Diary of a Hitwoman (Part 3)

PART 3 - THE CONTRACT

The same night at the house in Paris...

She composed herself, hid the gun once again and proceeded up the stairs. Each step from her high heeled shoes on the marble stairs seemed to echo everywhere and she was relieved to finally reach the thick carpeted areas of his inner sanctum. It took her several minutes to negotiate her way to his bedroom and she was alert all the way in case he had heard the noise downstairs and was waiting for her.

She gingerly pushed open the door to the bedroom and there he was sprawled across the bed in his boxer shorts, totally oblivious to his fate.

‘Don’t be shy, come in’ he said. ‘I think you will find everything in the room is perfect for us. The Champagne has been cooling but my passion for you hasn’t’.

She entered the room through the doorway, walked over to the bed and raised the gun. There was a look of abject horror in his eyes. He half looked behind her to see where Gerard and Phillippe were but soon realised he could expect no rescue from that quarter.

‘Who are you , what do you want?’ he shouted.

‘I’ve come to kill you’ she answered simply.

‘Listen to me. I am a very rich man. Whatever they are paying you I will double it. Do you hear? I will double it’.

‘I’m sorry but accepting your money would not do my reputation any good. I’m afraid I have got to kill you’ .

‘You bitch, you stinking bitch’ he shouted. ‘You think I enjoyed being with you. You are nothing, a nobody. Touch me and my whole organisation will hunt you down. You are nothing but a whore’.

Something inside of her snapped and she pulled the trigger. She suddenly realised what he had been doing. He had goaded her and she had acted before she was ready. The shot had hit him but because of her unprofessional actions she had not followed through. Now suddenly he had leaped across the bed and grabbed her gun hand before she had a chance to compose herself once more. As her arm was forced upward she fired but this time the bullet flew straight into the ceiling. Again she fired and the bullet crashed into the crystal chandelier hanging above the bed. The struggle for the gun continued and they both lost balance and were on the bed still locked in mortal combat. She was on top and she couldn’t understand why. A sudden realisation hit her as to why his superior strength had not subdued her. His right arm was limp shattered by her first shot and he was now restricted to using one arm. The pain must have been intense for him and it was only the fact that he was involved in a life or death struggle which kept him from slipping into unconsciousness.

As he had only one arm operational her winning option was clear. Gerard and Phillippe had always searched her for hidden weapons but tonight they never got the chance. She had been using both hands against his one good hand to ensure that she kept grip of the gun she had used to kill the bodyguards. What she did now was simplicity itself. She quickly but surely moved her left hand down to her thigh where she had concealed a small pistol for emergencies such as this. She deftly pulled the gun from her holster and in a fraction of a second it was clear of her leg. A body shot with such a small gun would have unpredictable consequences and she would have only one chance with it.

With a sudden explosion of primal energy applied to her wrist he had finally shaken the first gun away from her right hand and it fell onto the carpeted floor. He almost look pleased with himself sure that the tide was turning his way. Then his triumph turned to terror as he felt something hard and metallic against his temple. His life had been full of beautiful women and he had one last vision of the most beautiful woman he had ever met before she cruelly ended his life.

Wednesday AM... The following month. 

She was back in London awaiting news of her next fashion shoot. She had never quite made it to the top of the modeling world.. ‘Her heart’s not really in it’ was the scathing comment from Estelle, one of her more successful fellow models. Nevertheless it gave her a steady stream of work and acted as a good cover story for her frequent trips abroad. The phone in the room rang.

"Claudia?" the man’s voice enquired.

"Carl?" was her reply.

"Listen, there’s a contract out on you. We need to talk’.

An hour later she left for a rendezvous with her contact. She was taking no chances.  She double checked her weapon of choice before leaving her hotel room.