Assassins were bewitched by her smile. Her thickness. Her full, succulent lips. Her sharp glances, piercing him deep.
His hand trembled as he aimed.
His red dot. Between her bosoms. Inches left of her frozen heart. All he had to do was squeeze. Empty his clip and end it.
“Someone hired you?” She asked.
“Yes,” He replied.
“Someone who don’t like you much.”
She stepped closer.
“What’s stopping you?”
“Nothing.” He didn’t know what else to reply.
Disoriented. Weak. Blind with desire. Consumed.
She disarmed him with a smirk.
That’s all it took. A smirk.
His grandmother forewarned him about her.
Son… Karma will come for you… His grandmother would say. And poison you with her smile…
He never took his grandmother seriously. An old southern woman with superstitions and stories of evil spirits and spells. And curses. She wasn’t one to take seriously.
She undressed him. Button by button. Backed him slowly towards the pool.
He couldn’t help himself. Frozen. Immobile.
She circled him as she disrobed. Lassoed his neck with her nightwear. Lead him towards the bubbling Jacuzzi. Stripped him of everything he had.
Gun. Knife. Keys. His free will.
“Want to know something?” She asked.
“I knew you’d come.” She pressed her warm body against his. “You have a possession of mine.”
“Your heart?” He answered.
“No,” she replied.
She was calm. Unlike her heart. Her heart raced.
She pulled close. Fulfilled one desire. Fulfilled desires he was unaware of.
“You owe me something,” She said.
“Want to know what?” She asked.
She tiptoed to reach his ear.
“Life. You owe me a life.” She whispered.
He staggered back. Wiped his nose.
Leaking nostrils. Red covering his fingertips.
She kissed him on the cheek. “For all the lives you ruined.”
He heard his grandmother’s voice… Calling.
Come on home, son… face judgment.
No… Not yet… Please. Not now.
He collapsed. Struggled to move. Breathe.
“Sleep well, my love.” She smiled. “Send the devil my deepest regards.”
Read Part II here.