Psycho

My gaze followed his finger that just wiped my cheek. I glanced back up only to be met with Moretti's unwavering blue stare.

His eyes moved from mine to my lips.

"Stop that," I quickly said, more serious than I've ever been.

He flinched and quickly blinked. He sighed and leaned away from me.

The moment was over. I was both relieved and quite saddened. But I cannot become involved with him, even though almost every part of my body is screaming for me to do exactly that.

I brushed past him and left the small room we had previously been perfectly confined inside of.

Despite however I was feeling, I had a job to do. Ricardo's ass was mine...even though the only ass on my mind belonged to Moretti. sigh. I suppose I will have to put my hormones aside for the time being.

Ricardo was not alone like Walt, which could prove to be more difficult. I would most likely not have much luck going up to him, as there would be many witnesses seeing my face and knowing I left with him.

I sat in the corner of the club but made sure to stay in Ricardo's line of sight. As soon as he looks up from his poker game, he's going to see me in the corner, practically serving myself on a platter.

After a few moments, he raised his head and glanced around, his eyes zeroing in on me finally. I flipped my hair and winked towards him.

He looked back to the game.

What the hell!?! Is this man gay?

He looked up once more and I made sure to turn up the heat. I made eye contact and uncrossed my legs, exposing more of my thighs. Slowly, I bit my lip.

He immediately got up and sauntered my way.

Nope, not gay. He just needed a little more encouragement.

As soon as he reached me, he turned and walked into the small closet I had previously been with Moretti in. I thought he had ditched me until the man looked back and made direct eye contact, urging me to follow him.

Somebody's fast.

Ricardo was built. He was tall, but his height couldn't compare to Moretti's. His eyes were brown, and couldn't hold a candle to the depth inside Moretti's, and his-

What the hell am I thinking? Get to work, Psycho!

My eyes betrayed my thoughts and snuck a quick peek at Moretti at the bar. I had to check if he was okay, a small bit of worry for him had been in the back of my mind the whole night.

But by the looks of it, he was perfectly fine. His hand was on the back of some 5'9 blonde, who's fake tanner I could smell from a mile away. His eyes met mine for a split second and instead of moving his hand away, he put it on her thigh.

You've got to be kidding me.

Anger filled me up for reasons I don't know. Why do I feel like this? I immediately turned my head away from him and followed Ricardo.

I stepped inside the closet and locked the door behind me. I sneakily reached for the gun strapped to my thigh, which had a silencer on it so we wouldn't be disturbed. But the memory of seeing Moretti's hands on that woman changed my mind.

Why don't I have a little fun first before killing this man?

Ricardo practically jumped me, his hands running through my hair and his lips on mine. It didn't feel perfect and didn't give me butterflies, but it would do the job and get my mind off of Moretti.

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It had only been, 15 minutes and there was a knock on the door. Ricardo was too busy to notice and I just ignored it as I was occupied with more important things.

Not even a second after, the door busted open, revealing a very angry Moretti. My mouth hung open in surprise as my fingers were still in Ricardo's hair and my dress was up to my hips.

Ricardo lifted his head from my neck, "We're busy right n-" He was cut off by Moretti's fist straight in his face.

He fell back into the wall but Moretti didn't stop, he kept on hitting and hitting him until Ricardo crumpled to the floor.

He was knocked out on the ground and with a sigh, I took the opportunity to finish my job. Since he couldn't fight me, I resorted to just using a syringe to end him.

Once that was done, I pulled down my dress and adjusted my straps. "Was that necessary?" I growled at Moretti, his eyes focused on my disheveled hair and smeared lipstick.

As soon as he regained some composure and closed the door back, the scolding started. "I hired you to kill these men, not let them do whatever they want to you. Do not make me regret ever trusting you, or else." I turned away from him, angry, and he pulled me to look back towards him. "Turns out the Psycho is just a slut." His voice and deep and mad.

This bitch. I couldn't stay quiet any longer. "You hired me to do what I do. This is what I do. And please, tell me where I asked you to trust me? You can't. That shouldn't come as such a shock. It's not in my job description to be a victim of your jealously-fueled outbursts.

"They're dead, so where's my cut?" I held out my hands. He laid the cash harshly in my grasp and I left the closet without a second thought.

I'm going back to the mansion and packing my fucking things.