VALERIE

Ninety One

"We need to talk." Marco blurted out once Nick walked in the front door.

"Can't." Nick briefly replied making his way to the kitchen to grab his pack of Marlboro cigarettes.

Marco shook his head and jumped up from the sofa, "Right now Nick, we are in deep with Giovanni and the Mafia again-"

Nick shook his head, "I need your help."

Marco furrowed both of his brows together, "Are you not hearing me? The mafia-"

"I need you to dispose of a body." Nick interjected as he placed a cigarette between his lips.

Surprised Marco frowned and cleared his throat, "What did you do?"

Nick cocked his head to the side before bringing his lighter up to the end of the cancerous stick, "It's not what I did, it's what I'm going to do."

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Johnny who stood outside Valerie's front door was shocked when she opened the door with a wide smile, "You called?" He asked as she silently grabbed his arm and pulled him into her house.

He looked at her strange attire. Valerie was dressed in a small white flared dress with a pair of laced holographic platform boots that made her taller than she really was.

Johnny laughed as she pranced around him, with his hand holding hers while she led him to her living room.

Which was peculiar considering the fact that Valerie's living room was empty all but a sofa, and it was all completely covered in plastic wrap. Even the walls and floors were covered in the plastic.

"What's going on?" He asked with a large smile, to which Valerie laughed but stayed silent.

"Come on." He urged her as she dropped him down onto the couch behind him.

The quiet Valerie ran her hands through Johnny's hair, putting his hands on her waist while she sat on him Johnny frowned, "Won't your boyfriend be angry?" He asked in a mocking tone.

Valerie chuckled and lowered herself towards his ear, her lips lightly grazed them sending chills down his body in arousal, but it all died down soon enough when she snickered.

"You're dead." She whispered into his ear before beginning to laugh crazily.

Confused and somewhat scared Johnny looked at her, "Huh?" He asked only to then suddenly feel a strong and firm hand grope onto his shoulder.

Johnny looked at the hand and felt his stomach drop when he saw the tattoos, Valerie getting off Johnny smirked at him, "Just let it happen." She declared mockingly.

Springing up Johnny turned around to see Nick standing there while he put on tight gloves. With his mouth becoming dry and his skin becoming pale Johnny began to hyperventilate when he realized what was happening.

Valerie lured him in with her call from a burner phone. The plastic in the living room was for easy cleanup. Johnny was facing his death. And his death came in the form of his best-friend.

He crumpled onto the ground and began to cry, "I'm sorry." He bleated out with his sweat and mucus combining into one, "Nick." He cried out in utter despair.

Falling onto the floor to cry, his vision was blurred, suddenly he felt himself being lifted and shoved against one of the walls.