DEALT ( saving his soul )

Chapter four.

If there was something Cora hated, it was blackmail. It compromised someone's values : not that she appiled any , and it pushed them into things they would never had done, an example being her current assignment. Cora knew she was not a good woman , she was constantly against the law and her hands were soaked in blood. On top of that, her personality was intolerable but all the same the mission at hand was something she would never dare to do given normal circumstances. She also did not understand why she was blackmailed into doing it because it seemed too easy .

She sighed anyway and parked behind the Bentley she was tailing then killed the engine to observe. A lovely lady stepped from the car and walked into the colorful building. From the way she was dressed and the kind of Bentley she drove , Cora knew she was a woman of power but that did not disturb her. She had eliminated many who were way top compared to her status, but what disturbed her was using the woman's secret to do so. Whether it was a clean or dirty secret , it still did not sit right with Cora to do so. Stepping out of her rented Ford , she thumped her studded boots and tipped the black hat on her head. The expensive leather coat hugged her body well and to any onlooker , she passed as a regular tomboy. Which was very fitting for the mission.

She walked into the building following the young woman. Cora saw her enter into an elevator and she hovered around for a minute then entered another elevator , pressing the buttons to stop at the floor the red haired beauty was destined to. A few seconds later, Cora stepped from the elevator and like she had guessed , it was an illegal underground club. This made her mission easier, any crime in the place was less likely to be reported unless they were ready to draw attention to themselves. Cora spotted the red head at a corner staring dreamily at the waitress with a striking Mohawk cut . Cora rubbed her leather gloved hands together and approached her .

" What's a lovely lady like you doing 'ere ? " She started , startling the woman who double took her form then blushed.

" Nothing ...I ...I ...was just waiting for someone, "

" Hmm! No need to be shy , can I buy you a drink at least as you wait ? " Cora plopped down in the seat in front of her.

" Uhm. No problem, thanks, "

" Waiter ! " Cora hollered and from the corner of her eyes, she was the woman intensely studying her profile.

" You're staring sweet heart ! "

" No...no...no... nothing, " she blushed.

She was falling for it. Good !

" So what's your name ? "

" Lucy , "

" Call me Kisha , so who are you waiting for ? "

" Uhm ! I think he's late ..."

" I see, "

Cora tried to make small talk which Lucy responded well to and within fifteen minutes she led her prey into the bathroom.

" Kisha, you understand me so well ! "

" No need to be shy , Lucy , " Cora muttered to a giggling Lucy.

Lucy leaned closer to peck her on the lips and that is when Cora drew the sharp dagger.

Her big green eyes widened, " what ?! Why - "

" I'm sorry sweetheart but I'm straight as a die , " and she slit her throat , letting her fall limply on the floor.

Cora discreetly rushed to her Ford.

Cora did not support the queer kind of relationship simply because it was not the natural order of reproduction but that did not justify what she did. Cora did not condemn or judge them or even look down upon them , after all who was she to when she was a cold killer with a hateful heart. She believed that no one should judge anyone because humans were naturally wicked and that the creator was the only one with the rights to do so. Cora shut her eyes remembering her Sunday school teacher say that sin was sin , no matter how small or big it was, God judged it the same because He is unbiasely holy yet she could not help but feel that she had committed the worst of all kinds of worst, some she could not even say. An image of a giggling Lucy with firey hair flashed across her mind and pain ripped through her heart.

" Forgive me, father, " she muttered painfully and drove away.

Cora parked in front of Mr. Yong's tower and strode inside in burning fury . Cora did not even knock the door of his office, she stormed in causing Mr. Fazul to jump high from his seat.

" It's done. I want my dues, "

" Evidence ? Proof ? "

" Kiss my ass mister , "

" Feisty , " Mr. Yong chuckled.

" Cliche, " she glared, " my money , please ? "

A brown envelope was slid across the table and Cora grabbed it.

" This is not the full amount ! "

" Uhm, yes Cora. Times are tough, " he leisurely swang in his chair.

Cora glared, " Mr. Yong - "

" I will give you the full amount on one condition, "

" Damn you, "

" Listen first , sexy , " he winked then chuckled.

" Mr. Yong - "

" You see, this was just a mission to prove if you're eligible enough, which you have successfully done ...no need for proof , my men has sent me photos of your handiwork, but for the real money...one more mission, "

Cora smirked and shook her head, " I'm not getting involved with you again. Keep your money. "

She started heading out.

" Tsk ! Tsk ! Tsk ! I wouldn't do that if I were you doll. You see, when these could be put together with evidences in Mr. Vandervir's case ,"

Cora froze and looked back, " what are you trying to say ? "

" This ! " Photos of her holding a dagger against Lucy's throat and eventually slitting it were slid on the table, " you see this and the evidences on Mr. Vandervir , if leaked out , could earn you a real great life time vacation in prison. "

" How ?! What ?" She stared horrified at the photos.

" How ? " He smiled, " I own the damn club, that's how and what ? I texted her to meet me there , after all she played me in a certain deal and I craved revenge but because she was so naive as well as extremely stupid...she never suspected it. "

" You wouldn't do it ! Your club is illegal , you would have to expose your club - "

" What nonsense ! " He waved a hand dismissively, " I can frame the location however I want , Cora. Please , let us not choose to be stupid. "

" What more do you want ? " She gritted out , veins popping on her forehead as her fury grew another notch.

" Another lovely proposition for you , "

" You're the devil , "

" That would make you a demon , "

" I hate you, "

" Not more than your next assignment , sweetie , "

" Which I will never do , "

" Your long vacation is a phone call away Cora. Walk away from here and tommorow, I'll drop by to see how lovely and warm your bench is , "

She walked back , stood directly in front of the desk and arms defiantly crossed against her chest, " I'm listening ? "

" I need you to eliminate Mr. Jonathan Blue, "

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Jonathan Blue

Jonathan Blue

Jonathan Blue

Jonathan Blue

Jonathan Blue

The name chanted in her head giving her no peace. She stared at the laptop screen , the application letter staring back at her. She sighed heavily , Cora had thought there was freedom in her life but how wrong she was. She was dancing to Mr. Yong's tone of music however he wanted it and she hated it. With a heavy heart she clicked " send " then shut the laptop.

Cora left her apartment in utter despair and rushed into the bar across the street. Luckily, she wore a heavy coat to hide her body from the irritating men : she was in no mood to land any more people into casualty. Sitting on a high stool, she ordered five bottles of the strongest alcohol available. Cora's thoughts drifted to the times when she was just a scared young woman being made fun of because of her body. She had even been called ' plastic ass ' on several occasions when she wore pants and even at one time , someone tried to grope her at her past work place to find out of it was real flesh. Consequently, she stopped wearing them. In the end, she was fired because she thoroughly battered some blonde who had called her ' a brainless hooker who slept around to sustain her surgically made up body ' .

She sighed putting the now empty first bottle aside and opened the second one. She took a gulp. Cora never wanted to live the ' dangerous assassin life ' , truth be told but the last straw that broke the her back was when she finally thought a man that showed real interest in her ended up dumping her , resulting to another heartache. She smiled, reminiscing the time she was a maid , eager to please some tall lean handsome man with a beautiful name, ' Cayden '. Cora seriously thought there was something real in between them so she gave herself to him fully , only for one day, the man to pop up in front of her and introduce a stunning Korean as his girlfriend. Cora had kept silent and asked him about it later. His words were a drilling sword whenever she remembered them :

' No offence Cora, but your attitude and personality is beyond me. Surely, I've tried , you can bear me witness, I've tried to severally warn you but it just couldn't work. '

The sad part was that, he was right.

So she took up training as an assassin, shut him out regardless of the many times he would approach her and try to rekindle the innocent friendship they had before they got intimately attached. Within two years, she quit working as maid and was an expert in assassination.

Why she did it ?

Simple, she was taking out the pain, the anger , the bitterness , the rejection and the dejection on her victims. It gave her power, a certain high she could not explain , but now as she began gulping down her third bottle , she was not very sure it was a very helpful life decision. Infact, she was back to square one,a puppet, Mr. Yong's for that matter and she had a troubling feeling she would be one for quite a long while.

The major issue and fear was that she was sent against a man Cora did not want to touch. With what had happened to the man , who was her boss' half cousin, two years back, it felt very unfair.

But the world was never fair, right ?

With a loud belch after downing the third bottle, she clumsily stood up and slammed the money on the glass counter.

" Keep the change ! Belch! "

Cora staggered from the bar, a fourth bottle in hand as she carefully crossed the road in zigzag steps , completely ignoring the angry honking as she made way to the apartment.

She opened her eyes wide when she reached the stairs and raised a foot to make a step but the stairs we're continually bouncing in her vision.

" Keep still! Bloody floor ! " She hissed.

The stairs bounced some more .

It forced her to time when the floor would be still and immediately managed to make a step as soon as the motion slowed down.

" Gotcha ! You think you're smarter than me, huh ? "

The stairs began bouncing again and no matter how much she widened her eyes, she could not make another step.

Cora looked at the rail to grab it but it was performing some weird kind of wiggle dance.

" I see you two have ganged against me ! Huh ? " She scolded pointing an accusing finger at the rail and stairs.

" Ay ! Stop with the ...wiggly dance . You can resume that later when I've gone up ! "

She tried to grab the rail but missed and ended up slipping. Cora landed on her back , on the stairs floor and at an awkward angle . She tried to look up and her arms flew protectively around her head. The bottle long forgotten.

" Stop ! Stop ! Stop ! Stop ! Don't fall ! I'm sorry , I was just passing ! " She peered at the celling terrified.

It shifted again.

" Look , I'll never drink again !! Just don't ....don't fall ! "

And it went on till she fell asleep .