Bella

Presently, I was holding a gun to a low life fucker who decides he wants to spend his kid's donation funds on gambling and drugs. Not to mention he loses every damn night. Well, I guess his darling old wife found out about it because he's been coming in with less and less on the tables, same clothes on his back and the overwhelming stench of liquor and BO.

He came to me, as many others have, asking for a loan. Who am I to deny a man in need? So I give it to him. Twenty gs that he has to pay back within the next three months. Now, of course, I knew he wouldn't come up with the money. Really, all I wanted was an excuse to put a few holes in this motherfucker. I may be a low life, but there's only a certain level of deplorability that I can take.

Stealing money from you dying daughter's charity fund? Un-ac-fucking-ceptable.

So, now that this has motherfucker decided that he was going to skip out on paying me, I see no reason not to fill his ass with hollows.

He quivered and I could see the large wet stain forming on the front of his pants that emanated with the stench of piss. "Oh, now that's just fucking pathetic."

"P-p-please d-don't k-k-kill me." I laughed outwardly at that. "Begging? That's the best you can do? Most people at least try bribery first. Then again, most people don't gamble away their kid's chance at life," I pressed the gun against his cheek. "But you aren't most people, are you?"

He opened his mouth to speak. I gave him a single moment's pause before I pulled the trigger against his cheek. Bits and chunks of teeth and flesh flung from the now gaping cavities in his face. He opened his mouth to scream, but I held fast the gun to his forehead. "You scream and it'll be the last thing you do," I smirked at him. "I never said you could talk."

He whimpered in response and I couldn't help the sneer that came across my face. This was part of the reason I loved my job. I loved taking shit stains like him out of the equation. Maybe one day I can give out a loan without also giving the pretenses of death looming over their shoulders.

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I laughed heartily at that. Like that would ever happen. If that were the case, I'd just become a hit man. No point, in quitting what I'm good at.

I paused for a moment at the scuffle of a shoe before sending off a shot behind me. I swiveled on my heel to face whatever had just disturbed my conversation.

It was a woman. She looked to be about my age, maybe twenty-one or two. She had shoulder length auburn locks that fell effortlessly against her shoulders. Her amber eyes shown back with worry against my own and I couldn't help the malicious grin that tugged up my lips. I felt my little man downstairs banging on the roof and decided to speak before I have to kill this guy quickly. I'd hate to have to cut this short.

"What?" I asked sternly.

"Um, I, What are you doing?!" She blurted out surprised.

"Who, us? We're just having a friendly chat. So, how about running along sweetheart? I'd hate to have to involve you." I plastered a charming smile on the end that seemed to make her consider, but as always, life loves to give me a hard time.

"I can't just let you kill him." She whispered. I'd barely caught the sound. I grinned.

"Can't I? Why would that be?" I called, smile still spread across my cheeks.

As she opened her mouth to answer I pulled the trigger against his head, effectively ending his life. A strangled gurgle seeped from his mouth behind me as the sound of gushing blood rushing from it's new exit filled the dark alley.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't particularly care why you think I couldn't or wouldn't shoot that guy." I sauntered slyly over to her. "What I do care about, is getting caught." I raised the gun to her temple.

I heard her scoff and couldn't help the smile that cut through my face. She'd just seen me kill a man in cold blood and scoffed as I threatened to do the same to her? I like it. "What makes you so confident in my ability to not kill you now?"

"You could never kill me." She says staring deeply into my eyes with her black, barely hidden predatory eyes.

"And why would that be?" I ask, my finger faltered on the trigger for a moment as it pressed against her temple.

She grabbed my wrist and quickly flipped me over her shoulders. I landed hard on my back and couldn't help the pained grunt that escaped my lips. "That's why."

I stared up at her with wondering and pleased eyes. "Oh, I like you," I giggled. "You wouldn't mind coming home with me tonight, would you? I'd hate to leave without you."

A surprised look crossed her face and that was all I needed to pull her legs out from underneath her, dropping her to my level. I scrambled to pin her arms above her head and sat gleefully against her stomach. "I think we're moving a bit fast, don't you?"

She growled angrily and lifted her hips, throwing off my center of balance and switching our positions. Our faces were mere inches apart and I could feel the man downstairs getting antsy. Her ass was pressed firmly against my crotch and her body was laid flat across my own to keep me pinned. Her breasts were squishing against my own and I can't say I wasn't having fun.

"Someone's pushy." I snickered, receiving another strangely animalistic growl in return.

"You started it." She grumbled.

"Be that as it may, you have the upper hand. So, what do you plan to do with it?" I eyed her seductively, the heat building between my legs was nearly unbearable. I could feel my member pressing against the confines of my jeans and it was thoroughly irritating.

There wasn't a slim chance in hell she didn't feel it. It seemed to catch her off guard a moment and I took this opportunity to give her a taste of her own medicine, flipping her off balance and pressing her arms above her head. My member was now pressed against her groin and a soft whimper squeaked from her lips, making me chuckle. I gave her a soft hump and raised a brow when her legs tightened around me, the whimper now replaced with a soft moan.

She looked embarrassed and I couldn't help the smirk on my face. I pulled myself from her grip giggling all the way. "It's been fun, Kitten, but I've got things to get done tonight! Maybe another time!" I tossed behind me as I raced as fast as my legs would carry down the block to my home, snagging my gun on the way out. I'd loathe being caught before I meet her again.

I really hope I see her again.