"Your going to have to kill me?" Chris's voice broke the negotiations.
"No shit." Carla countered back.
The masks were off now. Everyone sat around a large table at the D'Amico house. Wigs and masks were thrown to the side.
"Well, fake your death is more like it...after your cronies are taken care of." my voice trailed off.
His face looked pained.
"This will take a few months." I said, I was exhausted.
"That's fine." Chris said
"So Mindy, you will be the hire for all three targets." Dave said, trying to sound professional.
"Yea,"I said, trying to pass the subject.
"So The G.I., A.K.A: William Johnson, will be first, two weeks from now, HeadShot, A.K.A. Aaron Dickinson, be second at one month, and the third will be Dextrose A.K.A. Nikki Charlotte a month and a half from now." Steven said.
"Yea, but when does the cover up stop? I mean can we cheat the system that long?" Carla asked.
"We can to this, we have Marcus to help out, he said that the entire force will be glad to see these shit heads go." I said back, putting her fears to rest.
"Then its settled...do we have an agreement Chris?" Dave asked.
"Completely." Chris sounded back, sounding almost pleased.
"So with the three deaths, and the faked fourth, the drug war will stop..?" Steven was the master of coordination.
"Almost positive. Well my operation will cease, I mean there will be no one left but my competitors, well they will be elated, and might start hitting harder and harder. But my operation is the largest. I cover almost seventy percent of the city, that's only thirty percent left for you guys to take care of." Chris replied, the knowledge of his business was amazing.
After a few drinks all around, everyone began to feed out of the building.
"Hey boss, do you want me to stay?" Carla asked jokingly.
"Fuck no!" he replied laughing a bit.
"Alright, adios." she said back as she walked out the door.
I was just about to leave when Chris grabbed my arm.
"Stay just a moment longer please." he begged me.
I allowed myself to let the others go, letting them know that I'd be there later.
"Is there something wrong with the agreement?" I questioned.
"I'd say so." Chris joked back, I was getting his drift.
He led me to his bedroom, and pulled me onto the bed, the first kiss after those long long weeks was as good as the first we had ever shared. Soon kissing turned to touching, and touching turned to passion. The night ended with both of us stark naked, passed out among all the lavish bedding.
The two weeks passed, and all went as planned, I massacred The G.I. at his home, the little dump looked about the same as I cut his heart out from his body, and placed it in a tissue lined box. I delivered it to HeadShot's house that night. Later we heard from Chris that HeadShot had received it, and was terrified, it made me feel amazing.
With the brutal warning that I had given HeadShot you would have think it would have been harder to kill him than it was. I simply picked the lock two weeks later, and shot him in the throat. I watched him bleed out there on the floor in the pristine little apartment. I didn't cut his heart out, I wanted to surprise Dextrose, the little cunt that made me want to vomit.
For her we set up the scene, Chris invited her over, and proceeded to have sex with her. It didn't bother me so much because soon I would have my revenge. In the middle of her super faked orgasm, I came up behind her and slit her throat. I turned her around, and made her look at me while Chris and I kissed.
"He's mine, cunt." I said as she finally closed her eyes.
I looked to chis, he looked relieved but looked at me. I searched his eyes, and found nothing but torment, these had been his closest confidantes for years and now they were all dead. I felt a sense of disgust in myself, but I also understood that now he was free, free from the torture.
I spoke, "You are welcome." my voice was heavy as I vanished.