The Playboy's Assassin

A Can of Worms: Enrique.

I grabbed the sink and puked. All I could see was the blood flowing out of Bill. All I could hear was the gunshot. Diego had been right about her. I had gotten myself into a huge mess and there was no way out. I had lost my phone when the boat got blown up. There was nothing to use to contact anyone. We were spending the night in some cheap motel. I had been so lost I hadn’t even paid attention as we’d gotten checked in.

I opened my bag and checked my belongings. There were wet clothes and my camera. I took it out, shook it and turned it on. It was still working. I placed it on the sink, took out the clothes and wrung out the water.

A knock sounded on the door and I almost jumped out of my skin. “I’m going out to get us something to eat. Would you like anything?”

“No.”

“Alright.”

I heard her footsteps retreat and I sighed in relief. How was I going to get myself out of this? I wrung out another cloth and my hand hit the camera. Diego had told me to get her confession. An idea occurred to me and I swung the door open. She was just about leaving the room. She turned and quirked a brow.

“Uhm!” I licked my lips. “Can you get me some liquor?”

“You want to drink right now?

“Well yeah. I just feel a little queasy with what happened to Bill and I need something to get my mind off it.”

“Alright. What kind?”

“Bourbon.”

She shook her head at me but said nothing and left. I closed the door and sagged against it. I hoped it would work. I stared at the peeling paint on the wall and grimaced. This place was horrible. A cockroach crawled over my shoe and I jumped.

“Gross!” I stumped on it. I packed all my things quickly and rushed out. I didn’t want to catch rabies or whatever it was you got from infested toilets. To think I’d have to take a bath in there. I shuddered. Bathing could wait till morning.

I spread the clothes on every surface I could find to dry them. Then I striped down to my boxers. I was about taking that off too but thought better of it. Being naked in front of Vanessa again was not something I planned on doing. I pulled the covers aside and sat on the bed. It squeaked under my weight and I sighed. I’d never slept in such deplorable conditions. I was cold and I lifted the quilt provided but it smelt funny so I kicked it away. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Vanessa stepped in carrying bags bearing a strange logo. She dropped them on the bed and took off her clothes. As she peeled off her clothes and exposed her skin, all I could think of was touching her. She stripped naked and my mouth watered as I stared at her perky breasts. I felt a stirring in my groin and I got hard.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said and went into the toilet. My eyes followed her as her ass jiggled with every step she took till she disappeared into the toilet and closed the door.

Snap out of it, Enrique.

What was wrong with me? I looked down at my hard-on and hissed. Images of us in bed filled my mind and I only got more aroused. To distract myself, I pulled the bags to myself and took out their contents. She’d gotten us burgers and fries with a bottle of bourbon and even gone through the trouble of getting me paper cups to drink with. It was kind of sweet.

Not! It was not sweet.

I was supposed to hate her. She just killed a guy after he helped her right in front of me and I was still attracted to her? I was disappointed in myself. But also hungry. My stomach grumbled and I opened the burger and bit into it. I could loathe myself for my lack of self control after filling my stomach.

  Minutes felt like hours. My nerves were frayed. My heart was palpating, threatening to beat out of my chest. I was already halfway through the bottle but thankfully I could hold my liquor. The door opened and Vanessa came out. I quickly poured her a drink. I just hoped this would work. I didn’t want to spend another minute in her presence if I could do anything about it.

I looked up at her as she approached, wrapped in a ratty towel with her hair dripping. All I could think of was, hot damn! She looked so sexy. This was going to be harder than I thought. I wanted to hate her. No, I did hate her. Or did I? I wasn’t even sure how to feel anymore. This was so confusing. I was supposed to hate her and everything she stood for, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I was insanely attracted to her. Sexually. It was just s*x. There were no feelings involved.

“What is this?” She grabbed the cup and sniffed it.

“I poured some for you.”

She placed it back down. “You know I don’t drink.”

“I know but one sip wouldn’t hurt. I just don’t want to drink alone tonight.”

She eyed the cup. I swallowed. Her hand reached out and she grabbed it then lifted it to her lips. I waited in anticipation. Her actions were too slow. I felt like grabbing the cup and shoving the contents down her throat. But that would only earn me a death sentence.

She placed the cup back on the bed and shook her head. “I shouldn’t. I have to be at alert.” She picked her burger and bit into it. My heart sank and I deflated. There goes my chance. I wanted to wring her neck. Why couldn’t she just drink the damn thing? She had a nice neck though. I wanted to tease and nibble on it till she sighed in pleasure.

She took a bite of the burger. By now, she had eaten half of it and some sauce stained her upper lip.

“You have a little something there,” I said and pointed to my lip. She wiped her mouth but didn’t fully get the smear. I reached out and cleaned it with my thumb. “Here.” I showed it to her and she took my thumb into her mouth and sucked on it whilst looking me in the eye.

Holy s**t!

It sent a jolt of desire through me and the next thing I knew, I was grabbing her like a ravenous animal and devouring her mouth. She pushed all the stuff on the bed on the floor and wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed her on the bed and took off her towel. She pushed down my boxers with her legs. I wanted her so bad, I couldn’t think of anything else.

Some minutes later when I was sated and my brain had returned to its normal settings, I stared at the stains on the ceiling hating myself. It had only taken her sucking on my thumb to undo my resolve. Just my f*****g thumb. I grabbed the bottle of bourbon off the floor and gulped it down. Maybe if I got drunk enough, I would forget what an i***t I was.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said and took another sip of my bourbon.

She sighed. “I know you’re mad at me but you have to realize if I hadn’t killed him, he would’ve called alerted Dimitri that we were alive.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dimitri had blown the boat up thinking we would die in it but he hadn’t seen us jump out of the boat. He probably thinks we are dead and as long as he thinks that, he won’t be looking for us.”

What she said did make sense but that didn’t cancel out all the people she had killed and the fact that she had almost killed me too. “But you’ve killed other people and you tried to kill me.”

“But I didn’t even though you deserved a bullet.”

“Am I supposed to be grateful you didn’t shoot me? Why, thank you O benevolent Vanessa for not shooting me in between the eyes!” She glared at me. I should probably tone down the snark but I couldn’t help it, I was mad. I had thought we had something special and then she had pointed a gun in my face. She had looked like she was going to shoot me and I hadn’t been so scared. I had practically seen my life flash before my eyes.

She grabbed the bottle out of my hand and gulped the remaining contents down. I was so shocked, I could only stare at her with my mouth hanging open.

“I’m sorry I tried to shoot you okay. But I had been so angry and when I get angry, I don’t think straight. Sniper had told me to kill you if I wanted to live or I’d spend the rest of my life running from him.”

“Who’s Sniper?”

“My boss. You don’t know how it’s like okay? He’s the most cruelest man you’ll ever meet and he won’t just kill me. He’ll strip me of everything I care about and he’ll torture me. He loves torturing people. He’ll make me beg for death and he still won’t kill me.” She looked genuinely scared of this Sniper guy. Her eyes watered. She looked like a terrified child who was scared of the monsters under her bed. “I’ve seen him torture a lot of people and it’s not something I’d wish on anyone.”

“If he’s so bad, why didn’t you kill me the first time? Why didn’t you shoot me that night?”

“Because…” She sniffed and looked away. “You reminded me of someone I had killed. Someone who didn’t deserve to die and I didn’t want to kill another innocent person. I spared your life in replacement for hers.”

She was saying exactly what I had wanted her to say but I couldn’t record it. “Why didn’t you kill me the second time? He gave you another chance right? Why didn’t you take it?”

She looked at me and a tear dropped from her eye. It pained me to see her cry. I wanted to comfort her and I hated myself for feeling that way. “You’re an idiot.” Her eyes were beginning to get cloudy. She sunk in the bed and sighed. She looked up dazed at the ceiling and I got off the bed and searched for my camera. I found it on the sink where I had placed it the last time. I must’ve forgotten to grab it in my rush to get out of there.

I turned it on and started recording. “Vanessa, look at me.”

She looked at me and frowned. “What is that? Get that out of my face!” She tried to slap the camera away but I moved too fast for her.

“How many people have you killed?”

She laughed. “I can’t count. There’s just so many.”

“Who was the first person you killed, Vanessa?”

She seemed to think about that before she smiled. “My uncle.” That stunned me for a moment. I remembered the things she’d said about her uncle while she was delirious with fever.

“Why did you kill him? Were you paid to kill him too?”

She laughed and sat up. “I enjoyed killing the bastard,” she slurred. “He was a nasty piece of work and I did the world a favour by getting rid of him. I stabbed the fucker to death.”

“Why?”

“Because he was bad.” Now her face looked sober. She stared off into space like she was reliving a memory. “He told me to be a good girl. If I was a good girl, he’d buy me things. But if I was bad, he’d give me lashes on my butt and stick his fingers in me. It hurt like hell the first time but later it started to feel good when he’d put his d**k in me. It felt good but I hated it. I didn’t want it. So I killed him. I had to kill him.”

Holy s**t!

I dropped the camera. She burst into tears and I grabbed her. “It’s okay. Don’t cry. Everything is going to be fine.”

It was like a dam had broken and all the things she’d kept pent up burst free. “It was so horrible. All I wanted was my mum and dad. He would touch me and make me sick his d**k. I couldn’t tell anyone. There was no one to tell. I hadn’t meant to kill him. I was just so angry and I hated him so much.”

“Don’t cry.” I hugged her. I felt sick to my stomach. He had molested her. She had just been a child who had lost her parents and he had taken advantage of her.