Imagine That (Woody McClain Chronicles)

Assassin (Finale)

Excuse any typos. I'll have to edit soon.

"Got this big ass house, I know ya'll got money. You should've hired a housekeeper. I would've made her ass clean this up...damn nope, never mind cause I would've had to kill her then clean up anyway." She shook her head as she somewhat spoke to herself and the dead body that was wrapped in a black tarp.

She had cleared the kitchen of her fingerprints and any evidence of a murder as well as cut the power in the house. She only had to dispose of Gabrielle but she couldn't do that until night fell. She had to avoid curious eyes. She sat the body up by the back door and made her way through the rest of the house.

She scoffed at how put together the house was; not a trace of his old life, that she could see. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was a stand-up guy; a real family man...but she did know better.

She stood in the mirror of the master bathroom attached to their bedroom, smoothing her edges up into her sleek bun on top of her head. She checked the time on the small, digital clock setting on the vanity. 7:05.

He's lat-

She smirked and her heart skipped a beat hearing a door open and slam, followed by his deep voice.

"Baby! I'm home! Where you at?" He called through the house. She could hear his faint footsteps as they stepped on to the hardwood kitchen floors. Silence.

"5,4,3,2...." She counted to herself.

"NOOOOO! GABBY, BABY NO!" He screamed in anguish. She pretended to cry in the mirror before smiling and fixing her eyeliner.

Finally...

She sauntered out of the room and down the stairs, standing at the bottom. She could see him on his knees, wallowing. She stifled a laugh before walking into the dark kitchen. The sound of her heels on the floor halted his sobs but he didn't move from his spot. His body stiffened as he straightened his back.

"Ariel." He said expectantly and cleared his throat. His saying her name made her feel some type of way. It was as if he hadn't even been grieving his girlfriend moments prior.

Heartless. Always was, always will be.

"Ariel, please." He spoke softly with his back still facing her. Her eyes raised in curiosity then furrowed.

Fuck you. She walked closer to him, hand on her waistband where her knife resided.

"Black. Mamba." She seethed through clenched teeth. She didn't expect her voice to shake as much as it did. She stepped back as he moved to stand to his feet. His tall frame towered over hers and as deadly as she was, a small amount of fear coursed through her. He still intimidated her after all these years but she wouldn't dare let that stop her from getting her revenge. She stared up at his back feeling a wave of anger.

His hands raised in surrender as he spoke. "That's not me anymore. I did a horrible thing to you...and I'm sorry." She stared skeptically for a few seconds.

"Sorry?" She laughed bitterly.

"SORRY?!" She screamed. She punched him in the back of the head, bringing him to his knees again. He wasn't down for long. He sluggishly stood to his feet again and slowly rolled his head and shook off the dizziness.

"I deserved that." He said matter-of-factly. She squinted her eyes, irritated that he hadn't come at her yet. She wanted a fight. She had to fight him so when she finally killed him, she'd know it's because she was better not because he was some reformed, newly saved, average Joe who was accepting his fate.