The two dark wraiths slid silently through the magnificent Tuscany villa. They were both dressed in black leather, tight pants, calf high boots and sleek jackets. Their hands were gloved and they both wore black ski masks. They climbed the stairs to the second floor and quickly found the master bedroom. The safe was in the closet, just where Pierre Moreau said it would be. Catwoman and Angelique worked quickly with the electronic equipment provided by Moreau. The safe popped open in a matter of minutes and Catwoman and Angelique both smiled triumphantly as they pulled out two sacks. Money was piled high on the shelves and the two criminals worked quickly, snatching one bundle after another. "Damn this guy is loaded," Angelique said, the thrill of robbery still rich and vibrant inside her.
"Former ambassador to the Court of St. James and Italian philanthropist," Catwoman said. "Plus a major industrialist in this country".
"Seems to have done quite well," Angelique said, thumbing her leather gloves through an especially thick wad of lira.
"Yes...and so are we," Catwoman said, clutching another bundle and placing it in the sack.
"You don't suppose some of this loot was intended for charity?" Angelique asked.
"Oh, knowing this fucking do-gooder, he was probably planning to help the poor and hungry," Catwoman said.
"Oh that's so sad," Angelique said, grabbing more bundles. "Breaks my heart.
"Yes," Catwoman said. "So sad to think we're going to be enjoying ourselves on the Riviera at the expense of others. By the way..."..
"What?".
"Make sure we steal it all". Angelique laughed as she finished snatching the last of the money. "Now," she said. "For the good stuff".
"Yes," Catwoman said, pulling open one of several drawers in the bottom of the safe. Both women gasped as they stared at the opulent jewellery, diamond necklaces, ruby pendants, glittering gems of magnificence. "Hot damn!" Angelique said. "What a fucking haul".
Catwoman smiled, her eyes sparkling beneath the ski mask. "Yes," Catwoman said. "Tonight we are truly master criminals". Together they sunk their greedy leathered hands into the jewellery and quickly removed each and every one. It was a magnificent heist.
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Pierre Moreau examined the jewellery carefully, one by one. He put down his magnifying glass. "Well done both of you," he said in his thick French accent. "Well done indeed. You are both superb....and almost finished".
"Almost," said Catwoman. "What else could there possibly be?" They were sitting in a plush penthouse suite in one of Rome's finest hotels. Catwoman lit a cigarette and offered one to Angelique. She accepted and let Catwoman light it for her. She was four years older, no longer a girl but a full-grown woman, blonde and beautiful. She and Angelique had spent four years in France with the great Pierre Moreau and had learned much Their training had been thorough. He had taught them everything he knew about crime and much more: world politics and geography, culture, philosophy, economics, finance, archaeology, literature criminology, electronics. They now spoke three languages: English, French and Spanish.
e had made them keep up there physical fitness. They were proficient in karate and judo, they could climb, swim and run with ease. He had been a difficult task-master, he accepted nothing but maximum effort every day for four years. But they learned it all, absorbing everything he said. "There is one more step you must take," Moreau said. "It is an important one".
"What is it," Catwoman said, taking a drag off her cigarette. He looked at them gravely.
"Murder," he said.
"What?" Angelique asked in astonishment.
"You heard me Cherie," Moreau said. "Murder".
"Why?" Angelique asked. Catwoman sat quietly, smoking her cigarette.
"You must listen to me carefully," Moreau said.
"You have done well but the life of crime that you intend to lead will be difficult. Rewarding but difficult. Murder will be a necessary part. To be a criminal you must be cold, ruthless, calculating. And totally without remorse".
"We have killed," Angelique said. "We killed those goons in the Nevada heist".
Moreau nodded. "That was self-defence. This will be pre-mediated".
Catwoman nodded. "He is right love," she said. "It is necessary".
"Cat!" Angelique said, looking at her partner.
"Angel," Catwoman said. "I told you when we got started that I want to be the greatest criminal in the world. And I intend to be. And Mr. Moreau is right. Murder is a part of that. It will make us complete".
"It is evil,'; Angelique said quietly.
"We are evil," Catwoman laughed. "Evil incarnate. And we must be so totally...as Mr. Moreau said, without remorse".
"You really believe that?" Angelique said.
"With all my heart," Catwoman replied.
Moreau nodded. He looked at Angelique. "You must too". Angelique said nothing
"Are you with me love?" Catwoman asked. Angelique looked at her and took a long drag off her cigarette.
"Always".
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Their target was the Tuscany villa. They dressed well for the occasion. Catwoman wore black leather boots, long black leather pants and a grey sweater covered by a fur-lined black leather jacket. Black leather gloves completed the ensemble. Angelique wore black latex pants and a leather jacket, Nazi-henchman boots and gloves. Neither wore masks. There would be no witnesses. They drove the Alfa-Romeo up the winding road and parked it right out front. Dark heavy clouds filled the night sky. The humidity was cool but thick. They got out of the car quickly.
Catwoman looked at Angelique. "You ready my love?".
Angelique fingered a Beretta F2 inside her jacket. She took a deep breath. "Yes". she said with determination.
"Good, because there's no turning back". Catwoman said. Angelique drew herself next to Catwoman, pressing her firm body next to hers and placed a kiss on her lips.
"Never," Angelique said. Their second kiss was deep and long and hard. Angelique felt her nipples harden and something stir down below. Catwoman broke the embrace and rang the doorbell. They both felt their hearts pound and their bodies tingle. Sweat moistened their palms. After several long moments, the door opened. An elderly man dressed in a severe black suit answered the door. "Good evening," the butler said, looking over the two erotically-clad women standing on the doorstep. "Is there something we can do for you?".
"Good evening," Catwoman said. "We are here to see Mr. and Mrs.Ferrari".
"I don't think you are expected," the butler said.
"Oh I know we are not," Catwoman said.
"Then I think perhaps you should leave," the butler said.
"I think not," Catwoman said. She pulled out her Beretta. The silencer was screwed on tight. She aimed and pulled the trigger. PPhhhhhffftttt!!! The bullet ripped through the butler's heart. He clutched at the wound and blood seeped through his fingers. He staggered and fell face first on the hard concrete doorstep. Catwoman smiled. "After you..". she said to Angelique, holding out her hand and directing her inside.
Angelique walked in. They stood silently and listened. A voice came from the study. Tazio," said a voice. "Who is it?".
Catwoman smiled and crept down the hall. Angelique followed. They found the study. An elderly couple sat on a couch drinking cognac. They were astonished when Catwoman and Angelique walked in. Mr. Ferrari wore a tweed suit. He had gray hair and glasses. Mrs. Ferrari was small and petite. A blue shawl was draped around her shoulders.
"My God," Mr.Ferrari said. "Who are you two and where is Tazio?".
"Tazio is dead," Catwoman said.
"What?" Mr. Ferrari said. "My God....who are you two and what do you want?".
"Guess," Catwoman said. She and Angelique both drew their weapons. The Ferraris just stared in horror. "Oh my god," Mrs. Ferrari said. "Please.....what is it. I beg you. Leave us alone. We have done nothing".
"It doesn't matter," Catwoman said. Tears formed in the lady's eyes. Mr.Ferrari started to stand. Catwoman aimed her weapon and pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through Mr. Ferrari’s head, exploding through the forehead and into his brain. He was dead instantly.
"Oh no....oh no...". Mrs.Ferrari said, the tears flowing down her cheeks. "Dear god....oh dear god".' Catwoman looked at Angelique.
"It's your move my dear," she said quietly. Angelique nodded. Mrs. Ferrari looked at her, her sobs coming quickly. Angelique aimed. She pulled the trigger. The bullet scored a direct hit in the temple. Mrs. Ferrari crashed to the floor, her dead body falling on her husband.
"Nice shot my love," Catwoman said with a smile. Angelique took a deep breath.
"I can't believe I did that," she said hoarsely.
"You did my love, cold-blooded murder".
"Wow". Catwoman pulled out a gold cigarette case and lit a long white cigarette. She handed one to Angelique. Her partner placed the cigarette in her lips. Catwoman placed hers in her lips and let Angelique light her cigarette off it "Mmmmm," Angelique said, letting out a cool stream of smoke. "Thank you darling".
"You’re welcome," Catwoman said, taking a deep drag off her cigarette". So...how do you feel".
Angelique looked at the couple lying lifelessly on the floor. "Like the most evil bitch that ever lived," Angelique said. "I am truly the Angel of Death now".
Catwoman stroked her partner's hair and gave her a smoky kiss on the lips. "You are my love," Catwoman said. "You really are".
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