The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 5 Approaching victim Mistress

"Liv," Klaus said through the earpiece. "We got him,"

I rock my legs on the table watching live footage of Leona Keller on Huntington Beach. She was wearing a blue bikini with a Frizzy summer shrug that I recognized quite humorlessly. I hummed at Klaus asking him to continue while I watched her sunbathe herself like she wasn't going to die in the next seven hours. 

Leona Juillete Keller. Who knew the Juillete my stepfather was banging was her? The famous mistress who lasted longer than other sexual affairs of Benedict Kinclaid. One whole month. Thirty days.

I was saving her for last but turns out Mistress Keller did more than sex with my lovely stepfather. Like for that shrug. It belonged to my mom. An itch ran to my blood when I saw her flaunt it to the wind. 

"Get me the Papprazi pictures of Leona Keller from October to November 2016," I ask Klaus. 

Several seconds later, he sent me a folder that contained all the pictures of Leona from that one month that she dated Benedict. I opened the folder and as expected, she wore my mother's clothes most of the time. From the baby blue jeans to the turtleneck, Leona wore my mother's wardrobe to impress Benedict. 

A rage of anger sweeps past turning everything red in front of me. I know Benedict is a son of a bitch but I cannot believe he let Leona trade my mom's love by pretending to be her. Touching with her filthy hands, dirtying my mom's legacy of creating her own clothes. 

My mother was a fashion designer. Before the tragedy of my father's death and her marrying Benedict, she pursued her career in designing clothes. Her boutique, Nora' Glamour is still running in the state by her trusted staff that she hired back when she was alive. I look after the boutique once every month. 

Even in the store, I feel my mother's presence. How she created those dresses and pants, her efforts, her delicate fingers threading the material for people to wear and here, a mistress of hers is walking in the street pretending to be her. 

I can't waste another minute of her flaunting my mom's shrug like that. What I wanted to execute at night, I am going to do in two hours. 

"Two hours Klaus," I tell him as I put my feet down. 

"Liv," he said in concern. I know what he's going to say. The sun is still out and we're in a populated beach in California. Assassinating someone, not forgetting the gruesome torture I put them under needs silence of the night. Dark path that will detain all the distractions but if I stay behind the screen another minute, I know I might shoot a bullet in Leona in front of everyone and then play it slick. 

I am burning with rage and each passing second is fueling my blood more. I need her now. 

"Just do it," I ordered, "Find out where she is staying in half an hour and lure her there. Buzz me when you get the information. I'll be out on the road,"

I quickly hop out of the chair, thanking myself for taking an early flight yesterday from Seattle to California. Luther might be living some extra few hours because of Leona but hands down when I am done with her, he'll be my very next target. 

For the next hour, I follow the routine that I do before going out hunting. Gearing up my tools, sharpening my knives and blades, and carrying alcohol sprays because I am careful. I know the risk of getting caught in this kind of work and I prefer to kill everyone before surrendering than get caught midway to my revenge. 

I put all the necessary tools I need inside my leather jacket. The same one my mom sewed for me. I still remember that day, nine years back when Mom told me she would sew me a jacket full of pockets because the jeans I bought with her had none. I got so angry that I had no place to keep my little pink Barbie phone. 

She made this jacket, a bit oversize then but perfect now. Hugs me with her love and a reminder of what she had to go through because of me. I zip the front and put on my leg and thigh strap before filling them with blades and a silencer. 

I stand in front of the mirror, a deathly smile lingering near my lips as I imagine the smell of copper that'll greet my nose very soon. I took the bike keys from the drawer and went out. 

It didn't take me much to cross the highway and reach the private lake where Leona was staying. Klaus pinged me her address forty minutes ago which helped me cover the route in much less time. It was close to sunset but it's still bright out. 

I hide my bike somewhere safe and dark, away from the sight of people before walking to her cabin. According to the intel that Klaus sent me, Leona is here with her husband. 

I had taken a camouflage in a nearby tree, spying on them with my binoculars. Any minute now, her husband will lose consciousness and will die for three hours. Just like Marshal's wife. The drug I give them is very strong. One extra shot and the person can actually die but I don't harm anyone other than the people on my list. So when her husband takes a sip of his coke by the lake, I turn my timer on. 

Ten seconds and Thud. 

He falls to the ground. I waited another ten seconds to let the gravity of the drug hit him before jumping down the tree and entering the cabin.