Nicky.

Prologue

(Edited)

Zehava 

Another night. Another job. Another boring ass kill.

Tonight I was on my own, my father had been assigning Cairo and I separate small jobs and letting us work together on the bigger ones.

The long black synthetic wig that was glued to my scalp made me feel like a different person. That was the whole point of my entire look anyway.

My dark brown eyes were now sage green and I had on the sluttiest dark blue dress that I could find under a large black jean jacket. It was perfect for this kind of party.

It was hard to ignore the strong smell of weed coming from almost everywhere in the house. I walked through the dimly lit living room, making sure to avoid brushing passed any of the half-naked bodies on the broken couches. Beer bottles and shisha bongs were strategically placed on the floor besides people's feet. I avoided those as well as I searched for my target.

Julian Mambwe, a 30 year old drug dealer.

Looking down at the picture on my phone once more and I kept an eye out for short blonde hair and a body covered in stupid face tattoos. He wasn't on the staircase where more people danced and talked in the dim orange lighting.

I spotted a platinum blonde head and slowly followed him to the kitchen, not being entirely sure if he was who I was looking for. I needed to speed up the process.

I bumped into him, rough enough to make him notice. His back stiffened as he turned to see who it was that bumped into him. His irritated expression turned soft, his blue eyes relaxed.

That reaction was expected, I took pride in my beauty. My dark skin although uneven was a head turner.

"I am so sorry." I giggled and pushed my braids out of my face.

The giggle was genuine, I had the right guy and he deserved to see a beautiful smile.

"It's alright." He shook the alcohol off of his wrist.

To my pleasure the dirty kitchen was empty. He placed his white Styrofoam cup on the counter and unscrewed a bottle of cheap wine.

"Would you like one?" He asked me with one eyebrow raised.

"A shot for me," I said slightly leaning against the counter.

I will burn this jacket later.

He poured my shot and handed me the glass letting his fingers linger longer than needed. I looked down at the thick rings on his fingers before pulling the glass away.

"I don't think I've seen you around here. I'm Ju." He leaned beside me by the kitchen counter.

"Halle." I smiled.

I always liked that name anyway.

"I told you I needed more time!" Julian said through clenched teeth.

There was nothing I could do. This was a job, nothing personal.

He cursed at me but no one else could hear because of the loud music coming from the house. It was great of the host to throw a party in such a secluded area.

How is it my fault that he borrowed money from the mob and couldn't pay it back, fucking drug dealers.

I yanked on his short hair and pressed the blade further into his throat. I felt his heart beat through his back.

I pressed the knife deeper into his throat and sliced it just deep enough for him to slowly choke on his own blood. That was a personal request from the Mwale's.  I let go of his body and he fell to his knees clutching at his throat and gasping for air.

I got into the car and sighed. I could take a moment to breathe and think about what I had just done but I'd rather not.

"Did you get them?" Cairo asked me.

I reached into my back pocket and emptied the contents of the bag onto his lap.

"Jesus!" He jumped up dropping two of Julian's fingers on the car of the floor.

I held back a laugh, keeping a straight face until he composed himself. I am never one for theatrics but my brother deserved that for making me take on a man twice my build.

"I thought you wanted the rings." I let out a laugh.

Travis bought diamond rings with the mob's money. They wanted the rings and I left them on the fingers as a treat.

"You're sick." He shook his head.

He picked the severed fingers up and we were on our way home.