Speak For Me

Circumstances

*Unknown POV*

"Do you see her?"

"Yeah, I see her." My voice is deep as I run a hand along my hair, making sure the gel is still doing it's job to keep my hair out of my face. I need full concentration on this mission, and I can't have my hair in my face to do that.

"Who's she with? Where is she?" I roll my eyes, kicking around the overgrown grass with my expensive dress shoes.

"We're at the park, she's with her daughter." My eyes quickly bounce from my black, form fitting dress pants, to the woman I had ordered people to find. "Tell me about her."

I watch from the corner of my eye, the heavily pregnant woman, talk with her daughter. I'm far enough away that I can't hear what they're saying, but close enough to react if they make any fast moves.

"Cassidy Besson, wife of- Didn't you fucking read the file? I'm not rereading this shit for you, you're not in kindergarten." Banks screeches through the phone, probably wanting to kill me, but he knows I have no problem killing him first.

"Well Banks, in your fucking file, no where stated that she's fucking nine months pregnant!" My voice growls, I'm known as a heartless killer, and I'm always willing to kill anyone, except a pregnant woman. Personal reasons.

"We don't want her dead, boss, just bring her back to the house, I'll take care of it."

"You're not fucking touching her."

With that, I hang up. He won't touch Cassidy, he'll try, I have no doubts that he'll try, but we need her, having her with us will bring her husband to her, right into our trap.

I watch the woman as she's bent down, with her face down, looking at the brick path she stands on. Her shoulders shake as if she's crying, but I can't tell for sure. I'm sure I'll give her something to cry about.

Placing my cellphone in to the deep pocket of my dress pants, I begin stalking my way over to the woman and small child. My eyes bounce around the park, making sure no one is in close enough sight to make out what I'm doing.

My left hand reaches into the back of my coat, pulling out my favourite handgun, it's cold to the touch, and it hasn't been used in far too long. My last kill, just over 48 hours ago.

As I take a step closer, a branch beneath my black leather shoe breaks. I watch the woman before me flinch, clasping on to her daughter tighter, so I know now is my time to do this.

Clearing my throat, so she knows of my presence, I don't want to cause her to scream just yet. Placing the barrel of my gun, just slightly on to the back of her head, just enough for her to feel it, I take the safety off. Her body seems to stop shaking once she realizes what's going on.

This lets me know, she's a Besson. Once the gun is placed to her head, she no longer seems scared. She's probably been around thousands of guns, drugs and gangs, I have no doubt that she's used to this.

"Where's your husband, beautiful?" My deep voice rolls through the air as she stands up right.

Her short black hair blows through the wind, along with her woven grey sweater. She slowly turns around to face me, and I fight to keep my gun steady in my hand.

Her bright green eyes sparkle in the dull sunlight, and her bright smile sends a chill down my spine. The smile is fake, but it could make any man weak in the knees. She's a gorgeous woman, drop dead gorgeous, her face almost seems perfectly symmetrical, and her slightly round glasses fit her face perfectly.

Her body glows, at what seems like, nine months pregnant. She's wearing a tight black shirt, that shows off her belly, and full set of breasts perfectly. Her black tights show off her long toned legs, and plump ass, to the tee.