THE DEVIL IS A WOMAN

set in darkness

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," the man purrs. His left hand is wrapped around a glass of whiskey, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. His slicked back hair reaches just past his ears. His navy blue striped suit has gold accents. His cologne is strong in the worst way. 

You smile bashfully at the compliment, but inside you want to barf. You gave him some basic fake name, but you could have told him your name was Cruella and he would have said some cliché shit like that. 

"So, what is a handsome man like you doing alone on a Friday night?" You flirt. You know exactly what he's doing here. You've been watching him for weeks. You tuck a piece of your long, platinum wig behind your ear and bat your long lashes at him. Your surveillance taught you that he likes submissive blondes. The red silk dress hugs your curves tightly; his favorite color on a woman. 

"Waiting for someone like you to brighten up my day," he replies. On cue, you look away, giving a shy smile as you force a small blush onto my face. You've gotten pretty good at doing in on command. "You flatter me, Mr..." you trail off and bite your lip. "You don't know who I am?" He raises an eyebrow in amusement. Of course you do. You know everything about him. 

You shake your head in embarrassment and nervously tug at the hem of your dress. You meet his eyes and say quietly, "I'd like to." His lips curl into a devious smile. You have him hooked, viewing you as another sweetheart that he can turn into a blubbering mess. He stands up and grasps your hand, pulling on you slightly. Your red heels click against the pavement as he leads you outside to his car, a sleek black Ferrari. Flaunting his money openly as if he doesn't owe millions to the wrong people. He opens the door for you to sit in the passenger side and he jogs over to the driver's side. He pulls out of the parking lot and takes off down the road. He rests a hand on your thigh as he drives. 

You begin to move your hips slightly, causing his hand to inch up. You begin kissing his neck as he tries to focus on the road. You're approaching the big bridge over the bay. "What are you doing?" He breathes out. 

"I don't want to wait," you purr into his ear. Your hand rests on his thigh now, making its way closer to his growing erection. He pulls over onto the side of the bridge and puts in in park. He pulls you into his lap and kisses your neck hungrily. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes - so predictable. His hands roam over your hips. He doesn't even notice as your dress rides up and reveals the dagger attached to your thigh. Your fingers grasp around the metal handle and press it against his neck. He freezes and looks up with wide eyes. 

"What-" he begins. 

"Guess," you smile. This was always your favorite part. 

"I-I... don't know. W-why..." he stutters. You roll your eyes. Another big bad gangster turning into a fucking pussy underneath you. "Taiju sends his regards," you sigh. The blade slices deeply across the man's throat, splattering some blood onto your face. You crawl out of the man's lap and put the car in drive. You get out and walk onto the driver's side, forcing the dead man's leg to press on the gas pedal as you steer it towards the edge of the bridge. At this late hour, there's not a single soul on the roads. The car plummets into the water below. You smile at your victory. 

You pull out your phone to text Yuzuha, Tell the client that it's done. She handles all relations between the people that hire you so that they never hear your voice or see your face. You trust her with your life; one of the three people in the entire world that know your real name... Y/n L/n. 

A black SUV with tinted windows pulls up behind you. Right on time. You quickly wipe away the blood from your face. You climb into the passenger seat and kiss the cheek of the driver, causing him to blush slightly. "You're a lifesaver, Kaz," you smile. You remove your heels and take off the blonde wig, revealing your beautiful natural hair.