the - oh… hey, baby, how did you get in here?”
“Me?” She grinned and aimed the gun at him. “Window was open.”
“Holy shit!” His eyes went wide, and she felt Smith step in behind her. “Take whatever you want, seriously, it’s all yours. Fuck, uh, I might have some cash?”
“We don’t want your money, Christopher Algiro.” Smith’s low voice was a bolster to her confidence, and she flipped the safety off as she watched the guy scramble off the bed.
“Fuck, fuck!” He grabbed at his hair and then held his hands in front of him. “Wait, wait, man, you don’t need to shoot me, I can fix this.”
“It’ll be easier if you just relax,” Smith spoke quietly.
“Listen, you just need to call Mr. Pelletti and tell him I didn’t mean it. First of all, I didn’t know Lisa was his daughter, and second of all I was shit-faced and high. I didn’t -”
“What did you do?” Camille felt her core grow cold, her finger itching to pull the trigger because she felt like she already knew the story before he told it.
“Come on , man!” Christopher begged Smith, dropping to his knees, but Smith just tilted his head towards her.
“Don’t talk to me, she’s the one with the gun.”
Christopher’s eyes swung towards her, his voice higher pitched. “Fuck! I didn’t mean to, I mean, I didn’t realize she was really unconscious, you know? I’d been flirting with her, I thought she wanted it!”
“You fucked her,” Camille finished for him and he let out an anguished groan.
“I didn’t mean anything by it! It wasn’t rape , you know? It was just, she was – fuck, don’t kill me! Let me talk to Mr. Pelletti!”
“I don’t think he wants to talk to you, Christopher,” she answered, shifting her stance so she was confident in her aim.
“Oh, shit, please, please help me. Don’t do this, come on, man.” He stared up into Smith’s face, eyes wide and panicked so that the white showed all the way around. For a moment Camille wondered if that was how Lisa had felt the morning after. Confused, terrified. Waking up to find out that someone had hurt her while she was defenseless.
“I’m not the one you should be begging,” Smith responded, his voice cold as ice.
“I swear, I didn’t mean -”
Camille pulled the trigger once, then again for a head shot, the puffs of air quieter than the weight of his body hitting the floor. She stared for a moment, making sure he went still, and then she flipped the safety on and aimed the gun down. Last breath. There . “Can we eat now? I’m starving.”
“Seriously?” Smith asked, a surprised laugh tugging his lips into a smirk.
She pointed at the body on the floor with a shrug. “Considering I just earned us a payday I think we can afford dinner.”
“You’re right. Let’s make it back to the car, then we can talk about dinner options.” She caught the eye roll before he turned around, and she realized he had never even drawn his gun. Smith had actually trusted her to go through with it. The recognition made her feel light on the inside, bright and airy, even as they slipped back out the window. His little metal tool flipping the lock back in place, and then they were strolling, hand in hand, back towards the car.
“So?”
“So?” Smith echoed her as he turned the key to start the engine, letting the A/C cool the interior as they idled in the spot.
“Are you really going to fuck with me?” she asked.
A low laugh rumbled out of him. “Alright, you did good. You didn’t hesitate at all.”
“That’s right.” She preened, easing the gun out of the back of her pants, restoring it and the clip to the bag.
“It was your first job, and it’s done.” He turned the car away slowly, turning on the lights once they were facing the opposite direction. “What would you like to eat in celebration?”
“I’m thinking Italian.”
“Really, C?”
She laughed, relaxing back against the seat. “Absolutely. We’re celebrating,
“Me?” She grinned and aimed the gun at him. “Window was open.”
“Holy shit!” His eyes went wide, and she felt Smith step in behind her. “Take whatever you want, seriously, it’s all yours. Fuck, uh, I might have some cash?”
“We don’t want your money, Christopher Algiro.” Smith’s low voice was a bolster to her confidence, and she flipped the safety off as she watched the guy scramble off the bed.
“Fuck, fuck!” He grabbed at his hair and then held his hands in front of him. “Wait, wait, man, you don’t need to shoot me, I can fix this.”
“It’ll be easier if you just relax,” Smith spoke quietly.
“Listen, you just need to call Mr. Pelletti and tell him I didn’t mean it. First of all, I didn’t know Lisa was his daughter, and second of all I was shit-faced and high. I didn’t -”
“What did you do?” Camille felt her core grow cold, her finger itching to pull the trigger because she felt like she already knew the story before he told it.
“Come on , man!” Christopher begged Smith, dropping to his knees, but Smith just tilted his head towards her.
“Don’t talk to me, she’s the one with the gun.”
Christopher’s eyes swung towards her, his voice higher pitched. “Fuck! I didn’t mean to, I mean, I didn’t realize she was really unconscious, you know? I’d been flirting with her, I thought she wanted it!”
“You fucked her,” Camille finished for him and he let out an anguished groan.
“I didn’t mean anything by it! It wasn’t rape , you know? It was just, she was – fuck, don’t kill me! Let me talk to Mr. Pelletti!”
“I don’t think he wants to talk to you, Christopher,” she answered, shifting her stance so she was confident in her aim.
“Oh, shit, please, please help me. Don’t do this, come on, man.” He stared up into Smith’s face, eyes wide and panicked so that the white showed all the way around. For a moment Camille wondered if that was how Lisa had felt the morning after. Confused, terrified. Waking up to find out that someone had hurt her while she was defenseless.
“I’m not the one you should be begging,” Smith responded, his voice cold as ice.
“I swear, I didn’t mean -”
Camille pulled the trigger once, then again for a head shot, the puffs of air quieter than the weight of his body hitting the floor. She stared for a moment, making sure he went still, and then she flipped the safety on and aimed the gun down. Last breath. There . “Can we eat now? I’m starving.”
“Seriously?” Smith asked, a surprised laugh tugging his lips into a smirk.
She pointed at the body on the floor with a shrug. “Considering I just earned us a payday I think we can afford dinner.”
“You’re right. Let’s make it back to the car, then we can talk about dinner options.” She caught the eye roll before he turned around, and she realized he had never even drawn his gun. Smith had actually trusted her to go through with it. The recognition made her feel light on the inside, bright and airy, even as they slipped back out the window. His little metal tool flipping the lock back in place, and then they were strolling, hand in hand, back towards the car.
“So?”
“So?” Smith echoed her as he turned the key to start the engine, letting the A/C cool the interior as they idled in the spot.
“Are you really going to fuck with me?” she asked.
A low laugh rumbled out of him. “Alright, you did good. You didn’t hesitate at all.”
“That’s right.” She preened, easing the gun out of the back of her pants, restoring it and the clip to the bag.
“It was your first job, and it’s done.” He turned the car away slowly, turning on the lights once they were facing the opposite direction. “What would you like to eat in celebration?”
“I’m thinking Italian.”
“Really, C?”
She laughed, relaxing back against the seat. “Absolutely. We’re celebrating,
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