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“What do you mean you couldn't kill her! Silas, she saw you and Law kill Felix. Do you know what that means?!” I barked, cutting the smoke from my cigar with one sharp motion. “If she talks, everything goes sideways. No way I’m risking a PR nightmare. You had just one job.” Law smirked, pushing his glasses up. “I told you to let me handle him. Silas has gone soft.”He remarked. Silas didn’t flinch as he folded his hands. “I have watched her for a week and last night I set up surveillance at her house. So far she's not said a word to anyone. I will not kill her and neither will any of you.” Silas stated. I leaned back, on my chair. Missed kills were rare for Silas, as between all three of us he's the least merciful. Something about that woman must've made him stall and that makes her even more dangerous. “I'll have Baron stage a robbery gone wrong and she will be in the middle of the cross fire.” I said. “Very easy, it will leave no link to us.”Law nodded in approval. Silas’s mouth quirked into something like a grin. “Or you could just spare her life and instead make use of her in our own way. ”He said. I glared at him, he's on to something. “What use would a mere church girl like her serve?” Law asked. “A new toy for us to have fun with. The last ones broke, we can't afford to waste money scouting for a new toy.” Silas adds. “She’ll be useful. We'll mess with her, break her a little, and the rest will fall into place.” I let the words spill. Law’s protest died in a half-smile. “Fine. But this is indulgent.” “Not until we’re done having fun.” I tapped ash into the tray. “And don’t be reckless, no sloppy deaths this time.” I add. Law flicked his lighter and raised his hand to toast. “To patience and new toy. ” Our glasses clinged. The little bunny had no idea the wolves were watching. ~~~~~~ Billie. I got the job, there was no interview or background check. Just a two-line email: You’re hired, start tomorrow and wear black. The pay was ridiculously high, two hundred an hour. I shoved my phone, lip balm, my lucky pen. “You sure about this job, babe? What if it’s… sketchy?”Brian asked. “It’s rich people money. We need it,” I said, zipping up my bag . “And it's better than Judy’s overbearing shifts.” “ But still. It's too good to be true.” He said with a lot of doubt. “We are just lucky. We could finally save up for a house and try IVF.”I assured holding his hands. His shoulders softened at the thought of that. We have been trying for a baby, but I'm barren. He sighed and kissed my cheek. “Fine. But if anything feels off, call me.” I nodded, popped my daily pill, and swallowed it with a splash of water. It helps with migraines and nightmares. Keeping me steady enough. I smiled, kissed him once more, and headed out. This job was our shot at a better life. ~~ The mansion swallowed my car whole. I gasped as I drove. Ceiling to floor windows and lawns cut so perfectly. Security was ridiculous though. I had to pass five checkpoints before the gate finally eased. As I eased past the last barrier, a crew in black uniforms hauled sealed crates into a truck. Seeing so many men in matching suits made my skin prickle. I brought my car to a halt. A man in a charcoal suit tapped my window. “This way, Miss Smith.”He said. Inside the mega mansion, men in suits drifted through hallways. The guide stopped at a heavy office door and gestured I enter. Nervously holding my sling bag I entered. My eyes widened at the sight of the man behind the desk. I immediately recognized him as the man from the drive-through the other day. Up close, he was strikingly handsome. He barely looked up from his desk, his lips formed a small smile. “So you must be Billie Smith.” He said finally looking at me. “Yes, sir.”I said, steadying my voice. He rose, walked around the desk toward me and stopped an inch away. “Hmm…indeed.”He muttered, nodding slowly. “When can I start?”I asked. His eyes navigated all over me. I had to look at myself to ensure I didn't look less professional. I felt an urge to test whatever this man was. I told myself not to, but part of me wanted to see what happened if I stepped out of line. But not today, I needed this job. Brian and I wouldn't survive another fight about money. He dropped a sleek black package on the desk. “That’s your uniform. You’ll be cleaning Lilith. But first, sign this.”He said. He slid a thick contract across the table with no explanation or small talk. His eyes slightly narrowed, it was a look that made me feel like he already owned me. Desperation made me stupid and I signed. When I opened the package, my jaw dropped. It was a see through tiny tight top and a microscopic skirt. He went back to his seat, relaxing on it as he drank my reaction. “This can’t be the uniform, sir. ” I said. “It is.” He said stroking his jaw. “It’s inappropriate. Kindly give me another uniform.”I answered, placing it on the desk. “Beggers can't be choosers. Now go and make sure everything is spotless.”He dismissed me. I swallowed the retort burning on my tongue took the so-called uniform and walked out. I went upstairs turned right past several rooms and into an open bedroom. Likely his, judging from the cologne and the ridiculous orderliness. I opened the closet, grabbed one of his black shirts and a pair of shorts, that smelled just like him. If he wanted a cheap slut, he picked the wrong maid. I rolled up the sleeves, tied the hem at my waist. Then walked back downstairs and searched for the room labelled Lilith. The moment I opened it, the scent of bleach gave me a nostalgic calm feeling. I could see myself in a cabin, with a single bed to the corner, a chair and a window overlooking the moon. The image vanished as fast as it came. I shook my head, gripping the mop tighter. “Time to earn my pay.” I muttered taking a deep breath.LAW.I'd stared down men who begged for their lives without blinking. I'd given orders that kept grown men awake at night. And somehow, standing in my own kitchen staring at my reflection in the dark window, I felt more personally insulted than I had in years.It was Pale yellow with short sleeves, straining across my shoulders like they'd been sewn for a smaller man out of spite. Black shorts with squeaky white clogs. A turquoise apron with a cartoon chicken grinning up at me, and a name tag pinned crooked over my heart.KAREN.I considered, briefly, whether this counted as grounds to walk back on the deal.Then I remembered I'd agreed to let her choose the punishment. I was a man of my word. Unfortunately.Billie walked in, took one look at me, and lost it completely.She tried to cover her mouth. It didn't help.I gave her a flat stare and let her circle me like she was inspecting new stock."You look employable," she said, wiping her eyes. "For the first time in your life.""Are y
Billie.I watched Leon’s gaze settle on me first. Then it moved to Law, still leaning against the wall with that faint smirk that never quite reached his eyes. Finally it landed on Silas, who hadn’t moved an inch since I walked in.“Fine. For a month, you get to do whatever you want with the three of us. No objections.”Leon’s voice cut through the quiet.My eyes slightly widened. They were actually taking it seriously. I had thrown the demand out half expecting them to laugh, twist it, or remind me exactly whose house I was standing in. Instead Leon had just… agreed. Like it was a business term he’d already decided to accept.“Is there anything else?” he asked.I shook my head once. “Not at the moment.”“Ella. Follow me.”Baron’s voice came from the doorway.Ella’s eyes flicked to mine, they were wide. I stepped forward before anyone else could move and pulled her into a quick, tight hug.“It’s okay,” I whispered against her hair. “He won’t hurt you.”She nodded against my shoulder,
LEON.She walked in on her own two feet.That was the part I kept circling back to as I watched her cross the room—no one dragging her, no one's hand around her arm, just Billie, spine straight, chin up. Duchess trailed a step behind, twisting her hands together like she was rehearsing an apology she hadn't been asked for yet. Ella stayed close enough to Billie's shoulder that the two of them might as well have been one silhouette in the doorway.Billie was afraid. I could see it in the tight line of her jaw, the way her fingers curled slightly at her sides like she was fighting the urge to fold her arms across her chest and armor up. But she wasn't on her knees the way half the people who walked into this room eventually ended up.That, more than anything, told me exactly who I was dealing with now."Don't touch them," she said, before anyone had said a single word to her. "Duchess and Ella. Whatever you're planning, it's not theirs to answer for."Law leaned back against the wall,
Billie. The gunfire stopped, but none of us moved.We stayed pressed into the corner of the basement long after the silence had gone on too long to trust. Duchess had her hand flat against the door like she could feel through it whether it was safe. Ella's grip on my arm hadn't loosened once."We can't stay down here forever," I finally whispered."We're not going up until I know," Duchess said, unsure how long that would take.It was another twenty minutes before she eased the door open.The house upstairs looked like something out of a nightmare. Glass everywhere,the kitchen window gone entirely, curtains shredded and hanging in strips. The smell of gunpowder still hung thick in the air and sharp enough to make my eyes water.There were bodies, near the back door. Three of them filled with holes and from the way they were stacked on top of each other. I knew immediately this wasn't the work of whoever had been shooting at us."Duchess."I said in a shaky voice. She stepped past
Billie.“Are they brothers?”Duchess glanced at me over the rim of her glass. “Who?”“The three of them.”She gave a short laugh. “No. Not by blood.”I frowned. “Then how are they so…”“Attached?” She finished for me.I nodded.Duchess leaned back in her chair. “They grew up together in the same orphanage. They were three boys with no families and nowhere to go.”“All three?”“They were practically a package deal.”I couldn’t help a small smile. “And someone adopted all three?”She nodded. “A married couple. They couldn’t have children of their own, so they took the boys in.”She took a sip of the wine. “Were they good parents?” I asked.Duchess snorted. “Their mother was… unconventional.”I raised an eyebrow.“Let’s just say she had very few boundaries and an impressive collection of things children should never have known existed.”I stared at her.“Their father wasn’t much better,” she continued. “Mob business. He wasn’t interested in raising innocent boys. He raised three succ
Law.Two days.Two fucking days and we still couldn’t find her. She hadn’t taken a single bag, not even a change of clothes. That was what kept circling in my head. How the fuck did she walk out of this house with nothing?Silas had the surveillance footage running on the main screen. Leon stood off to the side, phone pressed to his ear. “Stop,” I said.Silas froze the frame. In the far corner of the exterior camera, almost lost in the shadows, a blurry figure slipped into a dark car. The headlights never came on. The vehicle simply rolled forward and disappeared.“Replay it.”He did. I wrote down the plate number the second it became clear enough. Running it took less than a minute. The car was registered to a private company out of Toronto.Strange.Silas slammed his fist against the keyboard hard enough to make the desk rattle. “She’s gone. Just fucking gone.”He scrubbed the timeline backward until the kitchen feed filled the screen. Billie stood at the counter eating pizza, hum
Law.“We ship on the designated route. Everything’s been handled, so don’t screw this up,” I snapped into the phone. I gave clear instructions, yet half my crew acted like they had a collective lobotomy.I hung up and walked through the hallway, as I scrolled through shipment logs. Leon said the n
Billie.“Order for fries, diet Coke, and crispy fried heart attack, last one!” Milly chirped. “That customer’s a no-show. The place is empty.”I replied. “Shit,” she winced. “Dan left early for some family emergency. Please deliver it? I swear, I’ll pay your Uber. If Malcolm gets a customer compla
Billie. By morning, I had made up my mind. I was going back to the devils mansion. I came up with a story about being sick yesterday and hoped they would buy it.The men were already gone when I arrived, so I slipped into my uniform and started with cleaning chores. First Law’s room, then Silas’s
Billie. "So how was work, babe?" Brian asked as we sat down for dinner."It went well. It's at a swanky estate that's really secure and super clean," I replied, taking a sip of the orange juice. My phone buzzed just then. A notification popped up from my bank: $3050 deposited. He even added a $50







