Aries

“Red lips do lie.” She muttered under her breath as she loaded the pistol in her hand. Her long straight hair flowed flawlessly over her shoulder as she scan the whole room. A smug smirk is visible in her thick red lips. Dead bodies everywhere. All their useless brains are all spluttered all over the extravagant marble floor of the ballroom of the most expensive hotel in the world, which is now covered in thick blood coming from the not less than twenty old greedy rich men or more. She scanned the whole room once again before she decided to walk away. Hips swaying like a Victoria Secret model, holding two guns on both hands. Her face have some bloodshed but she doesn’t give a single s**t. The only important thing right now is that, the perverted businessmen paid their debt to her. She made them pay their debts to her. She made them kneel, crying for their shitty little life. What a shame, she thought. Life for a life. Blood for a blood. Eye for an eye. “This night is exhausting. I can go for a good cigarette and a multiple shots of vodka.” She said. Killing those perverted greedy son of bitches is tiring. She’s not gonna lie. One of them figured out her plan so she needs to kill him before he rat her out. Of course, that’s out of her plan but she managed to make a new one. Plan B never fails. It’s her own vengeance. Her own justice. She’s hungry for power. She’s a self made queen. “I see you didn’t bother doing the original plan.” She rolled her eyes when she heard Rage’s voice. “You see, I don’t give a f**k about that. The plan is kill those stupid motherfuckers.” She pointed out while looking at her bloody hands. Her pointed long nails are now caked with clotted blood. “I know but you killed Ackerman the second you got him inside that hotel room. Wasted no little time.” Rage commented, looking at her for bit then turning back his gaze on the road. She smirked when she remembered how she stabbed him right in the f*****g chest, his own nasty blood staining his expensive suit. She smirked how she got off guard by him. Monty Ackerman is one nasty brainy son of a f****d up b***h. He figured her plan by just observing her for days. Genius. She and Monty met at a party a week before her plan started. They had s*x and became an acquaintances in bed. They have s*x like a beasts. Little did she know, Monty heard everything about her before their paths crossed. Monty tried to stop her. How sweet of him, she thought for a second. But justice is more sweeter than having a good ass s*x with Monty. “Stupid motherfucker, fell in love with me.” She said, chuckling. Rage’s laughed echoed inside the car. i***t. “And?” She shook her head in disbelief. She’s not capable of love. She’s wrecked and dangerous. She knows her capability as a woman and falling in love is not part of her vocabulary. “How can you love someone in a week?” This time, he looked up to Rage, curious. The blue eyed man, with a perfect clean and waxed hair smirk at her. He reached out for her chin and stared at her beautiful bitchy face. “I’ve been with you for fifteen years, no special feelings. Just all pure evil plan. So, I don’t know.” He blurted out. “Because that’s stupid. Falling in love is stupid.” She removed his hand off her chin and licked her two fingers seductively. Rage’s mouth flew open and he smirked. She’s teasing him again like she loved to do even before. It’s like her habit. But they never had a s*x. Their relationship is pure crime partners. Rage continue driving. The streets is quite and windy. The vibe of 5AM morning drive makes her mood on a right rack. She sighed in delight. “I felt the joyous feeling when I slit his lying throat after I stabbed him. He is one of the reason why she’s dead. Blood for a blood.” She spoke, staring at the empty streets. “And when I started shooting them one by one, I felt like I was the queen of the world. They were all lying there, with a bullet right in their empty heads. Blood all over the floor. Bloody, gore and I like it.” “You did amazing, my sweet. A little out of the original plan, but amazing. You never failed to amazed the f**k out of me.” Rage cooed. “Did you blow them up already?” She asked, smiling. She crossed her legs, revealing her long, shiny leg from the high slit of her dress. Rage smirked. He put his hand on top of her exposed leg and cleared his throat, “Yes, ma'am." He opened the radio and on that spot, she heard the news about the m******e in the Ackerman Hotel and Casino. Killing at least twenty of the businessmen including the owner of the building, Mr. Monty Luisito Ackerman. It says that everyone is killed by a gun, except Mr. Ackerman. He is stabbed right in the chest with a slit throat with a sticker on his forehead, a head of a ram. The sticker is created with a black pen with a red eyes, making it look deadly and evil. “For sure, the Ackermans will put a money prize to whoever can solve the murder of their child and the others.” Rage spoke, squeezing her thigh. “But of course, just like the other jobs, this is all clean. No evidence will be used against us.” He added, turning the car to the left corner. A small deadly smile appeared on her lips as she spoke, “Good luck to them finding us, Rage.” At last, another revenge. Another justice is served. She served her own justice, she do her own fate. She’s the master of her own fate, her name is Aries.