Butterfly

01

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Monday morning. I open my eyes and stare at the black ceiling of my room. I look at my phone and see the Messages from Carlo for a job that came in over the night.

Morning Louis,
Here are some pictures of your new case. 55-year-old CEO of Ceraleo Peter Jack. In the last document, you can find his work schedules and calendar with all his meetings and events. He had a heart attack a few years ago so wolfsbane could be a good idea but I'm not telling you how to do your job. You have two weeks to finish the job. Text me when it's done. Have a good one mate.

He sighs. What a good start in a week like this...a CEO? Louis loves those, they are so hard to eliminate because everyone wants something from them all the time. And if they're not at work, most of the time there is a clingy wife or daughter who wants something super important. But two weeks should be enough and if not he'll just keep trying.

Wolfsbane seems like a good idea given his history with it. No one would suspect anything. It's the perfect plan and it shouldn't take longer than the deadline.
Pun intended.

I crawl out from under my black soft blanket and swing my legs out of bed. The heavy curtains hang low on the rack and I pull them aside. My boxers hang low on my hips as I walk into the bathroom.

Thinking about the CEO and when to kill him I step into the shower and turn the warm water on. The water pelts down on my body and I try to get the sleep out of my eyes. The quiet Radio plays a song I don't know and I try to think about a million reasons why I should stay in bed and sleep in today. But I wouldn't change my job for sitting in a boring office all day and being bossed around all the time. I am my Boss besides Carlo, but he is equal with me, he just gets the cases in and I Kill the people, like the good hitman I am. I much preferer it the way it is and not having a boss but that's just me, some like to be bossed around.

A loud noise is coming from my Kitchen as I turn off the shower and step out. Quickly I wrap a towel around my waist and pull out the Gun hidden under my Sink. In my business field, it is helpful to have one in every room. Even the Bathroom. A smart person wouldn't mess with a hitman unless they didn't know but I guess it's their loss, not mine. Carefully I step out of the bathroom and hide behind the corner right before the Kitchen. I count in my head to 3 and step-around.

"Hands where I can see them-" Louis shouts as he points his Desert Eagle at the Man standing at his stove.

"Goddammit, don't scare me like that Louis," the Man with caramel brown hair and brown eyes says out of breath with his hands to his heart.

"Well, you should've thought about that before letting the Kettle fall in a Hitman's Kitchen you know?" Louis says and puts the Gun down.

"Right, nearly forgot about that Mr. Kill-the-bad-ones. So next time I'm trying to get some water I'll just put a Note on your night drawer saying "Don't kill me I'm in the Kitchen" how does that sound?" he scowls and turns to pick up the Kettle.

"Sounds good to me. I'm sorry I just thought you were gone and normally when someone is in my apartment they try to kill me and fail so count yourself lucky that you're still under the living kind" Louis answers while putting the Gun back under the sink. He tries to remember what his name was but it won't come to his mind and asking would be weird at this point. So he hopes that he wouldn't need it any time soon because clearly he doesn't knows his name.