The Valentine's Assassin
Intro: This woman has one job…take out the men who women want dead. It’s valentine's day and her take-out list just got good. No matter the reason, she does her job to please the brokenhearted women.
It’s Valentine’s Day and the world is full of the whole cliche of love & appreciation. They constantly go out and buy their lovers gifts to prove their love, but what about the others? Aside from this holiday, there are people out there who suffer from abusive relationships, heartbreak, and cheating from their men. So, on the dark web I made a site where women can have their revenge however they want. As long as they pay the fee, I will handle the rest.
I walk into a night bar wearing an all black trench coat. I see my target. His name is Gabe and tonight he is not here with his wife. No, he is here with his second wife. The first wife, Amy, made the request because she knew what he was up to. When we met she had bruises on her arm and her eye was blackened. Not only was this bastard cheating on her, but he was beating her too. The poor woman opened her mouth and told me everything I was allowed to do. But the number one thing she wanted was for the both of them to suffer. She gave me a ‘wink’ and I got the message. She slips me a check and I peer at the 1 billion dollars written on it. This was my most massive payment and I wasn’t going to lose it.
I keep my eye on Gabe and wait for his mistress to head to the bathroom. The reason why this payment was so higher than usual, was because this man is the CEO of a massive technology firm and he was running for mayor which meant he was always being followed by the media. The payment was not from his account though, Amy was well known for her programming skills and has made millions working for high-in companies which is how she met her bastard husband. Finally his wife goes to the bathroom and I follow. I remove my syringe needle from my pocket and lightly tap her on the shoulder.
“Can you tell me why women love to come to the bathroom just to stare at themselves and then leave?” I asked. The question catches her off guard and I quickly stab her in the neck. A few more females walk in and I pretend to act like the ‘sober’ friend.
“See girl…this is what happens when you drink too much. Come on, let's get you to the van.” I said while walking out of the venue. I toss her in the back of my van and head back inside. The injection was strong so she would not wake up for hours. I make my way over to Gabe and run my hand along his arm. He looks at me with interest and we have a small chat. He was so into me that he let his guard down and completely forgot about his wife.
“Not to sound like that girl, but weren’t you with someone earlier?” I asked. His eyes widened and realized his second wife was not back yet. He excuses himself and like a fool leaves his drink on the counter. I watch my surroundings and when the coast is clear I slide his drink closer to me and pop a tablet inside. He returns with an angry look, but when he looks at me he cools down.
“I know that look, time for another drink.” I hand him his drink and he takes a sip. I sip with him and ask him if he wants to have some fun in my van. He nods slowly and I can see his eyes start to dilate. We made it to my van and when the parking garage was clear, I opened the back trunk. He freezes in horror when see his wife pass out. Before he could scream, I taser his neck. He falls on top of her and I quickly get in the van and head to my base. I crack open a smell good and Gabe wakes up. He looks around with shock and when he tries to move his hands, they are chained to a pipe.
“Where the fuck am I?!” he screamed. I snicker at his tough act and throw water in his face. “Bitch!” he yells.
“I would watch your mouth young man, unless you want gasoline thrown in your face.” I warned. He looks afraid and I point over to the picture of his first wife, Amy. “Did you really believe such a smart woman would not know of your cheating? Plus, did you think just because your bitch-ass was beating her, she would not get revenge? She paid me to do whatever I want to you and make sure you and your second wife get what you deserve.” I winked at him and he knew that seeing me would be the last thing he ever saw again.
“Where is Jill?” he asked.
“She is fine just resting in the other room. Unfortunately I do not ‘take-out’ women, only bastards like you. Now let’s see, you beat Amy in the face, so let’s do the same.” I go through my tools and pull out a bat.
“Wait! Whatever she is paying I will double it!” he stated. I grin at him and walk closer, I swing into his face and he hisses in pain.
“The money is nice, but do you think I started this for the money? No, I do this because I feel bad for nice, innocent women who get played by dirty men like you. I was in the same boat and I made a promise to the Gods that if I got out of it, I would help those who can’t help themselves. Luckily, I have not got caught yet, so I continue to make men like you suffer…” I hit him in the stomach. “...Love should be harmless and respectful. We should build each other up and not tear each other down!” I screamed.
He coughs up blood and I swing for his face again. Crack! I knew I broke his jaw and I couldn’t help but smile. I go for his knees and slam the bat into them until his knee bones shattered. I remember Amy and her teeth. The top row was fake and I could see red bruises on her neck going down her back from her tank top. I search through my bag and pull out some pliers. I step closer to him and wave the tool in his face. “Remember these?” I said. “You used these to scare your wife and when she tried to walk away you pushed her onto the bed and pulled out her teeth.” I explained. He growls at me as I force his mouth open.
I place the pliers on his front tooth and I watch as tears fall down his face. I yank his tooth out his mouth and he yells in pain. Blood leaks from his mouth and I couldn’t help but rub his head. I throw my tools back in the bag and place on my gloves. I reveal a gun and his eyes go wide. As a part of our contract the supplier must supply me with a gun. “I must say you have one hell of a gun collection Gabe. Amy chose right. This silent sniper is perfect and powerful.” I commented. I walk around him and I see his pants become drenched in pee.
I walk into the other room and bring out Jill. I sit her unconscious body in a chair right across from him. I place the gun in her hand and wrap her finger around the trigger. Then I take Gabe's phone and open his gallery. I pull up pictures of him and Amy and place the phone in Jill’s dress pocket. I looked at the time and saw the injection should be out of her body in five minutes.
“Do you really think they will believe my wife shot me?” he mumbled.
“But she will shoot you Gabe…don’t you know when a person wakes up from shock they immediately clutch their finger while raising their arms.” I explained. His face falls from my explanation. To see fear in a man’s eye was everything to me. I take Jill's phone and snap a picture of Gabe and send it to Amy as a part of our plan.
‘Don’t think you have won, bitch! If I can’t have him, then neither can you.’ I texted. I send it and quickly close her messaging app. I slip the phone in her other pocket and look at Gabe one more time.
“Do you regret your sins?” I asked. He looks at me with tears rolling down his face and blood dripping all over the floor.
“Ye…yes,” he whispered.
“Good…make sure you tell the devil that and maybe he will send you to heaven. Bye Gabe.” I replied with a smirk. I leave out of the door and make sure to slam it.
Bang! I couldn’t help but wonder where he got shot. So, I wait for Jill to run out scared. I hide in a nearby bush as Jill runs out. I peek through the crack of the door and saw Gabe’s head was completely blown off.
“Damn, that was one powerful gun.” I mumbled. Ding! I looked at my phone and saw Amy’s check had cleared. It was up to her to call the police and with all the evidence she has, Jill will be going away for a long time. I got into my van and decided to book a flight out of the country to Jamaica. It is still Valentine’s Day and every woman deserves to be treated with gifts, even me.
Happy Valentine’s Day, ladies.
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