4Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
The woman under me gagged on the necktie I wrapped around her throat. I was standing there holding the end of the necktie tightly. She tried to scream which only caused her to lose her breathe. Find keep trying babe, it's your funeral. I stood there for a few more seconds until she stopped moving and dangled from the necktie. I took the necktie off and checked for any pieces of my hair that might of fell. I tightened my leather gloves and took all the evidence of me even being here then left.
This is my job.
As I walked to my car which I parked a block away from the woman's house I soaked up the autum air. It's not really my favorite season, but it's when I get my work. Usually husbands or wives hire me to kill their spouses so they can get through all the paper and will junk through the winter and enjoy the summer with their new lovers. My black corvette gleamed in the streetlight waiting for me to go home after a long day of work. I've been watching this wife since early this morning. Her husband suspected her of cheating and when his suspicions were confirmed, he called me.
I'm a contract killer.
I actually don't have a messed up history or anything like that. I'm not crazy. I got use to the fact that I was taking someone else's life. It still bothers me, it'll never go away. I just feel like a hero sometimes when I help people who've been hurt. Like one time, I was doing a job on a rapist who hurt a girl, got her pregnant, made her boyfriend leave her, and ruined her chances of having any future. Her mother put the hit on him in rage and I obliged. Sometimes I get request on how do kill someone but usually they leave it up to me.
When I got home I greeted my adorable but vicious rottweiler, Luey. He's my guard dog, friend, and my personal counselour. I heard a beep on my answering machine and pressed the play button.
"We got a job Luey?" I asked as I pet his head.
"Um hello? Is this Kate? The hit woman right? Well I heard you from a mutual friend and I was wondering if you could do a job for me. My ex. Well give me a call. It's 983-0191 not a real number."
I never give out my real name so I wasn't suprised about her getting it wrong. I usually get a lot of hits on ex boyfriends or ex wives or ex husbands, etc. I wasn't suprised. Sometimes I realized how many hits I get and how corrupted the world is.
"I'm done tonight Luey, g'night."
Luey just kept panting then followed me into my room. I'll deal with that job tomorrow. Usually I have my jobs done at night but tonight I felt like sleeping like a normal person.