Part I Here
Part II Here
She licked the venomous gloss from her lips. Swallowed hard.
It’s done. Now it was her turn. To die. To set herself free.
The negligee she wore was literally to die for. Red and glossy all over with a candy coated sheen. She was a heartshaped box of chocolate wrapped in a silk ribbon. To die for.
The perfect outfit for the perfect night.
She admired the full Red Moon– shades lighter than her silk negligee. She admired the shining constellations. Tracing them with her fingertips. Admired the post-midnight darkness spreading illusions of clean, shimmering Rose City harbors. She knew better.
“Proud now, mother?” She laughed as she dried tears.
One kiss. One taste of her poison. Widows orgasm. Slow agonizing death in a lipstick dispenser.
She’d taken vials of his blood. A sweet chaser for her champagne and deadly venom she concocted for him.
She longed for the power to resurrect the dead. So she can disarm him again with her pleasure. So she can reintroduce him to the worst agony. Over and over again. For several goddam eternities.
She finished her aged champagne. Tossed the bottle over the railing.
“Fuck!” She screamed into the watery abyss below.
His face. Etched into her nightmares. Her wrists.
She took years preparing body and mind for him. Advanced degree. Martial arts. Gun ranges were her sanctuary. The men she fucked. Women. The countless people she killed. Mobsters. Assassins. Law enforcement. Friends. Her innocence. Her humanity. Parts of her capable of feeling love. She murdered them all. For him. And all it took was a simple kiss. She wanted more. Needed more from him. There had to be more.
She climbed over the bridge railing. Tightroped along the slippery edge.
Murdering him was supposed to release her. Free them from purgatory. But slaying the demon only blackened her void.
Turbulent waves below. Sharp concrete slabs from broken platforms blanketed by waters.
She’d condemned herself to hell. Their faces were fading. He’s rotting but still robbing her of everything. She’ll jump. She’ll shatter on impact. She’ll drown and see their faces clearly once again.
The memory of his body turning cold made her lip quiver. Warmed her pelvis.
She gripped the railing. Clasped her eyes.
The sound of the crashing waters a hundred feet below piqued memories of the spa where she ended his life. Of her breasts pressed against his slender, muscular frame.
I… hate.. you…
She parted her robe. Parted her lower lips with her fingertips. Slow, deep circular motions to spread the wetness running down her thighs.
Her one-handed grip on the rail was slackening.
She bit down hard on her bottom lip as her body erupted.
“You… took… Everything… from… me.” She moaned.
Fwoop! A sharp pinch on her neck.
Warmth vanished. Replaced with arctic cold. Rage. Dizziness.
She faced her assailant.
“My love.” He withdrew the needle from her neck.
“You!” She jerked away from him and lost her grip on the railing.
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His insides were bleeding.
Deteriorating organs. Malfunctioning brain. Heart. Lungs. Fading.
Never felt this way before. Weak… Falling to pieces… In love. So in love.
He’d escaped from the trunk of an old car. Gutted two watchmen patrolling the area. Kept one alive for questioning.
She used something potent. A deadly agent. He died twice. Returned once. For another taste of her succulent lips. Her poison kiss. An aphrodisiac. The things she did to him. She’s the closest to heaven he’d ever be.
“Where’s this?” He struck the guard.
“Scrapyard.” Guard trembled.
He narrowed his eyes. Scanned area for landmarks.
Grandmother’s tune flooding my thoughts…
“Not yet.” He whispered an answer to his grandmother’s calls.
“What?” Guard looked frightened and perplexed.
Eyes blurring. Glowing, mountainous silhouettes of city skylines. The ports. Shipping containers across rivers.
Definitely the East Side. Cross town. Way across town. She meant for me to disappear. Cars get crushed in the morning.
“Who dropped me?” He asked.
He snapped the Guard’s pinky finger.
“A woman?” He gently gripped another finger.
“Six… Six hours. No seven.”
“Six or seven?”
“Seven! Right after second shift.”
No weapons. No matter. He’s efficient with bare hands. Precise. Guard better not try anything.
He thought of her hands as he dragged Guard by the hair into the security room.
Thoughts of her caressing his chest. Writing love letters in cursive with her fingernails down his stomach.
He ordered Guard into a corner.
“I’m sorry,” Guard pleaded.
“I know,” he replied.
He recalled footage. Hours ago.
His heart fluttered…
An angelic woman. Graceful. Pure sorcery in blood red silk as she dragged his body to the trunk before disappearing off camera. Our first dance.
The bridge. Certain that’s where she’s heading.
They were connected. Intertwined. She’s everything to him. Everything he never knew he needed.
“Your phone,” He demanded.
Guard slowly offered his phone. “You were dead, man.”
“I believe you,” He calmly replied.
Guard had pictures in his phone. Loving wife. Kids.
Love didn’t exist to him until six… no, seven hours ago. Before his killer wrapped her lips around him.
Screen glaring. Characters blurring. Head throbbing.
He pushed call.
“Hello?” A woman answered.
“Hello, sister.” He replied.
“Starvation. Pestilence. War. Death,” Sister said.
“I pray for healing.” He answered.
“God hears all prayers.”
“Thank you, Sister.”
Vrrrrr. Vrrrrr. Cell phone vibrating. Unknown Caller.
He answered. “ I’m… poisoned.”
“Specifics?” Sister asked.
“Unknown… Fast acting.” He cleared sweat from his forehead.
“Who did it?”
“I’ll track her.” Sister suggested.
He knew her location.
“Client won’t be happy.”
He coughed. Spat blood.
“Cancel the contract… return the money.”
Sister was silent. Frustrated breaths. Sister was contemplating something. Next steps. Betraying him.
“Someone will arrive soon.”
“Thanks…” He had a thought. “Wait.”
“Send… Roses.” He said. “And champagne. Top-shelf.”
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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.”
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