Page 223 of The Counterfeit Lover

"Thank you for your cooperation," I add sweetly.

But before I release him, I do something a little more controversial. After all, I'm not about to let him go so he could ruin my plans.

Still holding one foot on his chest, I tuck the gun in my pants, moment in which big guys over here tries to move. I give him a quick kick, keeping him down as I snap the heel from my other shoe, bringing the laser to his face.

He frowns, clearly not realizing what I'm holding in my hand, or what I'm trying to do.

"Say aaaaah,” I intone as I pry his mouth open, tugging on his tongue at the same time as I touch the little button of the laser, pointing it at the base of his tongue.

His cries are muffled as I cut a clean line through his tongue. The laser is so efficient, the bleeding is kept to a minimum, too.

Smiling down at him, I fling the piece of muscle away.

"See, that wasn't so hard."

He's pale, and though he's on his knees on the ground, he sways from side to side a few times before he drops, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

I guess that despite the lack of blood, the pain is enough to make someone pass out.

Pleased with myself, I'm about to turn and head to my car so I can go in search of a damn blonde wig—though at this hour I have no clue where I could find one.

Unfortunately, just as I'm about to leave, the flustered guy from before makes an appearance.

"Shift's over, loser, save me some," he calls out, now seeminglynotas flustered as before.

Aware I only have a small window of time, I take out my gun, aiming it at him before he can do the same with his.

He immediately falls to the ground, blood leaking from his forehead.

Yet now I find myself in a conundrum. Maybe cutting the tongue was a bit excessive? Ok, fine, I admit I may have been a bit too curious to see if the laser can get that done, andmaybeI got ahead of myself. But now with a second dead body…

I spend about five seconds debating my options.

Releasing a sigh, I move to the second man, gripping his underarms and dragging him next to the other man. It's not the easiest thing to do, but I'm proud to say I do it without attracting even more attention. Thelastthing I'd need right now would be a third body.

Placing both guys one next to the other, I put a bullet through the first man's skull, ensuring he is equally dead as his companion before I use the trash to hide their bodies—well, as best as I can, considering the circumstances.

Knowing time is of essence, I head back to my car, driving off in search of a blonde wig.

I can't say that expedition is entirely successful, since I'm unable to find any open store. What I do find, however, is a hair product store that also sells wigs. It might not be nice of me, but I manage to get a wig though the store isn't exactly open yet. I'm not all bad, though, and I leave a couple hundred dollar bills as my apology.

With that out of the way, I take a few minutes to get ready, pinning the wig in place and ensuring my outfit is acceptable considering the role I'm supposed to embody, putting on a short skirt and a cropped top. All topped off with the killer heels, since it's unlikely I'll be able to sneak any weapons inside otherwise. Then it's just a matter of waiting and hoping I haven't been lied to.

The odds seem to be in my favor, though, when not even half an hour later a van pulls up by the side of the road. Three blonde girls and a man jump out of it, and it seems he's schooling them on something.

Making my way towards them, I invent an excuse that the patron wanted four girls suddenly, and I was sent from the agency last minute.

The man—the manager, I assume—looks me up and down, pursing his lip.

"I wasn't told," he simply states.

"Sorry, sir," I say in a meek voice. "I do as I'm told."

He huffs, pulling out his cellphone and dialing a number.

Panic creeps inside of me at the thought that my cover will be blown, but it doesn't take long before he gives me a nod.

"You're good to go," he says. "Boss was amazed you got here so fast," he mentions, and I blink, taken aback by my exceedingly good fortune.

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