The November Order

💎 XIII : Ribbon

The single light bulb of the room shined on the naked man tied to the bed, he was glistening with sweat. A woman walked out of the bathroom with her hair tied in a towel and another tied at her chest.

"Sorry I took too long, I had to wash up all your sweat and mine off," she dropped the towels and walked to her clothes on the sofa, "I thought I'd give you a good look since you didn't get a chance to have a taste." She winked at him as she strapped her bra.

"Bebe, please don't do this, I can pay, I beg you, please don't do this to me." He pleaded as she chuckled as she walked to the window

"I'd love to tell you that I have no moral compass," she giggled as she stared at the evening sky, "but I sadly do, kinda makes me more reasonable to hate. I'm not a mindless killing machine," she took a knife out of her pocket balanced it sideways on her index, "the word assassin is quite a strong word sometimes but I'm not going to ask you to use a different word."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"No reason in particular, I'd love to say it would ease my guilt but I'm actually quite happy in killing you," she threw the knife straight into his lap. He screamed flailing around in his bindings, "see you on hell sir," she smiled as she pulled out a gun and fastened the muffler to it. She climbed on top him and sat on his crotch. She placed the gun to his forehead and fired, "one," she placed the gun on his chest, "two," she stood up and walked to the bottom of the bed and pointed it to his privates, "three."

She sighed and walked out of the room, she pressed the button on her radio, "target has been taken care of." She could imagine his face smiling, it would be one of his cold smile. He hardly ever smiled to his eyes recently, even the awkward ones were gone.

"There's a car waiting for you in the next street, I'm waiting for you." The line went dead. She forced herself up, she wondered which was better, his emotionless voice or the static distorted ones that came through the phones.

She took a last look at the tied up mobster and grinned, she had restrained herself to just a thigh stab and gunshot. He wasn't as messed up like the last guy. She was getting better at this mercy thing.

She slipped out of a window and quietly made her way down. From the second floor. She weaved through the darkness of the compound and finally slipped through the gate. She wondered how long it would take for them to realize that the groans weren't his piggish sexual grunts but actually a symphony of death, like one of those classical sounds that Yomi loved listening to.

She walked to the along the poorly lit streets, as bad as the situation was in the country, it made for quite the easy getaway.

She walked to the blacked out SUV and opened the door.

"Hello Aisha, how are you?" He smiled.

She grinned and made an exaggerated bow, "oh great and important his holiness the Pope." She replied in a singsong.

He frowned, "how many times do I have to tell you to stop that?" She smirked and he rolled his eyes, "Fine, how are you big sis?"

"I'm doing good, you know it's been a while since I did a run like this." She said as she sat and stretched on the car seat. The car began moving.

"Well don't get used to it," he chuckled, "I'm only letting you off your compulsory retirement because of mom."

"Well I guess I can relapse a little for something like this," she grinned, "so you're becoming more approachable these days, is it that new girl you recommend?"

"Why would you think that?" He chuckled.

"The last time you were this bubbly was when you met the chick from the movers family," she wiggled her eyebrows, "and you know the tradition, you can only marry someone who knows the business."