Black Widow

30.

I am literally going in blind here. Most of the time, I studied these cases for weeks, but now, I scanned over the files with a quick glance.

"I turned off the security cameras and alarms, you can go in" Shirley said through my ear piece.

I walked to the back door, took a bobby-pin out of my hair and used it to lockpick the door.

I could do it in 10 seconds, but it took longer now.

I sighed relieved when I heard a click. I opened the door, slowly walking inside. It was dark, he obviously wasn't home.

So all I had to do was wait. Patiently wait until he got home. Could be an hour, could be two. I had actually no idea.

"I am in" I whispered.

"Okay good" Shirley said. "I tracked him, he's out eating with some friends, I will inform you when he leaves"

I sighed a little as I sat down on a chair. I wish I could've cuddled up to Lando tonight, wish I spend my night differently.

I couldn't believe I would rather spend time with a guy instead of killing fuckers.
But here I was.

I was only here for Shirley to be honest.

So I waited and waited and waited.

"He's coming, should be there in 10 minutes" Shirley said after what felt like hours.

"Finally" I scoffed.

"Kill him Bon, please kill him" she said softly.

"Yeah that's why I am here" I grumbled. "Good luck" she said as she cut the line.

After 10 minutes, the front door opened and he walked in.

For the first time, I didn't sedate him, I immediately put my knife in his throat, killing him instantly.

I didn't have valium here and if I was honest, I just wanted a quick kill for once.

I wanted to go back to Lando as soon as possible.

I already created my web while I was waiting, I dragged his dead body to a chair and tied him down.

Which wasn't really necessary anymore because he was already dead but it was something I always did so yeah.

Another thing I always did was cut their dicks off, so that's what I did now too.

I did it to torture them, did it before I killed them.

Until now that was.

The only thing left to do was clean this mess up, so that's what I did.

Until I noticed something laying on his couch.

It was a notebook, or something like that. I looked at it, it was kinda like my notebook.

I opened it, flipped a few pages. It were his victims. He actually made a notebook where he took pictures of all the children he abused.

Sick fuck.

He had it laying on his couch, as if it was something he was proud of.

But then again, my notebook was laying for everyone to see as well. If they ever killed me, they would find it pretty soon as well.

And then my heart stopped when I flipped another page.

Shirley. It was a picture of Shirley.

He abused Shirley when she was a child. That's why she wanted him dead so badly.

She waited to give me this case, she wanted to be sure I could do this.

She wanted to be sure I would be able to kill him.

I grabbed the notebook, tore the pages out of it and let them fall on and next to his body.

Except for one page, Shirley's page.

The police definitely couldn't find that page, they were already suspicious of her. So I put that page in my bra.

I was almost done cleaning when I heard police sirens in the distance.

Fuck, how did they know I was here?

I grabbed a few things, took one quick look and rushed outside.

I actually regretted walking here. I didn't have a car in England and a cab was way too dangerous, so I decided to walk.

But I couldn't outrun the cops and if they saw me here, it would raise suspicion.

They would obviously know it was me.

As the sirens got closer and closer, I realized that this might be over for me.

This was the last kill I was gonna do.

Until a car stopped in front of me, rolled his window down and looked me straight in the eyes. "Get in pretty girl"