I tapped my finger on the steering wheel and twisted my lips to the side, feeling myself grow impatient. I checked the time; the shop had closed fifteen minutes ago.
Just when I felt my patience running out, the doors to the front of the shop opened. I sat up straighter. The piercer and a guy walked out. They spoke for a few seconds before she smiled and waved, heading down the street. I watched her get to her car and climb inside. After a few seconds, she pulled off with me behind her.
My phone vibrated and I peeked at the screen, seeing it was Nazai. I quickly grabbed it and silenced it before turning it off. He could track my movements; there was no need for us to talk right now.
The girl drove about twenty minutes before pulling up to a small, single level house. She parked in the driveway and turned the car off. The lights were off in the house and there wasn’t a garage to hide any other car. I parked across the street and turned my car off. The girl was oblivious to her surroundings. She stepped out of the car, smoking and looking down at her phone, tapping away on it.
Reaching over I grabbed my black hat and placed it on my head, sliding it down over my eyes. I grabbed my gun out of my bookbag that rested on the passenger seat and climbed out of the car.
Checking my left and right, I hurried across the street just as she reached her door. She took one last hit of the cigarette before tossing it in the flower bed next to her small stoop.
As soon as she opened the door and went to step inside, I ambushed her, shoving her, causing her to stumble forward and drop her phone.
“What the fuck!” she shouted.
“Shut up!” I shut the door behind me and looked around.
The house was quiet and smelled of lavender. My nose twitched.
The girl spun around and her eyes widened seeing me with my gun pointed at her.
“I don’t have any money!” She tossed her hands up.
I snickered. “I don’t want your damn money.”
She swallowed hard. “Then what do you want? I don’t have much.” Her voice was shaky as her eyes locked on the gun.
A crude grin formed on my face. “The other day, you touched something you shouldn’t have.” I lifted my hat slightly. She squinted for a second before widening her eyes.
“It’s you. Look, I was professional when I did the piercing!” she stammered. Her body shook and she stepped back.
“Doesn’t matter, you still touched something that was mine.” Her eyes bounced from me to the gun before turning and attempting to rush off.
I was quicker. Launching forward, I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to the ground, causing her to cry out.
“Please, please. I was just doing my job!”
“Shut up!” I shoved her forward.
She quickly turned to face me, holding herself up on her forearms. Tears rushed down her face.
“Don’t do this. I promise I won’t go to the cops.”
“I know you won’t.” Again, I lifted my gun. “I hope you enjoyed touching my husband’s dick, because it’s the last one you’ll ever hold.” I pressed the trigger, sending a bullet through the center of her forehead. Her body crumpled with a small thump. A calm feeling filed through my veins. I pulled out my phone that I normally used for kills, since it was encrypted and couldn’t be tracked, and took a picture of the girl before turning to leave. I didn’t feel bad for taking the girl’s life. My feelings were invested in this marriage now and that was something I didn’t take lightly.
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The doorman nodded at me with a smile once I got to the penthouse lobby as I walked past him and headed for the elevator. Nazai didn’t know what I was up to while I was out but I was sure he wouldn’t be happy about me ignoring him.
Now I was stepping inside his room, wondering what I was walking into. Nazai was lying in bed. his eyes locked on the door.
“Oh look, it’s my missing wife,” he said, setting his phone to the side. “Why were you downtown?” I ran my eyes over him, taking in his ripped body. Even with the dressings from his shooting, I could never deny how handsome my husband was and just thinking about him with anyone else, or someone else touching him, made my stomach turn and my blood run hot.
Instead of answering him, I walked to the bed silently. I dug into my back pocket, pulling the phone out and clicking on it, then tossing it on his chest.
He stared at me confused then reached for the phone as I moved toward the bathroom, needing to shower my kill off me.
“This the piercer?” he asked.
