Killers Don't Love

Partner

Kendrick

I breathe heavily, my body going up and down from the push-ups, I got so used to torturing myself these past years, that I remain indifferent towards pain.

My lips parted in a curved smile when something came across my mind. I can still feel her gentle slap, it was amusing, I was scratched by a furious pussycat, just for that one little smack, I'll make her stay over here horrible and memorable, no woman has ever slapped me but the little fearless p***y dared.

Rodrigo walked in, he leaned on the doorway with his arms crossed as he whistled.

I got up, and I grabbed my towel to wipe my sweats. I glanced at him. "What again Rodrigo?"

"Damn! You're so muscular," he stares me down with a grin.

"If you stop taking m*******a 247 and focus on your shape, I bet you'll do great." I didn't cast him a glance, my gaze remained on the white towel.

He pouts, "ah, Ken you're impossible, you take nicotine too."

"Yeah I do, but I don't live on it." I finally hear out to his face and look at him.

"Maybe." He shrugs, "but at least I have a heart."

I step closer to him, our faces few inches away, "repeat that and you're dead." I spoke in a low tone.

He shrinks, "dude, I was just joking. The boss wants to see you." He stuttered.

I hummed still not taking my eyes off him. He scrambled away while murmuring something under his breath.

If not for his age I would've beaten his ass. I take s**t from nobody not even a eighteen years old vagabond.

I tripped in a black skull shirt and a black hood. I headed for the meeting hall where we usually discuss our missions.

I entered the room, everyone stood up including Robert, he shoots me a dirty look when I wasn't looking.

"Ken! We were all waiting for you, sit." Father mentioned a spot beside him.

I plopped down as my gaze fell on a man on the large screen. "Who is that?" I asked.

"The guy in the suit and hat on the screen?" He precised.

I hummed in response.

"He was a friend of mine till the day he betrayed me. He has a briefcase containing pure gold, the ones he stole from me of course." Father paused, his expression was blank from many years of hindering his emotions, he spoke with anger in his tone though he looked less concerned. "I want my gold back and ken, don't spare him at any cause." He banged his fist lightly on the table.

I half nodded, "you won't be disappointed, Boss."

"In this mission, you'll be having a partner, she is aware of your partnership, she gets the case, you get the guy as simple as that."

I push my chair back as I stood up, "I don't need a partner." I simply said, with no emotion in my voice but with the look on my face he could tell, I was getting pissed.

"I think I heard this sentence today," he rubbed his chin staring at the ceiling. "Oh, from Anderson and my reply was, I don't give a damn! I wasn't asking, this mission must be errors free so you ought to cooperate!" He looked straight into my eyes not blinking once. We stared in pure silence so did everybody.

"I can do it if Kendrick doesn't want to." Robert walks to the table with a supercilious gaze through his half-lidded eyes.

Sometimes I wondered, why Robert was so pathetic, he craved a reputation like mine, and saw me as an enemy, it is so frustrating. Someday he'll cross the line and I'll kill him, that way I'll be free.

"He can do it." I agreed with his plead for attention.

"Kendrick, I never asked your brother, I asked you."

I sighed silently, "where is he?"

The color drained out of Robert's face, he fixed us with a slight gap, before his expression changed and he glared at me.

"Good choice ken, you'll find him in the casino, thirteen streets of Chicago."

********

"What is she doing?" I leaned against my black jeep with my arms crossed, Bob stood right next to me and we've been waiting for the past ten minutes and she is not ready!

"Wearing some makeups, I guess." He shrugs.

I took off my suit, "hold this." I said before walking away.

I furiously burst into her room, the annoyance and anger immediately faded when I saw her. she wore a black gown with each side parted open revealing her tights, black fishnet stockings that stop just above her knees, the black was a perfect match for her long black hair. She struggles with her zip. I've never seen a female gangster handle her temper as she did, she was slightly annoyed with the zip but she kept trying.

I shook my head out of my thoughts, what am I doing? I silently snuck up to her, as soon as my hands touch hers she froze.

"The pussycat is stuck, huh?" I pulled the zip down instead of pulling it up revealing her neck back, then I zip it up, the zip was stuck, I had to push it down a little.

"Stay away from me." She hissed before pushing past me. What an attitude she's got.

**********

We pulled into a parking lot, I went down just after her. In front of us, the casino entrance beckoned inside the ceiling light were muted allowing the glow of a thousand slot machines to fill the room, the sound of gambling could be heard from where we stood.

We walked past the guards who half nodded to me, the casino is filled with colors and the constant undertone of slot machines, the sound is not musical yet not noisy, It's more of a robotic background; tinkles, clanks, and the occasional beeps or brief snatch of melody. It's the sound of a thousand slot machines in action.

No one talks, The gamblers were seriously focused on their games, most of them had gray hairs. They sit back, leaned forward, draw deeply on cigarettes and play. Some pushed a button, others pulled a lever.

In the center of the casino, guarded by rows and rows of slots, you find the games.  There are crap tables, poker, blackjack, and roulette. There the dynamic changes. The players talk, but the language is abbreviated.  "Gimme another," "stand," and the patter of the dealer as he rakes the chips and deals the cards.

"You know our target, get the briefcase and wait for me outside," I said to her, she gave me one of those blank looks before walking off.

I grabbed a whiskey in the bar, I sipped my drink while leaning on the counter, from the corner of my eyes, I observed her. She stood beside him, Edwin Nuc'. He wore a white suit white a hat, he sucks deeply on a cigarette as he played. A firm grip on a briefcase.

They stood there discussing for a while, I saw the smug smile on her face when they were heading to another room, he was smiling ear to ear like an i***t.

Two more minutes and she was out with the briefcase. I paid for my cup, with my hands in my pocket I slowly headed to the room they both entered two minutes ago.

I shut the door behind me.

"f*****g b***h!" He groaned, blood oozed out from his nostrils. He stood up with wobbling feet as he wiped his nose.

"Edwin Nuc?" I asked.

His head immediately whipped in my direction, "Kendrick Chucks, I know why you're here. You and the b***h! You form one, huh?" He laughs, baring his bloody teeth.

"That's right."

"Orlando wants revenge, right? I should have killed him while there was still time." He pants.

"Okay enough." I dip my hand in my suit and pull out my AA12 shut gun I put the silencer on. "Your time has come."

"Come on! Do it! Son of b***h!" He yells, for a split second I zone out, I went back to my past, the ones that haunts me till this day.

"Come on! Do it! Son of b***h! I bet you're weeing in your little pants! You can't! I knew it! You're such a wimp like your slut of a mother! BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!

I pressed the trigger three times furiously obeying the sudden wave of anger that overcame my soul. 

Edwin's dead corps slide down the wall leaving a large strip of blood on the wall, I stared at him for a second. I bury my gun back in my suit and walked out, just as I came in.

I met Anderson leaning against the car.

"Took you a lifetime." Her gaze remained on the couple making out on the bench meters away from us.

"I had a mission." I simply said.

She finally made eye contact with me, "next time do it quickly. You ain't an amateur." She got in and slamming the door, unlock it and I joined her.

The mission was fast and smooth. Maybe I do need a partner, the pussycat might be the right person, but she still has to pay.