Page 1 of Charity's Torment

Chapter 1

He was here.

“Hello, baby. Are you looking for a date tonight?” I purred to the man through the cracked window of his grayish-colored Mercedes.

Clouds of smoke from his blunt billowed out as he waved me over. “Get in.” His hoarse voice penetrated the dark, deserted street as I pulled open his car door and slid inside.

My bare legs touched his black leather seat, causing them to become sticky with perspiration. “There’s a motel around the corner. I have a room set up.” Tom was a predictable man. He’d been coming around this block every Sunday for a long time—even built himself a reputation among the ladies. It was my honor to settle up.

Tom sucked the smoke deep into his lungs and passed the rest to me. I waved my hand, moving it away. I didn’t do drugs. It was a nasty addiction—one reason I was in this mess.

I pointed to the empty lot next to my room door, and he pulled in. “This is it.” I climbed out of the car and sauntered over to my motel room, swaying my hips seductively. I was an innocent girl to him—at least I made myself appear that way. I swung open the door, and he followed closely behind, his hands eager to grab hold of me and do despicable things.

“Yeah, baby. How much for it all?” he asked, biting his lower lip.

“One-hundred.” I placed my hands on my hips and watched him pull his wallet from his rear pocket.

Tom was a middle-aged man with a thinning head of hair, a thick Boston accent, and an excessive beer belly. His poor wife, Little Nora, raised the kids, worked full time, and put up with his porky ass. The woman was a goddamn saint.

I plastered a greedy smile on my face as he handed me the crisp one-hundred-dollar bill. “You bring the jimmies, or you prefer to use one of mine?” he asked.

I danced a ditsy expression of confusion across my face, enhancing my innocent disposition. “What is a jimmy?” I asked, popping my bubble gum and throwing him a flirtatious smile.

“You ain’t never heard of a condom before?” He chuckled mockingly. “How young are you?”

Tom Macaney loved young girls. It was why I was perfect for him in every way. “Just turned eighteen,” I lied. “We can use one of yours if you want.” I gave his chest a modest push towards the bed. His grin spread from ear to ear, and he licked his lips hungrily. “Give me a minute, would you? I’m going to go freshen up.”

He slapped my ass with a loud crack, and I whimpered for his pleasure. “Don’t take too long.”

I sashayed into the separate bathroom and locked the door behind me. I arranged my dark chestnut-colored hair high in a pony, swallowed my gum, and dug into my purse. My Kimber Micro 9 handgun sat next to the needle filled with the perfect portion of fentanyl. Just enough to overdose one big ass, old man. I palmed the syringe and arranged it at the narrow of my back. He wouldn’t like what was coming for him, and it was my job to see it through.

I straightened my bra, pushing my tits high in place. When I strolled out, I found Tom lying on the bed, fully naked, rocking a boner that would make the smallest man laugh.Pathetic. I popped my hip, smiled shyly, and put my palm on my hip. “I see you’re ready to go.” I glanced at his small pecker and gagged internally.Let’s make this quick.

“You took so long I entertained myself a bit,” he said. A devious grin ripped across his face. It made me wish they allowed me to do more.

I walked to him with a seductive gait and crawled on top of him, straddling his hairy thighs. My mouth dusted his sweaty neck, and I tasted the salt on my lips. His hands gripped my sides, and he moaned from my kisses. His meaty fingers slid up to touch my breast, and I wrapped my hand around his wrist, stopping him.

“Are you ready for the night of your life, Tom?” I reached behind my back and drew the syringe from the belt holding my leather skirt in place. I bit the cap with my teeth and pulled. The hollow-tip needle jabbed into his arm like a hot knife in butter. I injected the liquid into his flabby arm, and he bellowed as I hopped off his lap, followed by a string of curses.

“What did you do? How do you know my name?” he stuttered. I raced back to my clutch, took out my pistol, and sat on the other bed while he writhed in pain. It wasn’t a pleasant experience to die from an overdose, but he deserved it just like all the others.

“Tom, focus,” I said as I pointed my gun at him. “Luca sends his regards. It’s nothing personal. It’s just business.” I grinned when he groaned and fell to the floor. “Actually, it is personal. You thought you could steal from him, and that wasn’t very smart. Am I right? You see that now, don’t you?”

“You bitch, do you realize who…” His words trailed off, and I waited for the show that was about to begin.

“No need for name-calling. It’ll be over in a few minutes.” Right about now, he’d be feeling the peak of the high, the bliss, then nothing. It moves quickly when injected into the muscles. Not as fast as in the vein, but the muscle was the best I could do.

Tom’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull, and he twitched on the floor, foam dripping from his lips and pooling on the grimy carpet.

I kept my gun trained on him as his tremors lessened and gurgling replaced his breathing. I watched some men get up at this stage for their last hurrah and fight. Then, as quick as they got up, they dropped dead like a voodoo priestess revoked their presence. It wasn’t a situation I wished to repeat.

His gurgling quieted, as did the rise and fall of his chest, leaving me to believe these were his last moments. He wasn’t getting up from this. I held no sympathy for the man. He was a vile human being that enjoyed beating hookers and embezzling from anyone and everyone. My boss didn’t take too kindly to that, and I got the pleasure of nixing him. Not that I had a choice in the matter.

I was owned.

His breathing stopped, and his lips turned a wonderful shade of blue you couldn’t duplicate. “You picked the wrong person to fuck over,” I said, now talking to his corpse.

The shrill of my phone caused me to glance away from him.

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