Page 1 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“Bartender,another round for the house! Shots are on me tonight!”

I looked around the small hole-in-the-wall bar and watched the patrons cheer and surround Westley. Cigar smoke and burnt cooking oil filled the air as they all celebrated with the man who was set to die tonight. Little did he know, the celebratory shot he was about to take with the room full of guests would soon be his last.

“Hey, handsome! Would you like a free shot of Jack?” The waitress approached me as I sat in the darkened corner. “Wes is in a good mood and is buying them for everyone.”

“I’m good,” is all I said to her as I continued to watch him. “I have a long drive ahead of me tonight, so this Hennessy and Coke will be fine.”

“Well, my name is Leann if you change your mind.” Giving me a sultry smile, she nibbled her bottom lip before nodding and turning on her heels to walk away.

I took a quick moment to appreciate the way her ass spilled from the bottom of her cutoff shorts. The bar gave a Western vibe with hosts dressed in tied-up flannels, denim shorts, and cowgirl boots. There was even a mechanical bull that fit the aesthetic. The tunes that flowed through the speakers had the patrons running to the floor to show off their skills to the latest line dances. It was a nice vibe, and any other time, I would have been more inclined to kick back and enjoy the festivities, but tonight, I wasn’t on that. Tonight, I was on my reaper shit.

Taking a sip of my drink, I let my eyes trail Mr. Westley. They turned to slits as I watched him throw his head back in laughter as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Standing close to five feet, five inches, the little man carried himself as if he were a giant. By day, he was a businessman who owned some of the most popular gambling houses in South Florida. The funny thing is he has a gambling problem himself. He owed the Family more than five million dollars in loan money and fees and has made no efforts to pay us back. Buying the fastest cars and spending money on women wasn’t the way to go when you’re indebted to the most ruthless nigga in the South. Rosier is not for all of the running around, and he made it clear what his fate would be if he didn’t adhere to the terms and conditions of their agreement. It was time for us to collect what was owed to us tonight. Too bad it would be paid with his life.

“Make a move nigga…” I spoke to myself as I watched him flirt with the waitress who had spoken to me moments earlier. “I don’t have all night.”

Gripping her ass, he pulled her closer to him. She nibbled on her bottom lip and giggled while he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. He couldn’t care less about his wife and three kids at home, which makes killing his ass that much easier. Growing tired of watching them grope each other, she finally said something to him before taking his hand in hers. Leading him through the small sea of people, they disappeared to the back of the bar. I waited a few moments before placing my hoodie over my head, standing, and following where they went. The further I got down the hall, the more the music began to fade. Before long, the only thing that could be heard in the hallway was the low moans coming from the utility closet.

“Oh my gosh!” Leann cried over the sound of skin slapping. “Right there, baby!”

Glancing over my shoulder to ensure I was alone, I placed my hands inside a pair of leather gloves before easing the small door open. As I peeped inside, I could easily see them in the far corner of the room, with her bent over while he fucked her roughly from behind.

“Fuck! This pussy is good.” I scrunched my nose as he slammed in and out of her. “Take this dick, bitch.”

Creeping into the room unnoticed, I looked around to see if there was anything in here I could use without it being too messy. Usually, I wouldn’t do this in a building full of people, but Westley needed to be taught a lesson. He thought he was untouchable because of certain relationships he’d maintained, but I was here to remind him he wasn’t. Tiptoeing to the side of the wall, I remained as quiet as possible as I located some rope wrapped around a small stand. Taking it into my hand, I watched as the two of them continued to fuck like rabbits.

“Throw that ass back and fuck me like you want me to pay that rent of yours.” He gritted his teeth as he held onto her waist. “And you better make it good.”

Changing their stance, I watched as she bent lower to grab her ankles, and he positioned himself to remain still while she did her thing. Once they were in a rhythm and he threw his head back in ecstasy, I knew I had him. Wrapping the rope around each hand, I crept up behind him like the prey that he was. Before he knew what was happening, the rope was around his neck as I pulled with all my might.

“Ugh.” He grunted and clawed at the gloves, but it was no use.

“Oh shit, Wes!” Leann continued to fuck him, oblivious as to what was going on behind her. “Let me do my thing and stay still, Daddy. Just like that.”

Grunting and groaning, he tried his best to fight me off, but it was no use. I towered over his weak frame, and even if he did manage to get away from me in this instance, he still wasn’t leaving this room alive. Pulling the rope tighter and tighter, I knew it was only a matter of time before he was dead as his movements became limp.

“Oh shit, Wes!” Leann cried out shakily. “I’m about to come, baby!”

I peered down at her body, shaking from her orgasm as he went still. Seeing as though the life had left his body, I released the hold I had on him, causing his limp body to fall on top of hers. Taking small steps back into the darkness, I kept my eyes on her as she struggled to remove herself from underneath him.

“Dammit, Westley… I can’t breathe,” she murmured as she tried her best to lift him from on top of her. “Did you hear me? Wes, I said—ah!”

Her piercing screams filled the dark room as I slinked out the same way I came. Closing the door quietly behind me, I looked to make sure the coast was still clear as I made my way back toward the front of the bar. The music was still blasting as the people continued to dance their night away. Nothing seemed amiss, and that was the way I liked it. Canvasing the booths, I found my table was still empty. Going back over, I took my seat, removed my burner cell, and shot off a quick text to Zoo and Mimi.

Me:

Mission Complete

With both of them giving me a thumbs up, I placed my phone back inside my pocket. I wasn’t worried about security cameras with me on film because my cousin, Mimi, was a tech whiz. Deciding to get comfortable, I removed my hoodie and bobbed my head to the sounds of Shaboozy.

“Is there anything I can get you, love?” a different waitress came over and asked. “You’re handsome, but you would look even better with a drink in front of you.”

“You know what?” I chuckled as I locked eyes with her. She was more hospitable and less thirsty than Leann. “Let me get a Hennessy and Coke.” I pulled a hundred-dollar bill from my pocket and handed it to her. “Keep the change.”

Eyes lighting up brighter than the stars in the sky, she smiled and told me she would be right back with my drink. Leaning back in the chair, I threw my arm over the back and continued to vibe for the night. Another day, another nigga bites the dust because he thought he could fuck with my Family. Wes should have known better, and now his ass is dead. Thankfully, I handled this promptly because of my early morning flight to Milly Grove. My job here is done and I can now head home before I leave town, but one last drink wouldn’t hurt.

A few minutes went by before Leann was running to the front of the bar, crying and begging for someone to come and help her. The owner rushed to the back before coming back up front and screaming for someone to call 9-1-1. I sipped my drink and watched as chaos unfolded before my eyes. Satisfied with my handiwork, I finished off my drink and stood to leave. People ran around and panicked as I walked cooly to my unmarked car for the evening. Once inside, I turned the ignition and took a few breaths before pulling my cell phone from my pocket. Pressing one on the keypad to dial the programmed number, I leaned back in my seat and listened as the phone rang before it connected.

“Are you okay, baby?” my grandmother’s soothing voice greeted me immediately. “Where are you?”

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