Lifestyle Fulfilled

Chapter 4

I sat on the foot of my bed holding my new found turquoise glock. I liked the way it fit into my small sized manicured hand. I glanced in the body length mirror. I stood up and got into a stance with one foot behind the other and aimed the gun at my reflection. I flicked my wrist backwards , as if imaginary bullets were whizzing through the barrel of the gun.

I already knew how to shoot and reload a gun. I have 3 brothers. What'd you expect?

Interrupting my thoughts, my newest cell phone started ringing. I walked over to the nightstand and grabbed up the phone.

Zayden appeared across the screen. I guess Dicey took the time to put Zay's number in my phone and vice versa. I slid my finger across the bottom of the screen.

"Talk to me." I spoke through the phone.

" Where's Jah?" he asked.

"You know damn well this is Jah. You called MY phone." I responded, annoyed.

"Cut the games, Zayden. What?"

"Meet me at the gun range, Quickshot Shooting Range. 1199 Zonolite Rd. 1 hour. "

And with that, he hung up.

Ha. Who the fuck he think he is? Telling me where to go and when to be there. I looked at the clock. 1:15 p.m.

I walked up to the shooting range's double doors at around 5:30. I turned around and glanced around at the parking lot. I didn't recognize any of the vehicles. So, I turned around and pushed open the double doors.

I glanced at the man with a big mustache behind the cash register.

"We charge by the half hour." he stated.

I heard the door from the actual range, chime. I looked over and Zay walked out. I smiled. He kept towards me with a sarcastic smile.

"Took you long enough, Bull." He stated.

"Jah. not Bull."

I turned back to the man behind the register.

"By the half hour? Well, I'll be in here bout a hour maybe a hour and a half." I looked at him while batting my eyes.

"Alrighty mam, that'll be $45."

I unzipped my wallet, reaching for the bill with dead president Grant on it. But instead of me paying for it, Zay reached passed me & slipped two 20's and a 10 up there.

I turned and looked at him ,
"I could have paid for myself." Instead of waiting for his reply I headed towards the door he recently came out of.

Once inside the actual range, I went to my little booth area pushing my safety goggles on my face, I used my right hand to pull out my gun that I had sitting wedged between my panties and my back.

Zay was just a few feet behind me. I knew he was watching to see if I knew what I was doing.

"Stop watching and load up." I said, without turning around. I heard him chuckle and then a few moments later he was beside me with goggles and his gun.

I started shooting. Every single bullet from my clip went into the target's head. I look over at Zay, who was already looking at me, and smiled.
I reloaded and shot at the moving target.
"Tshh, BOW! Tshh BOW"

"You hear that?" Zay asked.
I nodded my head and imitated "Tsh" sound.

We emptied a few more clips and decided to leave. I agreed to an evening lunch with him, he claimed it to be important news.

One inside the restaurant he started to talk, "As you know you're about to be an official killer."

I looked up from my strawberry margarita, "You're saying that like you've killed someone before."

He smirked, "First rule, no, actually second rule. First rule, don't get caught. Second rule, Never tell."

I half smiled revealing my dimple, "How to get with a murder 101."

He nodded, "Exactly."

I looked how the dim light reflected off his cheekbones. I watched him for a second or two. He was very handsome, but a man is not what I'm looking for. I'm money driven.

He started talking again. I returned my eyes to his.
"Dicey gave me our first hit."

He pulled out an almost beige colored folder and laid it in the middle of the table. The top of the folder had "Brown, Michael".

I pushed my drink to the left side and out of the way. I reached to the middle of the table and slid the folder in front of me.
Inside the folder was a sheet of paper like what police use to identify people. Height, hair color, eye color, weight, the basics.
I started to read. Michael Brown was 47. Brown hair, low cut, brown eyes. 4 criminal offenses--Drug Possession, Drug Trafficking, Robbery, and Domestic Violence. Michael Brown was also 6'1, a solid 215 and lived in my city.

I looked at Zay and laughed, "Is it weird that I'm slick excited for this shit?" He raised his eyebrows in humor. I continued on, "When is this supposed to take place?"

"Soon, Bull, Soon." he chuckled, "Meanwhile , while we're waiting on soon, for the next few days, you have a couple types of fighting classes. Martial Arts and Kickboxing."

I nodded indicating that I was listening. I grabbed the papers putting them back in the manilla folder. I slid it back to his side of the table he grabbed the folder, leaving his hand on top of
mine. I looked at him before removing my hand. I felt my cheeks lighting up, he noticed it too, and smirked.

I stood up, unzipping my wallet. I pulled out $100 and laid it on our table. I pulled out another $50 and laid it in front of him, "From the gunrange."

I bout made it to the doors of my range, when Zay jogged past me and attempted to open my door for me. I hadn't unlocked it yet. I smiled and unlocked the door. He opened it and I climbed in.

"I'm excited to do business with you, beautiful" He said. He kissed his index and middle finger and placed it on my cheek.