His Ungodly Touch

“Jen Davis.” The disguised voice on the phone says, and then chuckles. 

“I heard you are the best of the best...and not just in the country, but also in the entire world. That’s quite impressive.” The voice continues.

“I was not called for just praise, was I?” I ask him in a bored tone.

He has been trying to contact me for the past two years, and now that he has finally gotten in touch with me, he plays boss on the phone.

“No, of course not...I have a target for you.” He says and I smile. Finally, he’s speaking my language.

He’s playing music that I can dance to.

“Name?” I ask as I lick my lower lip. With memory like an elephant, I have no need to write down information.

“Robert Jones.” The voice says, and even though it is disguised, you can tell that the person hates this man.

“Title?” I pursue more information.

“The CEO of STARS.” He says the name and something clicks in my mind.

I know this CEO.

I have watched him hold grand dinner parties and host big events all around the country. He is on almost every TV screen, because everybody is talking about him.

He’s the gist of the decade.

Being in my line of work requires me to be at high class events, and so I have seen him in person a few number of times.

He’s as handsome as the people make him out to be, but also as vain as the rumors and small talk paint him.

He is a very easy target, though very peculiar. I will enjoy ending him.

Being the CEO unfortunately doesn’t come with protection against rumors. I heard that he is a huge sex addict, and that he slept his way up to power.

But again, those are rumors.

“Payment before delivery.” I say and the disguised voice laughs.

“Money is not a problem for me...I will have your money wired into your account before the day ends.” The disguised voice says happily.

“And, oh..Make it very grand, so that all the newspapers and talk shows can have something to feast on.” He adds, with a deep throaty laugh.

“Nice working with you.” I reply to him and then I end the call.

I place my phone in my tight leather pants and I look around my apartment. It’s pretty bare, considering I have been staying here for six months already.

I have no couch, or any form of furniture. I see all that as a waste of time, since I travel a whole lot.

Sadly, this time, I don’t get to fly across the world to kill a target worthy of me; but I need the money.

“Robert Jones.” I test his name on my tongue.

A simple name for a simple man.

My apartment is in a high rise building, and the windows are floor to ceiling. New York is pretty expensive, but I love the fact that I can blend in the population of the city so easily.

The sun is already setting, so I better get prepared.

I look down at the white crop top I’m wearing, and I see a small stain. That’s probably from when I had that microwaved Mac and cheese.

I wake up from the floor and I walk over to my room to retrieve my laptop. It’s on the mattress, which lays on the hardwood floor.

I pick up the machine and I walk back out into the living room area. The orange light from the setting sun gives the area an aesthetic feel.

I sit on the floor and I open the laptop. As soon as my fingers hits the keyboard on the machine, it doesn’t stop.

Soon I have googled and known all the information I need to know about this Robert Jones.

As I said, he’s simple.

I have killed people who worked with the president, killing a CEO will be a walk in the park for me.

There are so many weak points in his mansion, and tonight I’m going to be taking advantage of everyone of them.

Time flies by slowly and I wait for the exact moment to leave the apartment. It’s night now, which means it’s time for evil to crawl out.

I change into something comfortable, but yet stylish. I don’t have to wear masks, because how then would my targets see how hot their killer is.

I tie my blonde hair into a bun, and I stain dark red lipsticks on my lips. I’m wearing leather of course, it’s my favorite material.

Leather long boots, leather tight pants that shows the curve of my hips very well, and a black crop top, covered with a leather jacket.

I exit the apartment and I take the stairs instead of the elevator. This is my means of warming my muscles up.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I exit the building.

“Hot damn, girl.” A young man says to me as I climb on my dark sports motorcycle.

I look up at him and I give him a seductive wink, causing his jaw to drop.

I start my baby and in no time, I’m zooming towards the mansion of our country’s national playboy.

I hope he had all the women he could have, because tonight I’m wiping his existence from this earth like I’m erasing a bad drawing.

I make a slick turn and in no time, I am on a familiar street.

Not familiar because I have been here, but familiar because I did my research.

I slow the speed of my motorcycle, and I drive moderately. As I pass the houses in this neighborhood, I notice that everyone are already indoors.

All the houses on this street or block are big and fancy. And I mean all of them.

I continue my drive as I scan around, and I still see no one. I am not very far from the mansion now. I can already see the metal fencing.

From what I read online about the CEO, he doesn’t have many guards. And that’s because he is a huge fan of technology. He believes that it can protect him more than any human can.

He only has a security detail that are about five trained men. Some of them are war heroes he recruited, and the others have no form of information available for them online.

But that doesn’t scare me, if anything, it turns me on.

I continue my slow drive until I am at across the street from the mansion.

I see why they call it a mansion, instead of just a house; it’s huge.

I park my motorcycle and I get down. Standing from across the street here, you can see a few guards dressed in tux walking around in the yard.

They are probably patrolling.

I lift my arm and I look at the watch on my wrist. It’s 11:55 PM right now, but it’s at 12:00 that the magic happens.

I pull out a stick of gum from the pocket of my leather jacket and I unwrap it. I fold the wrapping like a small ball, while I throw the stick of gum in my mouth and begin to chew.

After five minutes, my watch buzzes on my wrist and I press a small black button on that puts it to sleep.

“Time for action.” I whisper to myself.

I walk towards the fencing of the house and I walk confidently towards the front gate.

As I said earlier, this guy is all about technology, and so there are tons of cameras here.

But I’m really good at avoiding cameras, so that isn’t a worry.

What I need right now is a distraction, for I already know the code that opens the gate.

Considering that this code gives anyone access to the entire house, the CEO sure did a crappy job at picking one.

The code is simply: 123098

Which was his student reference number when he was in college. I figured that out within a blink of an eye.

As I said, the CEO is a simple man.

All the cameras here functions by motion detection. So if I could have a lot of movement within one place, all the cameras would be turned in that direction.

I’m standing next to the fencing, but I’m disguised by a huge tree that grows right next to it. The branches and leaves are large and they do an excellent job at keeping me hidden.

I reach in my leather pocket for something I haven’t used in a while.

My pen bomb. It was made for me when I was in China. It doesn’t really hurt anyone, but it’s great at calling for attention.

I take out the small pen, and I press the red button on the top. A timer activates and I’m given about a minute to decide where I want to throw this bad boy.

I think a place that they would expect someone to attack should be where I should throw it.

And if you want to attack a place this huge, you destroy the front gate.

I bend down and roll the pen expertly towards the gate, causing the cameras to follow the movement.

Soon, a loud bang shakes the neighborhood and the gate flies open.

“Dynamo.” I say with a smirk as I begin to climb over the fencing.

All the cameras are now trained to the spot of chaos. A few cars in the neighborhood alarms are also going off.

I see five men run towards the shattered gate with guns that I don’t even know the name of.

I jump down into the yard and I run bravely in the open towards the house, with no one laying an eye on me.

Everyone is focused on what is happening at the entrance.

The door of the house is already open and I walk right in.

“Damn.” I hear someone say and my eyes meet the CEO.

Crap, this is not part of the plan.

“Baby girl, you’re hot as...” I pull my small pistol out of my leather jacket and it stops him from ending his sentence.

He lifts his hands in surrender as he studies my body.

“Eyes up here.” I say to him and he wets his lips.

“Room, now.” I say and he looks at me with hopeful eyes.

“Just get to the damn room before I blow your head off.” I threaten him as I roll my eyes.

He walks towards the staircase and I walk behind him. “Hurry.” I say and he clears his throat.

I see why so many women fall at his wit, he is hot as hell.

He is shirtless right now, and the sweatpants he’s wearing sags lowly. He is also very muscular and fit.

I really need to focus.

As he climbs up the stairs, the muscles on his back keeps grabbing my attention.

“It’s right over here.” He points at a huge door once we reach the top.

“You don’t speak unless you are spoken to.” I say and his eyes rudely goes to my bosom.

I look at him disgustingly. This man is such a pig.

“Open the door.” I tell him and he does exactly as he’s told.

He walks slowly in the room, but I aggressively push him in and shut the door; for I was hearing voices downstairs.

He falls on the ground from the push and he looks at me offended.

I lock the door and I smirk.

“Why the hell did you do that?” He asks as he tries to stand, but I land a solid kick in his mouth, causing him to fall back on the ground.

“Robert Jones, tonight is the night you meet your maker.”

His hands flies to his mouth instinctively as he groans in pain.

“Shhh.” I tell him as I raise my gun.

I’m not going to shoot him with the gun though, it’s too messy that way.

“What did I ever do to you?” He asks angrily.

“Me?” I point to myself.

“You did nothing to me. This is just penance for what you have done to someone else.” I say and he half cries, “Who?”

I chuckle darkly as I circle him. “It’s too late for that now.”

“Did somebody send you?” He asks desperately as he tries to stand again. I walk right close to him and I knee him in the stomach, causing him to fall right back to the ground.

“Aww, did that hurt?” I ask him as he rolls on the floor in pain.

He spurs cusses as he cries in pain.

I look around his room, and everything looks really expensive. But it’s not to my taste, it’s all too corny.

But I do like one thing about this room though, and it’s the fact that it’s sound proof.

He made it that way to be perverse, but now I get to use it to my benefit.

He tries to sit down and I let him. “Whatever they’re paying you, I can pay you double.” He says as he pants.

He seems out of breath.

I walk over to his king sized bed and I sit. “I don’t want your money.” I say to him as I smile.

“Then what do you want, lady?” He croaks out the words and I stare at his lips. He has a cut on it that looks really painful.

“I want you dead.” I say and he moans in pain.

I place the gun on the bed and I fish out a dagger out of my leather jacket’s pocket.

When his eyes land on the dagger, he yells, “Wait, wait!”

“You don’t want money, okay. How about..how about...” He stutters and I chuckle.

“Spit it out.” I say.

“How about sex? Yeah, how about sex?” He asks and I look at him surprised.

This is the first time that one of my targets have offered me something like this.