Lies

If you want something, you have to put effort to it. Actually I have a better way to settle things and I do believe that 'a little lie won' hurt'. Growing up aside from my gun and bullets, LYING became my best friend. Oh c'mon don't deny yourself the benefits. Way back in high school, all girls were so pumped up to become the class rep for the upcoming promenade. What I did was the most clever thing, I got to be the class rep and guess what the PROM QUEEN myself .Wondering how I got the post? Simple, I just lied and spread nasty rumors about the other contestants and voila fortune's on my side. Take it from me once you start lying it becomes second nature to breathing.

Ace had  a great time reminiscing her first exposure to parties. She popped her lips as she finishes applying a dark red matte lipstick. As for her eyes, she wore grey contacts, just enough to hide its natural shade. For the creases she swiped a warm brown base mixed with a hint of black transition color to create that sophisticated smokey eye look. Wrapping it up with a sassy winged eye liner.

Taking a closer look on the mirror as she  puts on her mascara. Then she leans back unlocking the rods on her head to reveal the luscious and bouncy curls she has set herself. Pinning some on the hair away from her face to achieve that classy pin up style. Her skin looked stunning like a celebrity with the yellow lightbulbs reflecting on the mirror. 

Then  zipping the long black satin gown on the side. Since she’s a  bit more conscious about her breasts so she just had it backless. Revealing a skull tattoo at the end of her spine. It perfectly fits the shape of her body; the hip length slit on the right makes her move freely in it. 'ONE NIGHT, ONE LIE.'  She mouthed and smiled wickedly, then grabbed  a silver purse and left.

***

Maximillian Rutherford a.k.a Max, a certified mobster. All his casinos are a hit in the country, but what others don't know about--- he gains money not just on his declared assets. Underground mob fights is his specialty. I don't know how on earth did  he end up in a situation where the person who hired me, wants him dead tonight. Maybe the scenic underground is too small for them to share. 

She pressed  a seductive smile on her lips as she gets a glass of red wine. Even the waiter fell victim for her sex appeal. She needed to close his mouth and tapped his right cheek to get him back to his senses. Before swaying her way towards him. A forty-year old man but seeing his built you can hardly tell he's that old, and yes too bad for him he'll never get older.

Right on purpose she spilled a glass of wine on his white tux. "Gosh! I'm such a klutz, gee I'm so sorry I didn't intend-"

He cut her off using his right hand to convey a stop sign as he loosens his black bow tie. "My bad Miss?" He then gave her a comforting look.

"Carley Simons and you are?" She held out her hand to shake his. 

"Maximillian Rutherford, my friends call me Max and perhaps you could call me pops." 

Nice try grandpa but as I say it, every target is always worth each penny.

Furrowing her brows as if she's clueless and slightly tapped his shoulder with a dash of intimacy.

 "You gotta be kidding me, why would I call you pops? Such a shame if I do that to a dashing debonair like you, Max~"

That's it be consumed by the fires of my temptation.

"Excuse me Cedric, I'll be accompanying Ms. Simons to the party." He candidly ran his hand stroking her bared back and anchored it permanently on her hips. Such gentleman he is.

***

"Oh really? What coincidence lasagna is my favorite too." 

They  are now inside his study room. He's comfortably seated on his swivel chair while she clanged on his neck as she sat on his lap. 

"You're so funny Max...I like men with sense of humor; it's kinda sexy for me too,"  she teases.

Now she swiftly takes his coat off and started to unbutton the first two buttons of his formal shirt with her right hand. Then peals off the collar gently. At first she just strokes it with her index finger to tease him further. But she was dissatisfied by his face. He still doesn’t look dazed enough. So she unbuttoned three consecutive buttons this time.

Her hand gliding and eventually started circling her index finger on his exposed chest while biting her lower lip. Such a womanizer, the man even gulped twice and started caressing his fingertips against her bare back. If she wants to be awfully convincing, she really has to commit herself to look the part. No matter how much she wants to gouge her eyes out and puke at the same time.

How dare you bastard?

 "Not too fast dear, we'll get there. Would you want something to drink?" 

A nod meant a yes so she stood up still in the most seductive way possible. She even  tapped his lower chin to make him crave for more. That even just a few seconds apart he’d still be breatheless without feeling her warmth on his groin. She dances her way towards the table amusing him. Putting him into a deeper pit than he already is.

She grabs a whiskey bottle. Pouring it like a sexy bartender would. Plunging a couple of ice cubes on the glass. Then licking her pinky finger that she used to stir the drink. She even raises the glass for him to see.

Then mouthed, “the next one is yours baby.”

It was time for the magic trick. Pouring the whiskey on the second glass. Tossed some ice cubes in then popped the paralyzing pills in it next. There were no trace left as the pill oxidizes the moment it bathe in the bed of whiskey. A sexy chick plus alcohol is a perfect recipe for insanity. 

"Here you go Max, I made it myself, " she innocently smiles as she offers him the poisoned drink.

He aimed to kiss her but she moved away "Take a sip first and we'll settle the scores later...just a little more... baby." 

She purses her lips so he gulped the liquid vehemently. Even mirrors her smile too excited for his reward after the drink. After a quite some time something hits him. He looses grip of the glass. It fell to the ground then broke. She acted like she was terribly shocked to what's happening.

 "Baby, are you alright?Gosh!" she said panicky.

" It's alright baby...I just need my meds...Could you get it for me please? "

"S.sure thing babe.Where is it?"

"There...on the first d.drawer." He was gasping for air. Though he still managed to point at the table where she  took the whiskey. 

Just a little more.

She meant leaving the purse there a while ago. Popping it open and pull the hammer of her revolver. Then hid it behind her back, using her left hand and faced him. 

"Here I found it baby..."Dangling the medicine bottle in front of him. 

He was desperately craving for it as if his life depends on it. Because it does but not that she cares. He might survive the heart attack that pill is causing, so she came ready executing her plans. 

"Time for your meds baby." As she says that, she fired the revolver through the glass bottle and as it shutters into pieces the bullet pierced through Max's head.

A pun intended headshot.

"Your timing was great, thanks to those fireworks they never heard a thing." Ed just tapped her shoulder. Then a knock came after. 

"Boss Cedric's calling for you so open up..Boss? Boss! I'm coming in."

As the door jerks open Ace indiscriminately fired at the window. Abruptly kicking her heels on the side she made run for it.  Ignoring shards of glass piercing her feet and jumped through it. Though they have set up a bunch of fake garbage bags below with foam inside. The study room is still ten feet above the ground. 

They earned a few sprains, cuts and blisters from the thorny bushes below. Thankfully the guard dogs that are supposed to be there were  taken care of earlier. Ed's car was just a few meters away to where they landed. He rushed to the door, open it and  hopped in.

***

"Now what's the plan? This could be the end of me. Thanks to you," Ed hissed as she continues to slide bullets for a twelve-gauge shotgun. 

Peeking through the window and fired at the cars tailing them. Oh yes damn cars. They are being chased by Max's dogs unleashed. 

"It has always been me Ace huh? Here throw it." A hand grenade, she bit the pin and launched it to those eggheads.

Almost losing her balance in every swerve and drift. Ed's car tires are screeching against the road. One car even managed to get close and bumped the living hell out of them inside. Ed moved to right as a counter and they did the same. 

Ace is too damned to keep this going, she reached for Des at the back seat and started hitting on their empty heads. Their car went off track and fell over the fence leading to a deep cliff. She sat on the car window while Ed was doing his best to drive the fastest. Moving away from eminent danger.

"GO TO HELL BABIES!" She yelled and fired a machine gun this time. 

Killing a mobster is something you can never joke about. Gah! she's sweating but still looking gorgeous as she reloaded her gun. Hitting on their wheels and their car went flying, rolling, tossing and turning. These airheads were screaming in pain and agony. Ace just gave them a flying kiss as she hit on the last car then gets in.

"MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!"  She screamed to no one in particular.

Ed just smiled ingeniously, with his eyes on the road. He flicked a button from his car and it was LAWSON'S Juliet playing on the radio. While she tapped her fingers against the dashboard and  did a little head bang while pretending to hit on an imaginary drum set.