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Belladonna POV
"Please, please, I-I" the sobbing man zipped tied to the chair, snot running down his nose "I didn't know! I didn't-" He pleads.
One of my trusted men brings out a chair for me to sit on.
"You didn't know? of what exactly?" I say. I slip off my pointed-toe black heels and into black tennis shoes "You didn't know she was married or you didn't know you would get caught." My face gives nothing away of what is to come.
Lance the man who is currently sobbing in the chair did a brave thing by sleeping with a married woman while on the job but not just any woman. No. He slept with Judge Glen's wife as in the Judge who keeps the feds off my back and makes sure my name and business are never in the same sentence as investigation.
It took me years to finally have a Judge in my back pocket, the affair that he was having with his assistant and that same assistant's sister was the perfect leverage I needed but now if the wife slept with my employee then that means she knows about the affair and if she knows then I can forget about the only leverage I have.
"Lance Garfield, 42, recently divorced, no children, has a gambling problem, started working for me two months ago" I start reciting his employee file that's burned into my memory.
"Your finances are a joke. Just because you're making more money doesn't mean you spend it all at once. You were an only child, Mom is still alive and Dad ran off when you were" I pretend to think when I already knew the answer "8 right"
One eye is swollen shut and the other is about to fall out of its socket. He nods
I stand up getting directly in front of his face "Do you know why I'm saying all this Lance?"
He shakes his head.
"I make it a point to know things about a person's life I'm going to take."
That's when I see it whatever hope he had of walking out of here alive disappears, and his body sags into the chair accepting his fate.
I hold out my hand to the man standing on my left, Armando. He puts a pair of pink disposable gloves in my hand once the gloves are on, a pistol along with a silencer is handed to me. I screw on the silencer there's no reason for it, this room and all the others in the building are soundproof. I'm dragging out his end and he knows it. Without missing a beat I shot Lance Garfield right between the eyes.
The room is silent, the only two men who are with me know better than to talk while I'm taking a mental picture of a lifeless Lance. Minutes go by before I hand the gun back. "D, send confirmation to the Judge. Armando, you're with me." I command.
Daniel 'D' who's the second man I trust. He walks over to the many aprons hanging on the hooks. He pulls the only one with a design of a giant skull on fire on the front. Once it's on he claps his hands "Now for my favorite part." He says. He goes to Lance cuts his zip ties, picks him up, and throws him over his shoulder like he doesn't weigh anything. He heads towards the door in the back of the room, walks in, and kicks the door shut behind him.
