Living Dead Girl
1006 Words
I looked back at the club and noticed Riccardo staring at me. I smiled and walked out. I knew he was going to follow me. I got in my car and sped off. I knew he was already on my tail but if I was good with a gun and sword, he had no idea how good I was in my car. I changed lanes and swerved to the left confusing him a bit. He managed to keep up which did impress me. I hadn't had a precise location in mind and I was getting tired of racing with him but then I noticed I was close to a certain club I knew always welcomed me with open arms. I took the wheel with one hand and looked for a dress in the backseat. I began to take off the one I had on that was a bit too upscale for the place I was headed to.
LIVING DEAD GIRL. The pink neon sign hung big and bright at the entrance. I made my way inside and gave a nod to the bouncer at the front door.
"Hey, Ace,"
"Hey Van," I head inside and all you see is naked women. Naked women on stage, naked women serving drinks, naked women dancing for all sorts of men.
"Hey Nancy," I said to one of the regular girls I see when I come here.
"Do you want a dance Ace," I shook my head.
"I could use a drink, I'll be at my booth," I looked back and noticed Riccardo finally made his way inside. He scanned the room and I knew he was disgusted. These weren't the classy, fake surgically enhanced girls he's used to seeing. These were real women with natural curves. Yeah, they look a bit rough around the edges but they didn't all have the best start in life. Riccardo finally spotted me and noticed my new look. He looked me over from head to toe. I finally waved Nancy over and she brought some friends with her. They all danced on the table in front of me. Riccardo slowly walked over to me.
"Fancy seeing you here," I said.
"I could say the same thing but you fit right in," Oh so he was going to be a d**k. Okay, let's play.
"You want me to get up and dance," I looked him in the eyes and knew he was trying to read me. I bet he didn't want me to but he would never say so.
"So, who are you," he asked.
"Still haven't figured it out," I let out a small laugh. "Mr. Moretti, you disappoint me." He clenched his fist and looked at me with an intense glare.
"So, you know who I am,"
"I do," I offered him a drink and then took a slow sip of mine.
"You're an assassin," he said. "I know that much if you belong to an agency or are solo, I don't know."
"Friends are overrated," I said. Riccardo slowly took out his gun and placed it on the table. Suddenly every biker in the club turned and looked at us.
"So these aren't friends of yours," he wasn't stupid I give him that.
"Well, acquaintances, I have manners and I am a very likable person," I said softly.
"I bet," he replied. Nancy got closer to me and danced for me. "Enjoying yourself."
"I am,"
"I hope meeting me was a happy coincidence," I knew this thought would have popped up in his head sooner or later.
"Are you afraid I am going to kill you," I said.
"I'm not afraid of anything,"
"What do you want from me,"
"I want to see you again,"
"See," I laughed. "You want to f**k me again."
"That too but I need to know we aren't enemies," he paused.
"If you're waiting for me to give you my name,"
"Well, I would love to call you something, anything,"
"We call her ACE," Nancy said. I looked up at Nancy and gave her a cold look. She simply smiled and kept dancing.
"Ace," Riccardo said seductively. "I've met you a few times before, haven't I." I simply smiled and took a sip of my drink.
-PING-
Client: Unknown
Mark: Riccardo Morretti
Last Known Location: Club Seduzione
Family: Moretti Mafia syndicate, Gio Moretti (Father)
KILL
I looked at the message for a second and then put my phone back in my purse.
"Everything good," Riccardo asked.
"Yeah," he was right here in front of me. I had a gaping open window. I could kill him so easily but yet I hesitated. It wasn't because he was innocent and it wasn't because I was so fond of him. I just wanted to stay in this moment. I wanted to f**k him again too. I wanted to keep talking to him and playing this cat and mouse game. I kind of wanted to show him, he was the mouse and I was the cat.
"I have to go," I said as I slowly stood up.
"Another job?" he questioned.
"Something like that," I responded. He stood up and blocked my body with his. "I want to see you again."
"Let fate take care of that," I told him. He leaned in closer and slammed his lips on mine. He pulled my face closer to his and yanked on my hair a bit. I bit his lip slightly so he could let go.
"Down boy, I can't play tonight," I told him.
"Fine, but I won't stop until I find out all about you," I was sure that much was true.
"I'll see you around Riccardo,"
"Call me Ric," he said. I gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked towards the exit. I got in my car and headed home.
Twenty minutes later
"So, I'm guessing you are not going to kill Riccardo Moretti," Michael asked as he came into the kitchen. I was grabbing an apple and took a bite of it.
"Not yet at least," I said honestly.
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