Missing Death

3 (Noah)

I walked into the bar with a smile on my face and made my way over to the usual table in the back, shooting a wink to the familiar waitress who serves me and my friends. She giggles and ducks her head to hide her obvious blush.

The music was loud and drowned out any other noise, which was the main reason we had chosen the bar to meet up. We could talk freely without fear of being overheard.

I slid into the booth and texted the group to let them know I was here. As I waited for a reply I scanned the crowded bar to look for the lucky lady I would be taking back to my hotel once the night was over. I made eye contact with the waitress again and she grinned, sashaying towards me.

“The usual?” She asks.

“The usual,” I say, “but how about adding your number down for the order too?”

“I think I can do that,” she replies, blushing again, “are the whole group going to be coming? I can get started on their drinks as well?”

“See that’s why I like you so much,” I tell her, “you’re so thoughtful. Yes, the whole group will be here.”

She smiles brightly at the praise and turns to walk away in a slow, taunting manner. I trail my eyes down to her ass and let out a low whistle.

I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing that bent over a table.

When she disappears from sight I turn my eyes back to the people mingling by the bar and wait. Soon enough, my phone dings with incoming notifications.

Usual table? Max sends.

Of course, I replied.

Pulling up now, Anna sent.

Me too! Want me to wait for you? Jasper asks her.

Here. Was all Enzo sent.

I knew that Max probably wouldn’t be far behind and pushed my phone back into my pocket. He was probably finishing up with his latest fling, telling her that he had a great time and he would definitely call her, even though he wouldn’t. Max was worse that even I was when it came to women. If that man went longer than a night without sinking balls deep into someone he would start having withdrawals. Sometimes I wasn’t sure why I picked him to be my best friend.

It didn’t take long for Anna and Enzo to walk in, Jasper trailing behind them. He chattered away to Anna but Enzo was the only one paying any attention to him. They made their way over and slid into their regular spots in the booth. Anna sliding in first, then Jasper, then Enzo. Max came in shortly after, but his attention was caught by a girl next to the door. I rolled my eyes.

“Soooooo, how was work?” Anna asks me, cutting Jasper off mid-sentence.

I shrugged, “same as always. I had to deal with one of the worst people I think we’ve dealt with so far.”

“How much did you get for this one?” Jasper asks, throwing his arm around Anna. I watch with a frown when she makes a disgusted face and shrugs him off. Anyone with eyes could see that Jasper was head over heels for Anna, and she was always an asshole about it. He didn’t care though, he still tried his hardest to win her over with his goofy attitude.

“I only got around $5,000, the woman who hired me didn’t have much money but like I said, the guy was an asshole, I probably would have done it for free.”

“Damn.. what did he do?”

I clenched my fists as the rage came back full force, “he forced himself on her and got her pregnant, then when she had the baby he killed it. He killed a five day old newborn.”

“Did he suffer?” Anna asked with a gleam in her eye.

“Yes.” I replied bluntly, “I made sure that he went slowly.” These conversations didn’t last very long while we were in public. We liked to make sure that we only talked business in privacy.

“Good job bro!” Max yells, sliding into the booth next to me. “I got rid of a pedo last week! OW!”

Anna kicked him under the table, “stop being so f*****g loud, and maybe I won’t kick you.” She dug around in her purse and pulled something out.

“No one can even hear me...” Max says sheepishly, looking down at the table.

“Still shouldn’t take any chances,” Anna replies, beginning to file her nails.

“Lighten up Anna. The music is so loud in here we can barely hear each other.” Jasper says, Enzo nods in agreement.

She shoots him a glare and continues to file her nails, only glancing up when the waitress begins setting our drinks down in front of us. She ends with me, placing a napkin with her number written on it next to my drink. I give her another wink before she turns to walk away. I stash her number in my back pocket and looked back up to meet the eyes of a very upset Anna.

“What’s your problem?” I ask, glancing around, noticing that no one else would meet my eyes.

“I really don’t want to have to switch bars again because you can’t keep it in your pants! You keep stringing these poor waitresses along and when you inevitably break their hearts they become rude to ALL of us.” She crosses her arms and glares at me.

“Oh don’t be a baby Anna, we can all handle a few scorned girls. Not to mention we can find bars easy enough, it’s a big city, but I doubt he can find an ass like that in this whole state!” Max chuckles at his own joke, making me sound sleazy while defending my whorish ways.

“Why are you coming at me anyways?” I ask, pointing my thumb in Max’s direction, “he’s worse than I am.”

“Hey!” He mocks offense, placing his hand over his heart, “it’s not my fault they look at me with the ‘f**k me’ eyes.”

“The way you two talk about girls is very offensive. In case you haven’t noticed, I am a woman as well. I would beat the s**t out of all of you if I ever found out you were talking about me that way.”

“Have no doubts, none of us would ever talk about you that way.” Enzo scoffs then fakes a gag. He sips his drink, completely missing the deadly look Anna sends his way.

His deep voice never ceases to startle me on the rare occasion that he uses it. Enzo didn’t like to talk much, but when he did it was mainly to insult Anna. I had known him for almost four years and only heard him speak a handful of times.

They all started to argue back and forth while he sipped his drink, staring out into the emptying bar. I observed his features while he wasn’t paying attention. Enzo was a very big person. He was almost 7 feet tall with jet black hair and eyes to match. He had broad shoulders and a stern look that was always on his face. It was hard to read his emotions even after I had known him for so long. When we had first met I had to admit I was slightly intimidated by him.

Jasper on the other hand was his exact opposite. He was 5’7 with a lanky frame. He had brown curly hair and green eyes. And unlike Enzo, he never knew when to shut up. His thin lips would keep going and going until Anna would finally tell him to shut it.

And Anna, she was the only girl we would ever consider being friends with. Mostly because she was pretty, but not so pretty that it was distracting. She was around Jaspers height with super long legs. Blonde shoulder length hair that was almost always styled in some way. She didn’t have much curve except for the obvious boob job. She had piercing blue eyes that could burn a hole through the table if she stared hard enough.

Max, like me, had a fairly large build. He had broad shoulders and an athletically toned body, mostly from the excessive training that we did together. He has sandy blonde hair and his eyes were a light amber.

I raised my hand up and shouted at them, “Guys! Stop arguing, you’re giving me a headache!”

They all abruptly shut up, Anna rolled her eyes again.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I opened it up to see a message from an unknown number. Someone had sent me a hit.

A very beautiful woman stared back at me, her fiery red curls jumped at me and the first thought that popped into my head was that I wanted to run my fingers through them.

“Damn she’s hot.” Max states.

“Who?” Anna immediately leaned over the table, trying to catch a glance.

“Doesn’t matter,” I reply, “she’s a woman.”

One thing we prided ourselves in about this work is that we only took the jobs that involved the worse people possible. We didn’t kill women or children.

My eyes roamed over her picture again but stopped at the bottom corner of the picture. I could feel my eyes bug out at the reward price.

“I could retire on this money.” I murmured to myself. I could finally get out of this job.