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Plesurable Tactics ∘ 2

//: Fergus on the side.

Fergus rolled off of me, and I put my hair in a messy bun, as I tried to steady out my breathing. We both just kind of laid there in silence, until he finally got up to walk to my bathroom and freshen up.

Of course, Fergus and I fooled around every now and then. A girl can't go that long without some pleasure, and Fergus is the only person I trust enough to "handle me" in that way, and the only one I know that can't get emotionally attached, even if he wanted to. Everything outside of this room was strictly business for us, an unspoken truth. I have no time to distract myself with petty boy drama, and Fergus, was definitely all man.

I laid in the bed a little while longer, before deciding to throw on some clothes, since I was getting hungry. I walked down the steps towards the kitchen, seeing Fergus sitting on the couch, typing away on a laptop. I quickly fixed myself a bowl of cereal, then sat down next to where he was.

"Find anything new?" I asked.

"Him and that bitch are supposed to be going out to dinner tonight, I think." He growled out, typing faster out of aggravation.

I chuckled a little at his frustration. Fergus was always so grumpy when he talked about his wife. Fergus did have a "family" believe it or not, if you could even call it that. Him and his "happy go lucky" barbie doll wife seemed to live the perfect life, but behind the scenes she had been cheating on him the whole time they were together with a variety of men, and he hated her with a passion. We had been spying on her and her little boyfriend for the past couple weeks, since Fergus wanted to find a way get rid of both of them.

"Where at?"

"Some high end place in Calabasses." He shook his head. "Oh Jared, you know how I love the finer things in life!" He mocked her voice reading out the messages that were sent between the two.

I laughed. "That's what happens when you marry a bitch named Cinnamon. "

He scoffed. "Your name doesn't determine whether or not you're a hoe. She's just a hoe. "

"A hoe named Cinnamon! C'mon don't act like you don't see the connection. "

He finally cracked a smile, something I had to get him to do at least once today or else he'd be in one of his 'marriage moods' all morning and that messed up our business.

"So are we watching or killing them tonight?"

"Watching. We'll give them 2 more days to live their fairytale life, and then we'll end them. You're going to have to start taking notes on this Jared character, 'cause it's your job to bring him back to the warehouse. "

"Ok, but how are you getting Cinnamon down there? You guys can't even have a conversation without lashing out. "

"By force." He shrugged. "Either way they're both going down in two days. No more games. " He said through gritted teeth, as if envisioning his wife's demise.

We always planned out each of our victims death before anything, we had no room for error. If we got caught, (which we never did), we could be going to jail for a long time, and I don't have the patience to deal with no police.

"Get ready. They're leaving in 2 hours. "

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I sat across from Fergus in the booth of the restaurant, watching and listening to his wife, Cinnamon, and Jared from afar. Before anyone arrived we had installed small listening devices that could pick up any sound that came from their table. We were dressed in "old people clothes", basically. Fergus had on an old-timey black suit, with a dark hat low enough to cover his eyes, and I had on a sheet that was more of a table cloth than a dress; with floral blue print and a old church hat. The idea was for us to be wearing clothes that we would never normally wear, to make us as unrecognizable as possible.