The Killers Freedom

Chapter Six: Make Myself Invisible

"Come, Iris, make yourself comfortable please."

Upon entering the living room area I could see Jaxson had already poured himself a drink and had a bottle of champagne sitting on ice. He was unbuttoning his jacket as I made my way over to him and I caught him eyeing me up and down. The hunter is about to become the prey.

I slid one shoulder off of my dress slowly, exposing a little bit more of my chest. His head snapped in my direction, eyes narrowed in, licking his lips. He slowly made his way over to me touching my exposed skin, rubbing along my collar bone with his thumb. "The beauty doesn't play around I see," he continues to run his hands along the length of my arms.

"I'd like to see the bedroom," I tease stepping out of his touch and begin walking over to the big door that was across from the bathroom I had just exited. His eyes lit up like fireworks and he quickly rushed us into the room closing the door with force behind him. He took off his shirt and stood in front of me with a devilish look on his face, knowing that any moment now he will have my legs wrapped around his waist.

Times up, Jaxson.

I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered, "open your mouth, I want you to taste me," and like an obedient puppy he did as he was told. He opened his mouth and I slid my thumb along his lips then ran my pointer finger down his tongue letting him close his mouth on my finger sucking down the taste of it. He kept eye contact with me the entire time. It was turning him on but little did he know he just ingested one of best and fast acting poisons I've ever had the pleasure of using.

"I can't wait to..." he spoke before dropping dead at my feet. The coldness washed over his face like I was Medusa and he had just turned to stone. And just like that, I had killed Jaxson Demenar. Now for my least favorite part, securing the package.

I ran into the living room, snatched up my phone and texted the location to Stryker and his men then grabbed my handbag which contained a knife, gloves and a plastic bag. Quickly running back to the dead man laying half naked in the room I put the gloves on and took his watch off and placed it in the bag and began to cut off his left ring finger.

I had everything bagged and got the confirmation the men were on their way and my driver was outside waiting for me. I used the sink to scrub my hands of the liquid that just dropped this man dead, pulling off my other heel exposing the soap I use to cleanse myself of this shit. I have never questioned Stryker on where this liquid came from, nor do I care enough because as long as it gets the job done quickly and effectively I will keep using it.

The elevator ride down was peaceful seeing I was the only one the entire ride. I passed Strykers guys as I was exiting the building and sent them a nod acknowledging I see them. I didn't have Leo to drive me tonight because I am headed straight to the private jet and there is only one person who knows where that is. I hop inside the vehicle and glance up at the driver through the rear view mirror letting him know we needed to leave now.

We made it to the jet and my life right now is on fast forward so I rush up the stairs, greet the flight attendant with a smile and explain we need to leave in the next five minutes or it'll cost her and the pilot their lives. Not willing to take the risk she rushes to the pilot and within minutes we are taking off. I must have scared her more than intended because when she came up to me and offered me a drink and food she looked terrified. "I'm fine thank you, but I will need a change of clothes," pointing at the dress I was wearing.

"I am sorry ma'am but your clothes are already at Mr. Volkov's house. I was told you will be staying there for a few nights so Mr. Stryker told me to not prepare a bag for you. I do apologize if I was communicated to wrong. I can see if we have any clothing from the last trip you took." She was shaking and her words were coming out in stutters but I didn't care, what she just said made me want to punch her square in the face. My temper was getting the best of me right now.