Her heart thumped a lively beat as she walked casually through the gaudily decorated hotel lobby. Italy was beautiful this time of year but her mission hadn’t allowed any time for sightseeing, she had to hurry to catch her plane home.
American CIA interpreter, Charles
Albanese, lay on the floor in his hotel room with a bullet lodged in his
forehead. The stunningly beautiful woman he had brought back to his
hotel room had a lethal smile that could disarm any man as he had soon
learned for himself.
Charles always preferred to face the door when
frequenting the club, this vantage point allowed for him to view every
woman that entered making it easy for him to assess their romantic
situation quickly. He always searched for the one woman who inevitably
ended up alone at the table while her friends hit the dance floor. Not
his favorite type but an easy target for a night of his brand of fun.
however was different, the long blond haired beauty waltzed into the
club and sat alone at the far end of the bar occasionally passing him
glances of interest. Charles watched as she adjusted the hem of her
short black dress that showed off her delightfully long legs. Her shiny
black stilettos were the icing on the cake. He imagined kneeling at her
feet licking those heels satisfying his particular fetish. He sent over a
drink and made his move.
“Call me Charlie.” He told her as he leaned in to her body daring to touch her knee.
She touched her hand to his moving it up her thigh. “Thanks for the drink, how long are you in Rome?”
Sensing a fish on a hook he answered. “Long enough to please you.”
He playfully buried his nose in her neck inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her high end perfume.
“I leave tomorrow. Care to help me make one last memory of my trip?” Her words dripped with southern honey.
hotel was only a few blocks away he told her and he described to her
the type of fun he was looking for. To his delight she was game telling
him she was a lonely housewife and this trip to Italy was her chance to
let loose while her husband made boring financial deals. Her husband she
said suggested to her to explore the city while he wined and dined
clients. He didn’t have to tell her twice she whispered into Charles’s
ear as she discretely palmed his groin.
His passion ignited, he
eagerly escorted her to his hotel room. Once she knew they were securely
inside and alone she wasted no time pushing him to the floor onto his
knees. Charles smiled lecherously, delighted the southern beauty who
called herself by the unlikely moniker of Bobby Jo, had agreed to be his
dominatrix for the night.
“Strip.” She demanded.
mistress.” He complied as she took a pair of handcuffs from her purse
letting them dangle from her finger in front of him. “Hands behind your
back.” Another demand met by her willing submissive.
She blindfolded him leaving his world dark.
“You’ve been very naughty haven’t you?”
“Yes mistress.” He bent over to lick her shoes. She kicked his head back and leaned over him.
“I didn’t ask for you to do that! Sit back and wait Charlie, we have a few business details to discuss before pleasure.”
dropped his shoulders in disappointment. He berated himself for not
having seen this coming she was after all, too good to be true. “Alright
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Charlie let’s not be so hasty I don’t want money what I want is far more important, now give me the disk”
slipped the belt off his discarded pants and snapped it near his ear.
“Don’t insult me by playing stupid. You knew stealing it would be
foolish. The information on it is too valuable not to be tracked. Did
you really think you could broker a deal?”
His body jerked with uncontrollable shakes struggling to lift himself off his knees. “Who are you?”
flayed the belt squarely across the chest. “Stay down if you know
what’s good for you.” She pushed him back down with her heel. “To answer
your question, in some circles I’m known as Angel and if you’re lucky
and give me what I want then maybe I will be merciful towards you. I’m
only going give you one more chance to chose my mercy, where is the
Charlie sobbed. His scheme to sell new smart bomb technology
to the highest bidder was unraveling faster than a snagged sweater and
now he knew there was a slim chance he was getting out of this alive.
His only choice now was to hope she would be true to her word if he gave
“It’s in my suitcase.” He whispered.
She took off his blindfold. “Where in the suitcase?”
She was cautious remembering her lessons in training to be aware of traps.
right side pocket.” He answered gazing into the angel of death’s eyes.
“Please don’t kill me I’ll give you anything you want, I’ll disappear I
“I hate it when they beg.” She mumbled to herself. “Charlie
the time to think about that darling would have been before you betrayed
your country. These plans get into the wrong hands millions of innocent
people could be killed around the world.”
“But they’re not nuclear
just localized smart bombs for precision strikes. Governments will get a
hold this stuff sooner or later” He tried to argue. “I just needed the
money to pay off some debts.”
She shook her head. “You are just too
stupid to live ain’t you darlin’! You either think I’m that dumb or you
really have no idea what it is you stole.” She pulled her revolver out
of her purse and attached the silencer. Removing his cuffs she told
him, “Doesn’t matter which, either way you’re in it deep, now open your
mouth.” She forced the gun practically to the back of his throat making
him gag. “Retrieve it for me and don’t get smart, if you’re a good boy I
might consider letting you live understand?”
Nodding his understanding through his tears he scooted on his knees to his suitcase and handed her the disk.
“Pwease.” He said with a mouth full of cold steel. “Wet mwe go.”
removed the gun from the crying man’s throat wiping off his tears and
spit from the barrel. “I’m sorry darlin’ I lied. My bosses would never
allow you to live, in fact they’d never let me breath another day if I
didn’t dispense with you, so honey, it’s either you or me and I have a
child to think about. If you’re a praying man I’d do it now.”
“You crazy bitch! I gave you what you wanted! Please don’t do this!”
cold violet eyes were the last thing he saw as the bullet tore itself
through his brain and spattered out the back of his head.
cleaned the room with precision of any traces of her DNA. Her blond wig
now discarded to reveal her natural long raven hair as she exited the
hotel with his suitcase in hand. It would be a few days before the smell
from the dead body would alert the housekeeping staff that something
was amiss, thanks to Charles’s previous demand at the front desk that he
not be disturbed for a few days. By then the hotel management will have
discovered their security cameras were disabled with a running loop of
old footage of vacationers coming and goings.
Charles’s CIA employer
will have quietly disavowed any wrong doing on his part avoiding a
potential international scandal and he would be forgotten as an
unfortunate victim of a robbery gone wrong. She left nothing in his
hotel room, not even his underwear. At his funeral his beleaguered wife
would be given a folded flag for his service to his country.
snuck into her daughter’s room late from catching the red eye and kissed
the sleeping child. She slid the new plush teddy bear under the five
year olds arm smiling softly as her little angel rolled over hugging her
new toy without ever waking up.
Her husband waited in the doorway
taking her by the hand leading her to their bed. He respected her need
for silence when she returned from her trips instead opting to hug her
tightly. Nestled in his strong arms she fell asleep draping her body
Another mission completed.