Shame On You

Boom

I sit at the dinner table batting my eyelashes fake giggling eating my dinner in the empty restaurant I convinced Keith to rent out.

The waiter comes back "enjoying your dessert?" he asks "very much
so!" I smother my words with laughter.

"Bring out some whip cream" keith orders for me like he's done this entire night which only makes this easier.

I don't like begin told what the fuck to do. Especially not by a white privilege middle aged man. Who's old enough to be my father.

He gives me a wink I smile looking away appearing to be affected by his not so charming antics.

I look behind me seeing my car in perfect hiding spot in plain sight. My head rolling my eyes almost sick of myself how do people like men like him controlling
willing to drug you for sex.

"The chef has left Mr. Martin is there anything I can get for you?" the waiter says setting down the whip cream. I pop of ths cap as I put it on my finger before seductively licking it off.

I bite my lip he slides a hundred dollar bill in the guys pocket "go take a long walk" he dismisses the waiter who looks pleased as he heads out the front door he thinks I drank the vodka I saw him put a ghb packet inside it.

So me acting a little brainless helps. I keep giggling taking a sip i then spit it out on the floor when he turns away it's dark carpet so you don't notice.

I arch my brow finally. That took forever. "I have you all alone" I mutter smiling he nods with that sickening gleam in his eyes. That he thinks he can take advantage of me."I need my purse I must have left it in the bathroom" I mutter whining after appearing drugged.

"can you go get it for me please?" I ask silly giving him puppy dog eyes "anything for you." He says kissing my hand I smile as he walks off to the bathroom.

I run my hand up the slit in my dress grabbing the bomb strapped to my thigh. I stick it to the bottom of the table pushing down on the red button. I take on last bite of my food as my black dress drags behind me. I then stand up leaving.

"Bye bye Keith thanks for dinner" I whisper grinning. "I enjoyed it. I hope you enjoy hell."

I leave out the fancy expensive restaurant walking on the marble floor by the entrance knowing I have about 40 seconds left to get gone I head straight for my car I parked here this morning my black Bugatti Chiron. He picked me up in a limo it was perfection.

The dark city appears unbothered and so do I.
I click the keys opening the doors I sit inside seeing Keith look around for me hiding my lips part the building goes up in flames I'm speeding off out down the street out or harms way.

My smile plays brightly.

I look back at my gold watch discarding it in a nearby sewer. My lips press together.

I check my phone
mission completed.
I start smirking like true sadist.

"It's you not me sorry we couldn't work out." I whisper messaging him that. With a kiss emoji:

I speed off faster gripping the steering wheel as car go off and the pink fire behind mine rumbles a loud noise the engine going a fast as possible.

Sirens blurry in the back the smoke heavy in the sky.

Next mission : Dante Vitellio
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I wake up my eyes tired I shift in my white pillows looking out the large city windows I see Alessia asleep next to me sucking on her thumb. I smile taking a picture such a pretty girl. I lean down kissing her head "Your so beautiful princess." I kiss her cheek. I send the picture to Dante. I toss my head back. Very much Facebook mom.