Black Widow (H.S Fanfiction)

Black Widow

Estelle POV

Sitting across the table is a very attractive suitor that stares at me like I'm his world. His name is Steve Yields, a very rich man, and yet hated enough by someone to have someone kill him for money. Me. I was assigned this man about 8 months ago. It usually takes about 4 to 5 months to get the job done but this one was stubborn, something about how his ex wife cheated on him and it just ruined him or something I sorta zoned out. 

"I-I-I love you Bethany Weathers", he stumbles out. I grin and touch his hand from across the table. "Lets get out of here, okay?", I say. Steve quickly nods, grabbing his jacket. 

As soon we get into his very expensive house, I quickly meet his lips with mine before he has a chance to protest. Gripping my thighs, he turns me against the wall and kisses down my neck. His hands forcefully slides up my thighs and meets my underwear. I push his hand back down, "Steve" I say between aggressive kisses. Pushing his hands from under my tight dress. He groans in the crook of my neck. He looks at me with dark eyes. "I'm ready", I whisper. He grins, grabs my hand to go upstairs. I give him a small smile. "THE WINE", I shout letting go of his grip. He turns while giving a pleading look. "I want this to be special, you go up and get ready, I'll get the wine." I say rushing down the stairs.

I enter the big kitchen with high ceilings and marble counter tops. Grabbing the wine and glasses, I pull out a pill and start to crush it, scrapping it into a glass and topping it off with a red liquid.

I walk  in the bedroom at the end of the hall, the room was big. Round bed topped off with dark gray comforters and black pillows. His jacket lays across the big chair in the corner along with his pants and shirt and his tie. Eager much? I say in my head. I meet his eyes from the doorway as he gestures for me to join him on the bed.

I hand him his glass while taking a seat. He immediately sets the glass down on the bedside table. I swallow my wine and give him hard eyes. He sighs and picks up his glass taking a small sip. "Steven," I plead. "I know you're eager, we have been waiting but can we take it a little slower?".

He laughs at my tone and gulps the rest of the liquid. "I'm tired of waiting", his eyes are dark as he takes my drink out of my hand setting it aside. He pushes me down and starts kissing down my body. I uncomfortably laugh and try to move his large hands off of me. His lips meet mine and I give in.

My hands in his dark hair and my lips kissing him hard. My legs are wrapped around his torso and my dress is pulled up to my belly button. His lips trail down, to my collarbone, then to me chest, then to my stomach, he looks at me and starts to pull down my underwear. "Come on" I whisper. He chuckles weakly. The smile quickly disappears and he starts feeling his naked chest. Gasping for air. 

I roll off the bed fixing my dress. "I'm sorry." I say. He gives me terrified look. I flinch and he collapses on the ground.

I grab my phone and dial a number.

"It's done."

There is a mischievous laugh on the end. "Good, Estella. Now come back, I have another assignment for you."

I cough out of shock, "Send a clean up crew and absolutely not. No."

"Sure and don't be silly. Hear me out."

"NO.", I say strictly. They usually have me wait a few months or at least one month. Recently they have had me on inside training for the new recruits. This was my first real assignment in the last year. After having a break in the past 4 years I had time to think. To really think about what I have done. I found a file a few weeks ago with the name, "Anthony Phillips" across the top. That was the first man I killed, when I was 16. When most kids would be getting ready for prom, I was learning how to strangle someone with a purse strap. Anyway, all the stuff that they told me this man did, "Rape and kill 2 of his assistants and then got out free because he's a rich man." They were all lies. He was innocent. Just a high paying buyer that didn't like him got to him first.