The Playboy's Assassin

Raging b***h: Enrique.

I took deep breaths to quell the nausea that bubbled in my throat. Silence ensued in the car as she drove. It was deafening and made me even more uncomfortable than I already was.

“You do realize this is a felony. You just stole someone’s car,” I said.

“Oh! I’m sorry. Was I supposed to let us die there?” she said sarcastically and a burst of small laughter escaped me. Who would’ve thought she had a sense of humour.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” My heart was still racing from what happened a moment ago. They just tried to kill me a second time. “Were those your friends back there?”

She gave me an incredulous look. “Did they seem like my friends?”

“I don’t know. The lady called you Scar. Is that your name?”

“She’s far from being a lady and yes, that’s my name.”

“Scar as in Scar from the Lion King?”

She eyed me weirdly. “No, Scarlett. Scarlett Red. I’m sure you must’ve heard about me.”

“Yeah, you’re the notorious killer. Scarlett Red. Is that really your name? Sounds like the name of a pornstar.”

A vein ticked in her temple and she gripped the wheel tighter. “One more word from you and I’ll–“

“You can’t exactly do anything to me. You said it yourself, you don’t have any weapons.” I smirked, knowing I’d gotten her.

“I don’t need one to keep your mouth shut for you. I could smash your head on the dashboard or better still, throw you out of the car and all my troubles would be over.” She fixed me with a glare and I snapped my mouth shut. I made a zipping motion on my lips and threw away the key.

She rolled her eyes at my antics but didn’t say anything. The ride continued in silence for a while till she started driving out of the city and I realized I didn’t know where she was taking me. “Where are we going?”

“I thought I told you to shut up.”

“I will. Right after you tell me where you’re taking me to. For all I know, you could be driving me to my death.”

She took one hand off the wheel, moved towards me and pushed the door open. The next thing I knew, I was dangling out of the car, my face dangerously close to the ground. “Alright, alright! I got the memo. I won’t say anything!”

She pulled me back into the car and closed the door. I panted as I tried to calm myself. This b***h was crazy. I was stuck with a crazy person and I didn’t even know where we were going. Great! Her eyes were glued to the road as she drove and I accessed her face. She was really beautiful. Too bad she was a killer. I stared at her plump bottom lip, her cupid’s bow, her button nose and up to her high cheekbones. She didn’t look like a killer. She clenched her teeth and I noticed the pool of sweat on her brows, watching a drop trickle down the side of her face. She sucked in a shaky breath and I looked down at her stomach. She was in pain and losing a lot of blood. The small patch of blood on her camisole had spread further. Now, the material was glued to her skin.

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive? You don’t look so good. We need to get you to a hospital.”

“I’m fine,” she forced out.

“You don’t look fine. That wound might get infected. You’re losing a lot of blood, we need to go to a hospital.” I tried to get her away from the wheel and then she punched me in the face.

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I woke up to an aching head. My whole face hurt. I sniffed and wrinkled my nose. That b***h had punched me in the face. She freaking punched me in the face. I staggered off the floor and realized I wasn’t in the car anymore. I was in a dimly lit, cramped space full of boxes and on one of those boxes sat the queen b***h herself. She was half-naked and had a cloth stuffed in her mouth. Her face was sweaty, her skin pale and she stared at me with half lids looking like she was about to pass out.

“You punched me!” I said. She ignored me and poured some alcohol on the knife in her hand and then stuck it in her injury and twisted it. Her face scrunched up in pain as she groaned.

“Holy s**t!” I turned away and swallowed the bile that rose up my throat. “Need any help?” I asked even though I had no intention of helping her with that.

“No, thanks,” she said. Seeing as she could speak, I assumed the cloth was out of her mouth and I turned to watch the bullet clatter onto the floor. She lifted the bottle of whiskey to her lips and took a swig then proceeded to clean the wound and wrap it up.

“Wow! That was hardcore.”

She cut me a sideways glance then went back to dressing up. She slipped on a red top and unzipped her pants. “Are you going to look away or would you rather watch me strip for you?”

I turned away but watched her from the corner of my eyes. She had a navel piercing and a tattoo that started from the lower half of her stomach down to her thigh in a boomerang filled with intricate designs and stars. She looked up and caught me peeking and I looked away.

“Perv,” she muttered and I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t act like you weren’t expecting me to look. You were stripping and you look hot so I was definitely going to peek,” I said and faced her fully. She shook her head at me and moved to one of the boxes. Now that she was facing away from me, I could get a good look at her curves. She had a tiny waist that was perfect for grabbing. It flared out into slightly wide hips and a perky ass. I thought about her navel piercing and how it would feel to play with it with my tongue and I got semi-hard.

I took a step closer to her. In return, she took out a gun from the box and c****d it. “Take one more step and I won’t hesitate to blow your balls off.”

“Whoa! Calm down. I wasn’t going to do anything.”

She took out some clothes from the box and boots. Then she moved to another box and took out a backpack and some cash.

“Where are we anyway?”

“In one of my stash houses. It’s just outside of New York.” She put on black leather pants and slipped the gun in the waistband. Then she wore the boots and moved to another box, pulled out some knives and stored two in each boot. She moved closer to me and took out her gun, I moved back.

“Come on, don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”

“Don’t make what? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“I already told you where we are, I don’t need you bringing someone else here when I’m gone. So be a good boy and let me knock you out.”

“What! I’m not going to let you–“ she hit me with the butt of the gun and I passed out.