Fran betas. Jill, Ariel, and Pearly preread. I love you all.
It's my favorite kind of darkness. Cloudy, blocking out the moon, the only light coming from the streetlights scattered this far out of town. There's a comfort in knowing that even if I was seen, I couldn't be identified. Especially with my long, dark hair pulled up under this hat. As long as I keep my distance, nothing should go wrong.
It'd be the perfect night to kill.
Unfortunately, that's not what I'm here for tonight. Tonight is all about acquiring a new victim.
The woman that called me to her house doesn't exactly seem like the usual mess I typically deal with. She looks like a supermodel with a Resting Bitch Face that even scares me a little. Huge tits, huge ass, tiny waist, sex on legs. Every man's teenage wet dream.
I'm used to the heartbreak, the anger, the sadness. But this woman is pissed. Her hips spell vengeance as she walks, and I like her immediately.
"Thanks for coming," she says as she ushers me into her home, her voice dripping honey and sin just like her lips.
"Any time."
We take a seat on her luxurious leather sectional, pristine white, with an overly groomed Persian cat seated on the armrest. The only thing that alerts me it's alive is the slow blink that accompanies the scowl on its smushed face.
It's beautiful and unattainable, just like its owner.
"So, I suppose we can get right down to business, then," she says, perching herself on a chair opposite the couch and crossing one, smooth leg over the other. Her spine is as straight as her teeth, and I wonder what sort of man ever thought to cross this woman who is not only beautiful, but also has venom in her blood.
I scarcely know her, but like recognizes like and I know this woman should be placed firmly on 'do-not-fuck-with' list.
"$500,000 to take care of the man that most recently reminded me why the species isn't worth my time," she offers, all business and fire.
I often found myself wishing I was attracted to women. If I were, there's no doubt I'd be madly in love with this one.
"That's double what I'm asking," I retort.
"Yes, I'm aware. You better do a good job, then."