"You….you really know my wife?" he questioned with softened eyes faking redemption in his voice.
"Well…..not so much as know her, as she has hired me to……well let's just say to take care of the matter."
What….what the hell are you talking about bitch?"
"Your money dick head, she gets it all if you're out of the picture, not from playing around with bimbos and spending it all."
"What she's trying for a divorce, is that where you come in bitch…..what you're her lawyer?"
"Don't ever call me bitch……nobody calls me bitch," she said revealing a black metal object within her right hand. "Sorry but this is where your vows of to death do us part truly comes into play."
His eyes laid upon a long cylinder fastened to the end of a handgun. With just a miniature of noise from the appliance as it fired, he soon felt a stinging pain bore into his crotch dropping him instantly in place. Clutching his groin, he lay crying in pain as his assailant approached him. He could feel the flow of blood rushing over his hands as he cupped the wound helpless from his aggressor. With dead eyes, she leered over her prey, hungry to pump another round into him like an ambitious child. With a sneer and in a deep monotone voice, she spoke "Sorry but your wife needs your money and frankly so do I," she said retracing her index finger once more squeezing off another single round from her 9MM Glock.
The projectile punched though his ribcage forcing its way into his left lung thrusting blood to his mouth as he gasped for air. He tried to plead but no words came forth and his body went swiftly into shock. All he could do was watch the figure standing over him as he felt his soul slowly slipping away. With fuzzy vision, he saw her aim her weapon upon him one last time. In an instant, the bullet left the mouth of the silencer striking him in the center of his forehead, the energy of the blow forcing his head into the hard pavement.
"Like I said, don't ever call me bitch…..you can call me Miss Constantine ass hole," his female executioner said slipping her weapon back into her side holster before looking down upon her prey one last time if for only a moment before walking away.
She moved with a brisk gait, not enough to draw attention to herself but swift enough to make it to her Kawasaki Ninja before anyone discovered her work lying on the pavement at the other end of the lot. Straddling the powerful machine, she fired up the engine and launched the black and blue motorcycle out of the parking space with a roar of thunder. With the night air whipping in her face, she rode like a phantom into the night until she felt she was safe enough from her dark deed.