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Emily had made her way to Doyle's inner circle only two weeks before her confrontation in the Irish pub. The moment Liam stepped into his third floor flat, he felt an alien presence. His Browning 9mm was out in seconds, though it was impossible to see more than a foot in the dark.
"Who's there?" he rasped.
"Who do you think?" He recognized the voice instantly, despite the initial shock at hearing the sound of a corpse.
"Lauren," he breathed, his heart suddenly in his throat.
"Liam, nice to see you again." She grinned at him in the dark, though he couldn't for the life of him make out the details of her whereabouts. He was about to make a sarcastic comment before suddenly he was on the floor, her knees digging into his back. She had a gun to his neck. She wasn't worried about the noise; nowadays she was always equipped with a silencer.
"Shit!" He spat out, mentally kicking himself for his stupidity.
"Yeah, Liam, I'd say that's just about right." Emily smirked at him, her trademark sarcastic tone digging aggravating his temper even more. She had his wrists cuffed behind his back before she rolled off of him, brushing herself off as she stood up. He was up almost as fast and rapidly gave her a hard kick to the stomach, earning a sharp gasp and then something else. Was that a laugh?
"Come on, Liam, afraid to kick a girl?" She coughed. "Or are you always that weak?"
"You stupid bitch!" He growled. He ran at her like a battering ram, had her down in seconds. And then he kicked her, in the stomach, the chest, the head, slamming her against the wall. She got up stiffly, her vision blurred just a bit, head pounding, prompting her to think that maybe she should have shot up just before she got here. She pushed the thought away, savoring the adrenaline that she knew would only climb higher as she took another life to the edge and quickly pushed it off into oblivion. She could feel the excitement stirring in her blood, the same feeling she got from seducing one of those mindless suits in the cheap bars, only somehow better. That feeling, that sensation of being completely in control of another life, holding that thin thread between your fingertips, and holding the scissors in the other hand. Recently, it had just grown to be irresistible. Quietly, she moved to flick on the switch, instantly flooding the trashed room with dull fluorescent light. Liam stared at her, and she stared back, gun in hand and obnoxious grin on her face. She strode toward him, the smile plastered across her face unwavering, the anticipating becoming too great to handle. She stopped inches away from his face, staring into his eyes, as she shot him in the foot. Blood soaked under her leather combat boots immediately, and she smiled inwardly at the squishing sensation as she took one step forward to where Liam now lay on the ground.
"Goddamnit! I was right! "He screamed, speech already beginning to slur. "You're crazy! You're a crazy bitch! I always said you were too good to be true!" She knelt down beside him to speak in his ear.
"I don't know Liam, am I?" She pushed held the gun against his stomach, but he didn't notice it until another bullet ripped through his intestines. On his next words, he spat blood into his face, though the life quickly went out of the words.
"Fuckin' goddamn piece of shite! You stupid…" On this Emily dug into her pocket for the handful of white tulips she had bought for the occasion. She stuffed them roughly into the gaping, blood spewing cavity that was his stomach as his eyes widened at her. She stood up and made her way to the door as she spoke the last words he would ever hear.
"Well, Liam, next time maybe you should listen to your instincts." She laughed huskily, her blood running hot with arousal and excitement, and flicked the light off on her way out.