Don't call me Angel- Completed

One

This place is a lot busier than it should be. I recognise a lot of these faces. I hope they don't recognise me. I'm sure it's fine. None of them are looking at my face anyway. 

Finish the wine, you're getting tipsy and you're here all by your lonesome. Sad little Ana. Stood up by yet another guy. Drowning your sorrow in another glass of wine. Maybe we should switch to a  red this time. Men love a woman drinking red wine. Something about the way it sits on your lips. I don't tend to listen when they try to flirt.  

I put the now empty glass down on the bar, staring at the glass. 

"Anything else I can get you miss?" 

"Can I get a red. Don't care which, they all taste the same." I shrugged and the bartender nodded, taking away the empty glass, coming back with an empty one, filling the glass from a freshly opened bottle. "Thanks." 

I turned back around, taking a sip of the wine before deciding it was time to get to work. I wanted a quiet night once this was done. 

"Hey, um." I turned to the bartender who was stood behind me. "That guy in the suit with all the tall guys around him. What's he drinking?" I knew what he was drinking. I'm not stupid. I know his drinks.  I looked down at the glass, swirling in the powder so it wasn't noticeable. Not in the deep burgundy and this light. I'd never do this outside, or in daylight. 

"I think scotch. Why?" 

"Can you send this over to him." I put the glass down, turning the red lipstick imprinted on it to him. "Tell him I said to drink it all then come find me." The bartender looked at me, like he was trying to find a reason for my request. "He looks like he needs a little sweetness today, hence the wine." 

"But you just drunk from it. I can get him a new-" 

"No. Send him this." I pushed the glass towards him. "Make sure the lipstick faces him as you set it down too." I handed him a $50 for the trouble and suddenly, not a single question. He took the glass immediately and I sat back, watching him deliver my gift. I slowly slid onto the stool behind me, watching the old man's eyes stare at the lipstick mark as the bartender walked away. Then steadily his eyes came to me. 

A soft smile spread over my lips as I turned the stool around to the bar. I could still see him in my peripheral. The slight blush on his cheeks he was telling his friends was the heat. But he drunk every drop. Good boy. Do as you're told. I collected my things, standing up, purse in hand and walking towards the door. 

This stuff was quick acting. 'Make it look like a heart attack'. That had been their specific request. 'No mess. Nice and simple. Can you handle that?' Can I handle that? Who did they think I was? A Bonetti. I don't think so. 

"Where do you think you're going?" His words were slurring already. I loved that stuff. I was stood outside the bar, his hand gripping mine and pulling me closer to him. 

This little side street was completely empty. No cameras. I'd scouted that out before hand. 

"Did you like the wine?" I smiled, tilting my head innocently. "It didn't look like you're kind of thing but I thought you might like it if you tried it." 

"It was sweet. Do you taste the same?" He smirked, staring at my lips. "So you're place or mine?" 

"Oh honey." I smiled, running my tongue over my bottom teeth. "You won't even make it to the end of the street." He narrowed his eyes. "Are you getting hot? You look like you're turning a little red. Yeah the poison does that." I ran my fingers up his bloated stomach, slowly. "Right about now, you feel like you're hearts pounding, you're thinking it's me." I giggled, pushing back off him and putting some space between us. 

He was on his knees in seconds and I bent down, planting a quick kiss on his lips. 

"The Deville's say rest in peace." His eyes grew dark at the mention of their names. I quickly walked back to the bar door, pushing it open in a panic. "HELP. SOMEONE HELP, I THINK HE'S HAVING A HEARTATTACK." His friends pushed past me at the door. It was too late. He was already dead. No coming back from that. 

"What happened?" One of his men grabbed my arms as I forced a few tears out of my eyes. 

"I-I j-just kissed him a-and he said his arm hurt and grabbed his heart and then fell to the floor." He dropped me and I was suddenly in the middle of a crowd, able to walk away with no more attention. 

I sat down in my car, parked at end of the next street. I could have parked closer but the noise would have drawn attention to me leaving. And me leaving right in the middle of the chaos would look suspicious. I wiped my lipstick off in the mirror, making sure there was no trace of his lips on mine. Not really his lips, more like the wine. 

Pulling the phone from my bag as I did, dialing the number and letting it ring.

"Hello?" 

"It's done." 

"Good. No mess?" 

"That's what you asked for isn't it? Heart attack victim. No coming back though."

"How'd you do it this time Maddy?" 

"I'm not giving my secrets away. You ask for the kill, not the details."

"Fine, but you're sure they won't know?" 

"He was dead and any trace of what happened will be gone in 10 minutes when he pisses himself. Don't worry about it." 

"Fine. I'll be in touch when I need you again." 

The line went dead as I slammed the car mirror shut. 

Not bad. A full days work all finished in 20 minutes. I didn't feel like going home just yet. Good job I brought a change of clothes huh?