#52

the first time he saw her, she looked like the heroine on an 80's B-list movie poster. Wavy, glossy hair, red lips perpetually holding a cigarette, curves like a mountain pass. her wide-eyed gaze passed over him, as expected.
he knew the type- wild and seductive, with just enough morality to make a man beg. to make him crazy.

he'd had clients like this his whole life. jealous lovers, rich playboys who live to be wanted. they'll wine and dine every fish in the sea, but there's always one. always one who he can't bear to see with anyone else.
that's when he gets the call. he always agrees because the money's good. half now, half when the job's done.

she was in his sight now, and for the first time he thought twice before pulling the trigger.