You want to believe that there’s one relationship in life that’s beyond betrayal. A relationship that’s beyond that kind of hurt. And there isn’t. -Caleb Carr
Nicki's POV
Waking up at my usual time, I swing my legs off my bed and get up. I wander to my bathroom to do my morning routine. After my shower, I put on my clothes for the day and grab some of my pistols that I had in my condo and started cleaning them before I went for target practice.
After about an hour, I got up and walked to my side table by my bed and opened the drawer. Pulling out my pad of paper and one die. Carrying them to my living room, I set the pad of paper down on the coffee table and rolled the die.
Four
Is the number I saw. Making a star next to the name Shawn Thompson, I ripped the piece of paper that had the six numbered names out and folded it before placing it in my bra.
I grabbed my backpack and threw it on my back before I went out my front door. Making sure to lock only three of the six locks I had, I walked to the elevator and pressed the down arrow.
Once on the ground floor, I began to make my way to my father’s house so he could give me the run down on Mr. Thompson.
“Hi daddy!” I said with my hands up in surrender as he turned around, pistol in hand.
When I came in, I decided to be sneaky just to mess around with him. He always told me to be careful but I liked a bit of risk here and there.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you come in through the front so I don’t end up shooting you.”
I smirked as I strutted to where he was, hugging him and having a seat opposite from him.
“Give me the run down, and make it quick because It looks like you’re gonna need as much time as possible for this one.”
I looked at my watch the same time he glanced at his and we both exchanged a knowing gaze.
“Shawn Thompson,” I said, gliding the scrap piece of paper with his name on it to my old man
“Alright,
Shawn Thompson, 5 feet 9 inches, approximately 150 pounds, no kids,
multiple girlfriends, drives a silver Maserati, owns multiple
businesses, and lives in California but is in New York for a masquerade
ball.” My dad, Robert finished talking and handed me an invitation to
the ball which is going to be held in lower Manhattan at the Tribeca Grand Hotel for a fundraiser for the next Mayor at 8 pm sharp.
“Alright thank you daddy!” I kissed his cheek.
Walking to the bus stop down the street, I sit on the bench before taking my blackberry out of my backpack.
>> I’ll be there in 20 mins
I texted my closest friend, Reka.
Finally,
arriving at her small apartment above a nice dainty boutique, which I
thought was quite ironic when she told me about this place because we
would joke as kids she would probably end up living somewhere near or in
a clothing store since her passion was fashion.
“Reka!!” I yell as I walk in her front door.
“Do you know how to knock?” She asked meeting me in the front area.
“Yeah, but why knock when you can just walk in?”
“I don’t know why I’m still your friend.”
“Cuz you love me.”
“Yeah and since I love you quote oh so much, I know you just don’t randomly drop by with barely any notice.”
“Damn.”
“What?”
“You’re right.”
“Well duh! Anyway whatcha need?”
“I need a gown for this ball thing I got invited too.”
“How the hell did you get invited to a ball?!”
“Why the fuck do you sound surprised?!”
“Chill! I mean you’re just not a dressy ball type of person.”
“Again, what’s that supposed to mean?!”
“That means that I thought I’d see you admit you’re wrong about something before I saw you in a gown. But I guess the day has come.”
Nika rolled her eyes and scoffed, but inside was a bit content that her best friend knew her so well.
“So when do you need it by?”
Nicki bit her lip before putting on her most sweetest smile.
“A little bit before 8 o'clock tonight.”
Sherika’s mouth dropped and she began to rant as Nika hugged her tight.
“Oh hell naw! I know you didn’t come in here expecting me to put all my clients on hold so I can make you a ball gown that you’re just now telling me about! Nika!”
Nika gave her a innocent smile before doing her I famous puppy dog face.
“Pleaseeeee Rika I need you its for um um something special.”
Sherika looked Nicki up and down before sighing.
“You are so damn lucky I’m halfway through this ballgown and that I’ve waited forever to get to make a dress for your petite waist big ass and boob having ass self.”
Nicki smiled before hugging her again and beginning to walk out.
“I’ll be back by 6:30!” Nicki screamed halfway out the door.
“Wait! What type of dress do you want.”
Nicki stopped but only for a second before replying.
“It has to be…killer. I trust you Rika!”
And with that she began to go and make sure everything else for tonight was in place.
♔♔♔
I entered the ball with my gown gently sweeping the marble flooring. Taking a glass of champagne from the waiters there, I placed my blood red lips on the rim of the glass and took a sip.
Carrying my glass of champagne and my clutch, I began to walk around and scope everything out.
Making my way to the middle of the ballroom, I glance to my right and see the target or should I say targets.
Smirking before taking another sip of my bubbly beverage, my stilettos clicked their way to glowing exit sign. Making it out to the cool fresh air, I purposely dropped my glass and opened my clutch. Fishing around, I found the small little tracker I put in there. Grabbing it, I walked to his car, kneeling right by the back bumper, I stuck in place.
Tonight was the night.
Sneaking
back inside, I wandered the grandeur room, taking in the architecture
and the elegant picture that hung on the walls. As I wandered I made to
keep slick eye contact with my targets. Being an assassin required great
timing. Never kill a minute before, never kill a minute after.
I picked up a tiny finger food that was being offered to me.
“Is this what rich people eat? If so, a bitch is glad she isn’t rich cuz fuck where the real food at?”
Chuckling to myself at my thought, I adjusted my mask before walking back out to the floor.
Putting on my best fake smile, I mingled with the rich and snooty. I felt something graze my shoulder blade. Looking over my shoulder, I saw a man, a tall man, dressed to the nines. Something inside me told me to follow him. Making sure to stay as far back as I could, so he wouldn’t get suspicious. I followed him into a back hallway where I lost him. I looked to my right and saw there was a door open ajar. Opening my clutch, I retrieve my gun and hold it at my side as I crept to the door. I slowly pushed it open with my heel of my stiletto I was wearing.
Fondling the wall until my hand hit a light switch. Once, the tiny room was lit, I saw a bloodied man. The more I moved closer to the man, the more I recognized him. I instantly felt my blood began to boil. The man that was laying before was my target, Shawn Thompson. With not an ounce of doubt in my mind, I knew who did this. I knew who touched me. I just knew.
Putting my gun back in my clutch and grabbing my phone, I quickly synced my phone to the tracking device I placed under his car. Walking as fast as I could to the front, ripping my mask off and leaving it behind, leaving a trail of my jewels along with the mask. Hastily, I rushed the valet to get my car from parking. Oh tonight was the night.
♔♔♔
Racing
to his apartment, I screeched to halt and put my car in park as I
grabbed my gun back out of my clutch and dashed inside the building.
Ignoring the people at the front desk, I went straight to the elevators
and pressed ‘P’ for penthouse.
The elevator dinged and the heavy metal doors opened and I strutted out. Walking to the end of the long hallway, I aimed my gun and shot the door handle and lock so I could let myself in.
“You never were one for knocking.” I heard the man say.
I raised my gun and aimed it high as I walked towards the voice.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” He taunted me.
My face was frozen in contorted anger. The sound of my heels clicking on the hardwood floor echoed in the large penthouse.
“Aww Onika, don’t be like that. We should talk. I mean that is why you placed that tracker on my car right?”
“Shut up! I swear to God I’ll kill you right now!”
“Why would you do that? You need me.”
“You must really be sick and twisted in the head to think I would ever need you again.”
“Darius Malcolm, ring any bells.”
“Yeah, one of the reasons why I’m here.”
“Oh so we’re not talking?”
“I’m here to kill you.”
“You’re not gonna kill me-”
“Shut up!!”
“Onika, you need to get over that-”
“Shut! Up!”
“I had to protect my mom and my family!”
“What about me huh?! You know damn well me and my father would’ve protected you guys!”
“Onika-”
“You betrayed me!!”
“Let me-”
“My father is the way he is right now, because of you. I am the way I am because of you!”
BANG!
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