What I Lost || sequel to Worth It

One

I slip the uncomfortable wig onto my head, the complete opposite of my usual (H/C) hair.  The Bobby pins are digging into my scalp, I wouldn't be surprised if any were drawing blood. It takes a second to adjust it so it looks natural but once it does, I take a step back and admire my appearance.

The disguise is good, shimmering red dress hugging my curves. Black heels adding a few extra inches. The wig and makeup are truly the icing on the cake.

I'm unrecognizable.

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I step out of the taxi and walk into an expensive bar. I sit at the bar and flash my fake id.

Sipping my vodka soda, I try my best to look like a lost puppy, hoping my target will approach me.

"How are you doing tonight?" I look next to me and see him.

Anderson Charles, gang boss and all around piece of shit.

"A lot better now." I smile.

"Let me but you a drink." He offers upon noticing my glass is almost empty.

"Well, if you insist."

He buys me and himself a martini.

"So, what brings you here?" He asks.

"I suppose I was just waiting for a handsome man so buy me a drink."

"Well, your wait is over."

"Aren't I lucky?" I look up at him with a sultry expression that he doesn't seem to see through.

"Do I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar." He studies my face, racking his brain for where he might know me from.

"I get that a lot," a light giggle escapes my mouth. "Guess I've just got one of those faces."

"Your face is certainly something."

Talking to him makes me sick to my stomach but I push on. He goes to the bathroom and I order him another drink, slipping some strychnine powder into it.

I smile warmly at him as he walks back over to me.

I notice when he takes a sip, he winces at the bitter taste. But just as I aticipated, he swallows his pride and doesn't complain.

We talk for another fifteen minutes, I make sure he finishes his drink before making some dumb excuse to leave. He tries to convince me to stay but I mange to make my escape, hailing a taxi and heading home.

I stick my key into the door and walk in. It takes me about ten minutes to shed my disguise and sit down on the couch with a glass of water. I pull out my phone and try to keep myself occupied until my roommate got home.

I scroll through social media for a while before getting bored and just lying down on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

I hear the window open and look up to see Matt stumble into the apartment.

"Long day?" I ask.

"Not particularly." He answers.

"Long night?"

"Yep." He sits down next to me, not bothering to take his suit off.