Fresh breeze danced in through the open windows from Sam’s room, it blew across her face and her adorned neck tenderly. Sam closed her eyes slowly, spreading her arms widely in the air while the cool breeze nourished her with sweet memories from her childhood, memories of pretty colors and fragrance alongside a wounded, quaking one that laid scattered on a million twinkling stars.
“Twinkling star?” Sam said and she thought that it was just another name for Ethan. He meant the whole world to her, As if when I look up in the sky, I see a million Ethans, Sam thought.
“I guess I do!” Sam said before finally walking to her dressing table. She stared in front of the mirror admiring herself, beautiful irresistible woman, Sam thought, then a loud protruding hiss followed.
“Beauty?” Sam scoffed. She did not think that beauty ruled the world. She did not think that it ruled New York too. She thought that money, power and ammunition did. She looked through the window, dusk was just starting to set in, and she still had about two hours before tonight’s operation.
Operation was for eight. Sam didn’t feel the usual pleasurable sensation she felt before each work, what pissed her was she wasn’t the one leading the gang tonight, that was Douglass’ way of punishing her for slamming the phone on him.
“Crap!” Sam said angrily and glanced around for something that could take away her anger, her eyes fell on her wardrobe as she pushed her hair backwards, Sam smirked. She walked to her wardrobe, typed in her password and brought out her diary where she wrote down all her successes from her past assassinations.
She read about the solemn eyes that glanced around hoping to catch enough of the fading world before it finally shut closed, the bleeding mouth that opened to curse her but dropped dead, the convulsing cheeks, the rhythm-less last speeches. . . .
“This isn’t interesting as it used to be!” Sam thought before flinging the diary on the floor, her legs roughly caressing the tiled floor, with each finger toe in a combat with the other Alec!, Sam heard the name resound in her head, she sprang on her feet, her eyes lit with anger, she ran to the wardrobe and clung to it, crossing one naked leg over the door, she let herself soak in sticky annoying memories of him.
“Why won’t you leave me the fuck alone!” Sam said, intending to scream in a squeal but all that she heard was a dull, coarse voice, her shoulder fell but she raised it forcefully again! as if in a fight for power and recognition that she was the boss! Then she felt a bloody taste in her tongue, Sam spat furiously on the floor, light shone on the spittle and she thought she saw Henry Adonis in it- Her father whom she had killed when she sixteen years old.
“Bastard, I hope you are rotting in your grave!” Then the thought of Alec compressed her again and this time around, she saw both of them in her foamy spittle. She walked disorderly towards her bag and brought out her pistol and started shining it. She had never really known happiness, she did not even want to know it, all she knew was death for others, success and money. If they had call Happiness Ethan then she would have known it.
The door opened slightly, Ethan came in with a dish of baked bread.
“Sam” Ethan called out slowly, his eyes fell on the pistol but he looked away immediately and pretended to be admiring the beautiful wallpapers on her wall even though they were his works. Sam froze on her seat, for once in her life, she felt very dirty!
“Ethan!” Sam gasped out but he was still staring at the wall papers, what she feared that second was if Ethan’s sisterly love towards her changed, what if he hated her if he thought of the kind of life she lived? but she did not know any other way to live her life. She thought about her gang members as her trembling hand disheveled her hair- What would they think of her if they saw her in such a vulnerable state she was in now? Wasn’t she capable of killing a pregnant woman or even a day old baby if their lives were demanded? I am, a voice in Sam’s head answered. Sam was a different Sam with Ethan. She feared that one day her enemies would discover her sole weakness and she the giant, would come crumbling in a millisecond, I will get it before it comes! Sam swore.
“Twinkling star, come forward baby” Sam said, her voice did not quake but her heart sank, Ethan was still pretending to be looking at the papers, but she walked towards him, stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their heartbeats racing symmetrically. Ethan turned around and smiled sweetly into her face, Sam got infected with his smile, a lovely smile played on her lips.
“Wow, sam!” Ethan said but he did not look into her eyes, tears were building up in his eyes but he didn’t want to break his sister’s heart.
“Wow?” Sam asked. “Your smile! It can still away a knight’s heart. Smile like this often!” Ethan said then he freed himself from her darling hug, turned around and pulled her cheeks then both of them got infected with their hearty laughter. A laughter that glittered like precious priceless golds and silvers but crawled on the paralyzed back of a crippled.
“I made you one of your favourite!” Ethan said and watched her smile widen in appetency. Sam pulled him towards the edge of the bed and together they ate, breaking into laughter every now and then while Ethan told her tales she had heard a thousand times but never got tired of.
“Are you staying home with me, tonight?” Ethan asked, his question was a messenger that pricked Sam’s heart, the toasted bread fell from her hand! She was about to mumble something when the doorbell rang, it was Lucy, her driver and friend who had come to pick her up. A text came in on Sam’s phone- You will lead tonight, Anne is ill, Goodluck!, it was from Douglass. A wave of happiness and hopeful despair hit Sam.
“I will be back soon, nanny Angela will stay with you” Sam said then she planted a slow kiss on his head and turned to walk out but she did not hear him groan “Be careful, Sam”
***
The gang members took their positions according to Sam’s directives. A comrade meeting was holding in one of the Hotel halls.
Gary had suggested that they attacked while the President retired for the room as it would be much easier.
“Asshole! You don’t think at all! We strike while the meeting is on!” Sam fired while her eyes bulged out.
“Why do you like threading the risky paths?” Ashley screamed at Sam, her heart immediately pounded with fear after her daring words dropped.
“Hey Sam, I am, I am…” Ashley stuttered, she wasn’t done with her apology when Sam hit her head with the bottom of her pistol, Ashley passed out.
“We don’t need her! If you all want to go away, I can hit you all with my pistol or you leave, I can do it alone!” Sam said angrily before biting her lower lip. None of the gang members doubted her words. Her dead master had brought her up to be the toughest and strongest and even if he was dead, he lived in Sam’s veins.
Operation began immediately at the dot of eight. Tyler and Jose stood at the door post in case things went wrong while Megan and Gary dressed in the hotel’s security uniforms they had hijacked, worked on disconnecting all security cameras that led to the hall while Sam played the sniper.
“Clear! Sam, Clear! Sam! Clear!” Megan motioned to Sam on her receiver.
“Goodbye old woman!” Sam said before firing the bullet. “Brains, go off!” Sam chuckled. The shot was successful, pandemonium broke out.
“Hey, look there!” Someone in the crowd screamed and pointed to Sam’s direction!
“Fuck!” Sam said, three broken slippery stress lines formed on her forehead. Sam already had things planned in case things turned out like this. She zoomed into a store room very close to the hall as there was no point running, she would be caught! Sam quickly changed into a wig and had already pulled off her jacket on the spot where she had fired and as planned Tyler and Jose who were at the door post were to give fake information that they saw a woman run past them.
“Hey, what the fuck!” Sam had said on opening the store’s door, she met a beautiful lady about the age of twenty four instead of the man who was supposed to wait for her there.
“Sorry, the man couldn’t make it….” The lady explained but before she could continue Sam forced her tongue into the girl’s amazed lips, kissing her roughly but carefully, her hand slipped under her bra-less chest and fondled her breast. Sam knew the police would come soon and just then the door flung open! Sam tore the lady’s top just in time and started savoring her neck. The lead security looked on for a moment before speaking then he heard some guards shout “ She ran past us now! Just now!” None of the police men could have suspected Sam, her eyes sparkled with bodily pleasure!
“You did not hear the gun? You should leave now ladies. There is an assassin in the building!” The policemen exited. Sam broke away from the kiss, she groaned in disgust before swallowing hard.
“Gosh! I am straight! Holy crap, never done this!” Sam breathed heavily before throwing a fat bundle of dollar on the lady. Sam ran out of the hostel, nothing chased her yet everything seemed to chase her. That was when her phone rang.
“Hello?” Sam gasped, stopping abruptly and clenching her chest.
“It’s Alec”
Sam wanted to scream “ Asshole” but she said a soft “yes” to his request for dinner. He suggested a hotel and picking her up at where she was, but Sam said she was close by and would arrive in about forty five minutes time. The bloody taste came again in her tongue, this time around it was very powerful, Sam made a tight fist with her hand. She was just going to go to a nearby shop to have a good cloth and accessories.
***
Sam spotted him from a distance. Her eyes trailed his curly hair and physique. She watched as he sat calmly going through the menu list.
“Fine man” Sam mocked before pulling down her blouse more, ready to strike his sexual appetite.
“Mr Alec” Sam greeted on approaching him, making sure to give signs that although he had called for the date, she was the boss.
Alec stood up and pulled out a chair slowly for her, Sam’s heart missed a beat from such affection but it only made her wanted to see the color of his ugly blood! What guts, Sam thought.
“I would order something” Alec said bowing a little before heading towards the waitress. Sam burned as her eyes rolled under her eyelids. Sam heard his voice as he ordered, it was smooth and sweet, slowly, it lulled her to sleep, she was already having a bad night from the operation, the kiss from the lady, before he showed up in her face! Slowly, her eyelids started to hit one another tenderly.
“Sam” His hand tapped her shoulder slowly, Sam raised her head up to face him, a strand of her fell across her face, Alec slowly moved his hand towards her face and set the hair back in place, Sam shivered, feeling vulnerable.
“I don’t like such gestures!” Sam said with a frown, she stared at him for long but he did not apologize, instead he dished out her meal, then he looked up into her face, “You look beautiful tonight” His voice came out bold and manly, then he smiled gently, dimming his eyes a little.
Sam opened her mouth to say something but she found no words, he was just so different from every other men she had dealt with, so she coughed instead. They ate silently for a while before Alec broke the silence, he told her tales from wars, tales from the sea, things he thought could interest her, momentarily breaking into mild laughter and swinging his head backward. Sam watched his Adam’s apple as it danced to the rhythm of his speech, but all the while, she planned her attack.
Alec drove her to her house after dinner, they said nothing but she caught him staring at her thighs and lips every now and then. It was 11 pm and the neighborhood was quiet and dark.
Slowly, Sam dipped her hand into her bag and brought out her knife, her heartbeat raced faster and the imaginary blood taste tasted stronger. The car came to a halt in front of Sam’s house.
“I am going to sleep well tonight, thank you for dining with me” Alec smiled tenderly, Sam looked away quickly from his smiling face then he pulled her forward for a hug, Sam brought out her knife.
“Sam” Alec moaned in a low voice, they were very close for the hug now and Sam started moving her knife close to his neck but Alec did not hug her instead he leaned in for a kiss, cupping her chin slowly, he reached for her lips , slowly grasping her armed less hand. His breath hit her lips and Alec felt Sam quiver; the knife fell from her hand! Sam felt his lips pressing against hers, his hand moved slowly to her arms, he stopped there and Sam didn’t feel a sexual touch but a loving and comforting one.
“STOP!” A voice in Sam’s head screamed, then she felt something salty in her lips, Sam shut her eyes quickly, and tightly!
“HIS TEARS!” her voice screamed in her head again. It sounded like a haunted one…. Then, he broke the kiss.
They stared blankly at each other, Sam looked down at his lips that were now stained with her red lipstick. She reached carefully for her knife, opened the door slowly and jumped out of his car! Everything spelt his name, her flowers, her door, the windows!
“Alec? ” Sam whispered slowly before passing out at the entrance to her room.
# TO BE CONTINUED.....
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