Trust me.” He spoke gently before brushing his lips against mine.

He took his jacket off and grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it on his jacket and began to wipe the blood off.

I couldn’t help but to stare at the side I had stabbed.

“Don’t worry, you missed.” He said with a smile and a small chuckle.

“If you speak of this I have to kill you.” I said sternly.

“Yeah, yeah, just consider me on your side.” said Zane.

“Why would you want to be on my side?” I asked.

“Because Lottie, we are two of a kind.” He said kindly.

Is this man crazy?