Chapter 46: The Surgeon Assassination

Geraldine reached the liquor store.

She received a text saying to come by Strawberry. She thought it was rather odd that Joni wanted her to meet here. Geraldine thought it must have been important if she needed to meet her here. Her phone vibrates. The text reads to wait by the payphone until it rings. Geraldine was surprised that these things still even existed, let alone that they still worked. This would be considered ancient technology by today's standards.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The phone comes to life.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Geraldine quickly grabs the phone "Hello?" "You really took your time answering the phone" Joni scolds "Sorry, this shit is ancient ass technology, it doesn't even have a screen" Geraldine looks around as everyone passes around her "Shit, I don't know why we couldn't meet up" she says "Well I could't get a moment to take a face-to-face with you but I couldn't get out of this damn meeting right now" Joni explained "You havin' a lot of meetin's, is everythin' alright?" she wondered "Yeah, it's fine, home owner meetings are always like this".

"So who's givin' you problems today? The president?" Geraldine sarcastically wondered "Yeah, very funny.

The guys a surgeon, a plastic surgeon to be exact".

"What'd he do? Give a bitch a bad titty job?" she chuckles "Hardy har har, just listen, the guys name is Butterra; Dr. Butterra". Geraldine laughed out loud "For real? That's his fuckin' name? What a goofy ass name!" she laughs louder "Just shut up and listen, this guy is in the cross hairs for a reason.

Geraldine finally stopped laughing "What?".

"Malpractice. A lot of it".

"He fucked someone up?" she asked "On several procedures that he had done, he had been high on nitricoxide, he badly fucked up a lot of people. Scarring of their faces and other parts" Joni explained "The last three procedures he'd done, two women died from leaks in their tits; turns out these things were prone to leaking. The third one died from an infection of the blood after he made her ass look really thick, turns out the stuff he pumped into this girl was from a tainted supply, in short he pumped pure poison into her. She died four days after the procedure".

"Shit," Geraldine cursed under her breath "how much did he use?" "A lot, a whole syringe, roughly twenty" Joni tells her.

Geraldine breathed really hard "And let me guess somethin' happened?"

She looked around "He was arrested and charged with three counts of negligent homicide and operating under the influence, everything was supposed to work only problem was he got a hung jury. A few of them couldn't decide, so they declared a mistrial.

The medical board at least revoked his license but Butterra is still walking around, the DA is trying to bring the case back to court but it's taking to long to go through the courts; so guess what? The family of those three girls are asking for a favor...".

"They want him out of commission" Geraldine deduced "You guessed it. From what I heard he spends most of time at the Los Santos Tennis Club, he doesn't know that a new member is some self confidence issues with that said persons body..." "Wait, you don't mean...?" Geraldine felt almost speechless "Yes".

"Hey look, my titties are just fine the way they are and my booty is all natural. I don't need any fuckin' surgery on me".

Joni scoffs "You're not going to get a procedure but you are going lure him to his house for a private 'session', when that happens you do whatever you got to do too make sure he doesn't make it to his next appointment. I sent fake credentials and a club outfit to your house.

Now remember, you got to look ditsy and not have a lot of self confidence; okay?".

"Alright, I got it, call you when it's done" Geraldine said "One last thing," she briefly says "Geraldine?" Joni said her name "Yeah?".

A brief pause between the lines "Monica, Bethany and Ariel..." the names of those who lost their lives are said out loud "Those are the three girls who died from his fucking procedure, make sure that he hears their names the moment before you send him on his way" she grimly tells her "Yeah, I'll make sure of it" Geraldine promises "I'll make sure he'll get the ride of his life".

...

Geraldine picked up her tennis racket and went to the receptionist area, she shows her fake membership card "Welcome Ms. Little" the receptionist welcomed. The name that she was using was 'Antoinette Little'; sounded prim and proper. Or sophisticated. Geraldine however felt like an underpaid athlete who always got the short end of the stick.

"Oh, I forgot to ask, I'm lookin' for Dr. Butterra; do you know where he is?" she asked "Let me see...?" the receptionist checks the computer "Ah yes, he's in court number nine" the receptionist says "Alright, thanks". Geraldine walked towards the courts; everyone seemed to mind their business. Everything seemed so clean. The floors of the place were marble, pure marble. Something that kings and queens would throw parties on these types of floors. A water fountain that made the place look even grander, almost like the kingdom of wherever accepted her.

Geraldine walked outside and saw the numerous tennis courts. All she heard were the balls being smacked with rackets. Her eyes look out for ball court number nine and sees that Butterra was all by himself Good she tells herself The sweeter the better .

She was unsure on how to approach him but remembered what Joni told her, 'Look ditsy and have a lot of self confidence'. Geraldine wasn't the type to be ditsy. She wondered if she should have dyed her hair blond or at least wore a wig. Geraldine walked down the rows of tennis courts until she reaches the ninth court. Butterra was gray haired with some muscles around his chest. He looked physically able. Geraldine knew she had to talk sophisticated and of course, act ditsy. It's a good thing she watched all those lame parody movies for pointers. "Hi" Geraldine greets in a way that was sophisticated "Hey" he blandly bounces the tennis ball "Do you mind if I play with you? Everywhere else is occupied" "Sure..." Butterra's eyes examined her body. She pretended not to notice, but part of the trap had been tripped. They play around for a moment.

"Are you new here? Don't think I've seen you around before" he seemed memorized by her "I'm new here, my names Antoinette" she smiled. Butterra kept on staring at her, he seemed to smitten with her; Geraldine was pretending. He was a target. And she was the lethal bait and he's quietly biting every bit of his baited meal. "I'm Dr. Butterra" he introduced himself "You're a doctor? You do medicine?".

"No..." he looked away "I do-I did plastic surgery" he corrects "Did? Are you retiring?". Butterra seemed hesitant "I rather not talk about it". Geraldine looked downward "What's wrong?".

"I was wondering if you could help me, to make me look a little bit better" she looked at him with pleading eyes "I-I don't think..." Butterra hesitated "Please..." she gave desperate eyes "I'm kind of on probation from the medical board".

Geraldine looked at him "What happened?". He looked around making sure that nobody heard him but pretty much sure everyone who knew him knows what happened "I did something that got me into trouble and I'm banned for the time being". Geraldine came close to him and looked into his eyes with desperation "People have been making fun for while, the way people make fun of me" she pretends to be insecure "They always say that my is too flat and my boobs aren't the right size, they keep making fun of me". The suspended surgeons mind went wild "What if...I did something for you" "You mean...?". He made sure no one was listening "I'll take a look at you at my place in Richman, my house to be exact; I'll do an opinion there".

She jumped at that idea "Thank you, I'll meet up with you at your place".

And with that, the trap was now set.

Butterra's house, Richman

"Turn your body to the right" Butterra takes a picture of Geraldine's body. When Geraldine got to the doctors house one of the things that he ordered her to do was strip down to her underwear, she felt awkward having a stranger take pictures of her body; which also reminds her to destroy that camera. "Okay," he set the camera down "take your bra off". Geraldine slowly breathed and unhooked her bra. It felt weird to have someone who wasn't a date (even though she rarely went on dates). "Okay, relax" he tells her as he zoomed in on her breasts "Okay that should be it" he says as he put the camera down. "So what do you think?" Geraldine put her bra back on "Well, everything about your body seems fine, your breast need a bit of elevation but it's nothing a bit of work can be fixed".

Geraldine put on her tennis shorts "So you didn't tell me why you're not working as a doctor", the surgeon looked at her "It's kind of complicated".

"Well what was it?".

"I did something that got me into trouble, I...I got drunk and horribly ruined some people, three of them died by accident". Geraldine pretended to be shocked "They died?" "It was an accident" he defended "Nothing more than that".

Butterra turned his back "That's really a shame, I'm sure it was accident".

"Yeah, tell that to my career.

The families are trying to sue me. they are relentless".

The ballpoint pen is clutched in her hand.

"I swear that those peop-!".

The sharp pain goes tore into his shoulder "Argh! What the fuck!?". His eyes see that the girl had another intention "You know you shouldn't speak bad of the dead". He punched her and shoved the hatchet woman away, he runs towards the kitchen. He wondered how come he didn't see that coming. It was all too perfect. The curtain string wraps around his neck "Guess you didn't know that those girls families wanted to settle this shit out of court!" Geraldine tightens the improvised garot. With his strength Butterra rams her into the snack closet. The garot loosened. He got a couple of inches away. He grabs her and throws her over the flat stove. The pot and pan that were on the stove crash onto the floor. Butterra grabs a towel and quickly covered the open wound. His head turned and the pan strikes him across the head. The side of his head is busted and bleeding. He slowly used the counter top to lift himself back up. Another shot from the pan, this time at that wounded shoulder. "Argh! You bitch!" he lay on the floor, now the patient of a soon to be deadly procedure.

"You know, if your ass wasn't so busy lookin' at me I think you could have seen what was gonna happen" Geraldine used her voice "Whatever they're paying you, I'll give you more than what they're paying you..." Butterra tries to crawl back "You remember the names of those three girls that died because of your fucked up operations, you remember their names?". Geraldine grabs the large kitchen knife. The sound of the blade as it's edges scrapes against the wood rings through his ears.

"Monica...Bethany...Ariel..." she says the three names of his patients "Listen I made a mistake! Don't kill me over that!" he pleads. Geraldine laughed menacingly "You should hear yourself, you know those girls that died; they didn't deserve that; but you motherfucker, you killed them. They ain't gonna be able to live their lives, you got drunk and you killed them...they died really bad". The shine of the knife inches closer. "You look like you need to loose some weight," the sinister look appears on her face "and guess what? I got what the doctor ordered...". He put his hands up and cried in pain. It's going to be the moment where going under the knife will have a new and gruesome meaning. The blade cuts into his stomach. He gasped as the pain was intense. The blade rises up and comes back down. Geraldine's mind becomes clouded. Her vision becomes red; literally. The blade cuts through flesh. Blood covers the cupboards. Red is spilled onto the tiles. She rises from the mess.

Her chest heaves. Her body covered with red, the knife sticking out of his skull. The broken is the only thing she's holding. The mutilated cadaver is lying in front of her. Her eyes stare down, something horrible that brewed in her mind for a long time. Whatever it was it was in the making of her mind. Something that was there but needed to be unleashed. It was over and done. Geraldine grabbed her shirt, the camera and snuck out.

She started her Cavalcade and drove away. She didn't bother to stop.

...

The shower head sprayed down all over body. The water turned pinkish red and washed down the drain, Geraldine finally exhaled. She turned the shower head off. Geraldine didn't leave the tub. She filled it up and slowly sat in the tub.

Geraldine lay in the tub motionless, her apple red hair floats as she looked blankly at the bath tiles. Her phone vibrates.

Her hand swipes the talk app "Hello?"

"Hey, did the transplant go well?" Joni grimly asked "Yeah, I said their names...

You did good Geraldine" she praises "When you get the chance, turn on the TV" Geraldine suggested "Oh I will, you did a really service for those families. They'll be thankful for a long time" the call ends. Geraldine sat back up. She gets out of the tub.

The towel dries her body. The bloody clothes and camera, along with her bra, panties and socks were destroyed. She walked out naked, it's not like anyone would see her. Geraldine huddled up next to her pillow. Everything from that moment made her feel dangerous. Like that violent urge was bottled up. It was finally out. The violent genie was out of the bottle. A part of her was scared. The other part seemed to enjoy it. Tiger slinks his way onto her bed and rubbed his head on her back. Her hand gently pets his head. It was that one person on her mind that seemed to cloud her mind. She missed Reggie. She felt incomplete.

She wondered what she was doing. She never hated her. They were just opposite of their ideas. She just wants her back into her life. Geraldine didn't cry. Yet she knew she was missing the most important piece of her life.

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