That Night

One

Katies POV
As I sat down on the bed, I looked around the room. For a sick, cruel man that thinks it's okay to objectify women, he keeps a pretty tidy home. Typically men like this have a small crappy one-bedroom apartment that seems to never be cleaned. As the door open, I smiled at the older man, maybe late 50s. he closed the door, locking it, and I smiled. "Mr fogger, you have a lovely place." I complimented. "thank you, dear." he said, and I smiled.

"What are the plans for the night?" I asked, turning to the window. I looked down at the pool and the perfectly cut lawn. I chuckled. "I don't have one." he said, and I turned. "tell me... how do you have tome to keep your yard and house looking so neat?" I asked, and he smiled. "I have help; a gardener, housekeeper, and whatnot. Why do you ask?" I smiled, sitting on the bedside in front of him. "oh, no reason, really. just wanted to know how you keep up when I assume you spend most of your time finding women." I said, crossing my legs. "excuse me?" he asked.

I stood up and walked around the room to the door. "you know the ones you drug then rape." I said, and he chuckled. "I have no idea what you're talking about. It's quite rude of you to assume that of me. we just spent the whole night together." I nodded. "that we did." I said. "you say you dint drug them?" I asked, and he shook his head. "I would never do that to a woman!" he said, and I nodded. "drink my wine." I hissed, and he looked at me. I looked to the bedside table. "go on, take a sip from both glasses." I said, and I narrowed my eyes.

His eyes shifted, and he took quick steps to me. Before he could touch me, I ducked under him, grabbing my knife from my shoe and threw it. I looked at my throw. "damn, missed." I mumbled."missed?" he asked, falling to the ground. "yes, I missed your heart. Problem his your kidney." I said and pulled my knife from his back and pushed him onto his back. He groaned. "this is why you down mess with women, sir." I said and slit his throat. "oops," I mumbled and wiped the blade on his blazer.

I stood up from my kneeled position. "done." I said and opened the door. "another nice kill, ms black." my boss Michael told in my earpiece. "It's what I do, sir," I said as I walked out the front door to the car. I looked to my boss as he was in the divers' seat. "really, really smooth black." he said once again. I took out my earpiece. "thanks," I said

We made our way back to the warehouse. I looked out the window at all the houses passing by, and I took a breath. "at least this wasn't an innocent life." I said, and he sighed. "I can't deal with the remorse again, Katie. You know we have to send messages once in a while when it seemed others are getting comfortable." "doesn't make it right." I mumbled, and he turned into the parking garage. "Look, you're our best, and I can't help but send you on the assignments. You get them done the cleanest." I nodded but didn't verbally respond.

I got out of the car and walked to mine. "good work tonight." he said one last time. Nodded and got in the car. I started my car, turning on soft music, and drove out.

Okay, let me introduce myself now. My name is Katherine Black; I go by Katie to most people. I am 25 years old and I am a very petite girl. I am five feet, and I weigh about 115 pounds. I joined a gang based team when my mother was sick. She had ovarian cancer, and we did not have the money to pay for her treatments, so I joined the group. Medicines didn't work. I lost my mother six months ago. I can't leave the gang. No one can go unless kicked or killed. Basically, they are both the same because they won't allow you to roam the streets with what you know. I am my team's hitman. I make most of the killing, innocent lives I have taken. If I refuse an assignment, I'm at risk of punishment. It can be as simple as a payment cut short or as extreme as death. They don't care about me. If they had to, they would have no problem killing me. I have been apart of the gang for two years. The time I've spent with them means nothing. Micheal makes that clear often. None of us mean anything to him. We are just hands to do his dirty work. That's all.

I am a very paranoid person when I am unarmed for my size and what I've seen. I know what men are capable of, women also for that matter, although it is rare. It happens. I can easily be thrown into a car if I am grabbed right, and I can't hit the attacker with my legs, arms, or head. Yes, I have been trained to fight, but I am a small girl, and there nothing I can do if I can't get to a weapon or throw a punch. I'm just not strong enough id a grown man who has me pinned. I will not let my ego tell me I can when I know I can't. If I let my ego tell me I'm the strongest woman of my size, I'm in for a rude awakening—one real rude one.

I pulled into a bar parking lot and got out of the car. I got out and locked my car.

"hi there, sexy." an old man shot at me. "fuck off." I snapped, and he smirked. I hate men. All of them, I have never met a good man.

My father was so shit, it's funny. He was a lowlife drunk who beat his wife, daughter, and son till he died of liver failure. None of us shed one tear at the bastard's funeral. Yes, I have one brother. His name is Ryan Black, he did not support my devotion to joining a gang. He left shortly when our mother passed. I understand it; he is one good example of a good man. He has a wife, Mae, and one six-month-old daughter, Nila. Mom passed about a week before Nila was born. It was a rough week, but he put it down for his wife a daughter. Ryan doesn't hate me; he just doesn't want his family around me. I agreed with him. I was there when Nila was born, though. I am involved in big things, Like holidays and other things.

I sat down that the bar and smiled at the familiar face of the bartender. "Emily," I said and smiled. "Hi, hun." She said and handed me a vodka cranberry on rocks. "Thanks." I said, and she nodded. "of course." she then went back to work. She doesn't try to keep a conversation with me because she knows I'm very private about my work, and I down talk about personal things in case of who might be around.

A middle-aged man with thinning hair sat next to me and sighed. I paid no attention. "so you alone?" he asked in a raspy, slurred voice. "what's it to you?" I wondered and covered the top on my glass. "snappy," I smiled and looked at him. "look, I don't want any attention from men like you." I said and smiled sweetly. I dropped my smile and took a sip. "that's not how you talk to your elders, miss." he placed his hand on my thigh, and I smacked his hand. He laughed and then turned to me.

My eyes shifted to a table with four men that seemed to be around my age, one of which had eyes fixated on the man talking to me. I know that look. His lips tightly pressed into a line, and his hand tightly wrapped around the glass; its shaking indicates he's not very happy. His gaze did not move from the man. I know those tells because I do the same thing when I see something I don't like—for example, a man coming onto an unwilling woman.

I turned my gaze back to the older man. I looked at my drink. I wasn't paying enough attention to know if he slipped something in it. I was too focused on the gentleman that looks like he wants to kill this pig for touching my thigh. Not to mention he was a very good looking man.

"what are you drinking?" he asked, and I stared at him blankly. I looked over the bar and saw the sink. I held my drink over the sink and looked at him as I poured it out. "nothing." I said, and he narrowed his eyes. yep, he slipped me something. "Em!" I called, and she turned. "refill." I said. "new glass, please." I said, and he scoffed. she nodded. "bitch." he mumbled, and I chuckled.

He grabbed my wrist, and I flinched as he pulled my hand under the bar. My heart rate increased, and I lifted my ankle, trying to retrieve my knife. I couldn't feel it. I panicked and tried to get free. I cached to my waist. Nothing? I played my evening back from right before this back and realized I put my gun in my glove compartment and my knife in on the passenger seat because I cleaned it and didn't put it back!