It’s not easy being an assassin in a large city. For one thing, having a competitor makes things rather annoying. And Diane was really starting to annoy me.
When some of my contracts started to dry up, I learned a black haired puttana had been cutting in on my action. She’d been taking over some of my hits, leaving me out in the cold. And all this when I’d been trying to break in a new apprentice.
Lydia was a lovely girl who seemed to have a knack for murder. What’s more, she was a hot little number in bed. Several times we went back to my place to make out after a successful kill. But now Diane was taking away my business.
We finally decided to send her a message when we intercepted one of her contracts. We killed two of her assassins as well as the target she’d been hired to eliminate. But I had no idea we’d just stirred up a hornet’s nest.
One week later Lydia and I were enjoying a sauna at a luxurious spa when a woman came to get me. She told me some gentleman wanted to see me about a possible assignment. I told Lydia to wait for me and that I would return shortly.
I went to the front desk in a towel and asked about the man who wanted to see me. But they were aware of no such man. “But your employee told me someone wanted to see me!” and I described her to them. Their response was, “I’m sorry, miss, but we have no such woman in our employ.”
I sensed I had been misdirected. But for the moment I did not understand the purpose. Then it hit me: Lydia!
I rushed back to the sauna, but she was gone. Left behind was a note which read:
I decided to get better acquainted with your apprentice.
She’s quite attractive.
Diane
I roared my frustration as I hastily got dressed. Then I made a thorough search of the premises. But Lydia and Diane were nowhere to be found.
I went back to my apartment and began to place some calls to my informants as to Diane’s location. But no one had any word. I even called some of my former employers, telling them I demanded to know of her whereabouts. But they had no knowledge either.
I was ready to turn the city upside down for my Lydia when I got a call on my IPhone. I picked it up but did not recognize the number. “Who is this?” I demanded.
The screen showed the back of an office chair facing a bank of monitors. The chair turned and the puttana came into view. “My dear Paola… so good of you to pick up.”
“What have you done with my Lydia, you bitch?”
“She is unharmed. We have been getting to know one another better.” Then the screen changed to a video of my Lydia tied to a chair with a ball-gag in her mouth. Her breasts were uncovered, the puttana molesting her while kissing her cheek as my apprentice grunted in helpless frustration.
“That was a recording of our time earlier today. She is truly a beauty… and deadly too. Maybe she would like to come work for me instead? Perhaps with a little more time I can persuade her. If not, I suspect I will be forced to put her out with the trash for the garbage men to pick up.”
“I want her back!” I growled angrily. “Return her to me or I shall have my revenge.”
“Come and get her if she means that much to you. I will not stop you. We are in the top floor of the old bank building on the edge of town. But I would advise against it. My guards have been offered a handsome reward to the first one who kills you should you set foot in my domain.”
“You will pay, Diane! You will pay this night!”
“I think not. Now if you will excuse me I think I shall go spend some more quality time with your apprentice.” Then the office chair spun back around to face away from the camera.
I roared my anger as I threw my IPhone at the floor… “Fucking puttana!!” I gathered my glock, making sure it was loaded with a full clip. I pocketed another magazine in a hidden section of my skirt. Then I went to go kill Diane and get my Lydia back…
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It was dark when I entered the building through the front door. A security guard sat at the counter while another watched me from a chair in the corner of the room.
“Can I help you, miss?” the bastard behind the counter asked.
“I am here to kill Diane and retrieve Lydia,” I told him as I pulled my glock. By the time he stood up to fire I was already putting two in his chest. The guard in the corner went down a couple seconds later from my third and fourth shots.
I rushed down the hall, my presence having already been loudly announced. Two doors opened as two more fools stepped out, their guns drawn. Three more rounds put them both down as well.
I rushed into the elevator and rang for the top floor. No doubt my presence was expected. I decided it would be wise to prepare…
The elevator dinged the top floor, and the door started to open. The chamber was immediately filled with the sound of shots being fired, lead splintering the paneling to the back of the elevator. Then the firing ceased as I heard confused voices yelling, “Where the hell did she go?”
“Right here,” I announced as I dropped from the service opening in the ceiling. Four more shots and they were all down as well. That puttana was going to need to hire more security guards after this night; that is, if I even bothered with allowing her to live.
I rushed to the office at the end of the hall. Two more fools stepped out, only for me to put them down with two more shots.
I burst into the office, only to see the office chair facing away from me. Someone was sitting in it with that familiar black hair. I heard a grunt of alarm so I quickly put two into the back of the chair before giving her a chance to return fire. I heard a satisfying groan that made me smile.
“That is for my Lydia, puttana! Now I shall take her back from you!”
I made a quick scan of the monitors. One of them revealed my Lydia sitting tied up in a chair just inside a room labeled Assistant Manager. I found the door and rushed it, throwing it open with my gun drawn, only to reveal…
The room was empty?? How could that be??
I stepped back out in confusion. Where the hell could my Lydia be? Then I looked at the office chair, gasping at what I saw…
“NO!”
I rushed over and turned it to face me. Lydia was wearing a black wig and was wrapped tightly in plastic with a ball-gag in her mouth, her eyes frozen open in horror. When I felt behind her I realized I must have been the one to put two into her back. The monitor I’d seen must have been showing a pre-recorded video from an earlier time when she was tied up in that room.
I looked at the other monitors and felt sick to my stomach. One showed the main door I had just come through, the one she had been watching the whole time. She must have seen me enter and had tried to warn me. And in my fury I had fired without knowing it was her secured in the chair, the black wig having deceived me.
I felt a rage begin to fill me. Then I heard a toilet flush behind yet another door. I turned and fired in a fury, putting two slugs through the door but not a third. I had used up all the ammo in my clip.
“Need to use my toilet?” a familiar voice asked from over by the door. “All you had to do was ask. I would have allowed you to use it before your death.”
I whirled as I tried to reach into my skirt to pull out the second clip to slam into my glock. I saw her standing there. In one hand was a small device, perhaps a remote? But the weapon in her other hand spat lead twice. The wrist to my shooting hand exploded in pain as a second shot fractured my leg, spinning me around and causing me to fall to the floor.
I screamed from the pain as she slowly came over to me, her weapon at the ready. But my wrist was shattered. I could not so much as lift a weapon, much less fire one.
“Putanna!” I spat out defiantly.
“Oh this?” she asked pleasantly, hefting the remote in her hand. “I like to flush now and then from out here, just to make sure I cleared the bowl of my previous discharge. It comes in handy sometimes.”
“You deceived me!” and I spat in her direction.
“Bitch! You shot up my office and killed my men!” Then her weapon fired again. I cried out from a matching wound she had just put into my other leg.
“You killed her!” I gasped, pointing over at my Lydia sitting dead in her office chair.
“You did that yourself,” she observed with a sadistic chuckle.
“You made me think it was you sitting there!”
“You are such a pitiful woman. I cannot imagine how the crime bosses of this city could possibly think you are a worthy assassin.””
She looked down at me and saw my skirt had ridden up. I had not put on any underwear from my time at the spa with Lydia. My pussy was exposed and it was dripping shamefully from the peril I was in.
“Is that what you use to fuck with?” she snorted derisively.
“More cocks than you will ever see, puttana!” I shot back proudly.
“Not anymore.” Then the cruel bitch sadistically fired into my crotch.
The pain was unbearable; blinding, searing fire. I had been shot before, but never like this. But I sensed the incredible agony I was in would soon be over.
“Your apprentice had nice boobs, bitch. Yours… meh… not so much.” And with that she fired two more times, puncturing my proud breasts.
Blood welled up in my mouth as I started to cough. “Any last words?” she asked me as she took aim. Then her expression grew cold and hard as I saw revealed in her eyes the assassin she had truly become.
“Go to hell!”
“You first.”
I did not hear the shot that ended my life as a bullet penetrated my forehead…
© 2016 (written for Paola Oct 1 ’16 by Riwa)