Benny Lafitte Novels & Stories

I’m pretty sure I have the perfect life. We head out the glass exit doors and into a busy road full of taxi cabs.Sean leads me past all of them to a matte black SUV. Our chauffeur hauls our two heavy suitcases into the trunk and in the next moment, we speed off into the direction of the ocean. *** We watched the sun slowly descend over the melting horizon from our beach-front villa. We lounge lazily on a big swinging chair on the wooden porch, cuddling close. “You’ve outdone yourself, Mister Saunders” I said, as I tucked myself in closer to his side and nuzzled my head into his neck.

She'd suffered internal damages and bled to death as a result of his attentions. I'm trying to track this particular specimen down as we speak. Two of the others had been used in underground snuff films. We'd already found and dealt with the sick fucks involved in that debacle. It wasn't easy linking these people to their crimes since out of necessity they were very secretive, but sometimes we got lucky and once we pulled a string the whole ball of wax unraveled.

She says and again, I really want to rip the bitch's head right off her body, she is just so rude. "It’s about the target, Mr. Bennett. Why do you want to kill him anyways? He doesn’t seem like a bad person and from the little I have seen; he is an extremely nice person. What could someone like him have done to make him deserve death?" I say and the line goes silent for a while.