The men I’ve killed have no idea what I’m up to when I arrive uninvited.
Those that are lucid enough to take me in probably think I’m an unhinged serial killer, escaped and managed to get into their home.
It leaves just enough uncertainty to let the mind wander. Usually when they see the knife or gun in my hand, that’s when they realise the past has come to fuck them up.
I also know my way around words to taunt them.
I reach the apartment and lock the door, changing out of my clothes and into the ones in my bag. I stuff them into the basket, leaving them there as another trail ofproofwe live here.
The air caresses my skin as I enter the bedroom. Evidence of vacancy along with approaching winter lingers throughout the place. Cranking on the heating, I set it for a couple of hours after we leave.
If our landlord ever visits, he’ll think he’s walked into a fucking morgue with how cold it is in here.
Sitting down on my bed, I open up the group email for the work girls, letting them know we’re back from vacation and asking for updates on how they’re getting on.
Whenever one of our marks results in a kill, Regina and I make sure to take a few days off to cover our asses, disguised as annual leave. She’s even worked out how to photoshop images of us and blend them into the background of wherever we’ve decided tovisit.
The best part is the two of us posing against the white wall of her bedroom; we actually look like we’re having a good time, because the two of us are always fucking laughing at how ridiculous it is.
It would be easier if we didn’t have to keep up this facade. Just remain blended with the night, but Regina is smarter.
She knows it isn’t like the movies; there’s real-life problems out there. Two girls with a ton of money behind them, no jobs, and no mega-rich families?
We’d have an investigation on our hands before we could weave a lie.
Plus, it helps out our alibi. No one would look at us and suspect a damn thing.
Knowing we’ve helped these women does make it worth it. By helping them support their families or fatally removing a worthless piece of shit so they can live freely.
That’s what makes it worth the risks.
Their lives were ruined, some even blackmailed into silence. It’s made it hard for them to get decent living careers, and that’s where the money we’ve stolen comes into play.
Then there’s our families.
They’d be the first to sniff something out,especiallyLouisa.
If she thought there was even a hint of criminal activity within her family, she’d have a fucking heart attack. Her image is pristine, much like Barry’s.
Me and my need to kill powerful men to make them pay for their actions, is a sure-fire way to ruin anything planned against their future.
Plus, I don’t think she’d ever look at her baby sister the same way again.
Regina’s voice pulls me from my thoughts as she unlocks the front door. “Car’s back, you ready to go?”
Getting up from the bed, I walk towards her as she changes at the front door.
“Any issues?” I ask, watching her add to the ever-growing pile.
She scoffs. “Nope, I don’t even think the guy looked at me once.”
A little bit of tension leaves my body; we might cover our tracks well, but it’s the little things like this that can catch us out.
She slips on her puffer jacket, one that matches mine. Regina and I are pretty similar in most ways. We’re low maintenanceand don’t have a want for the finer things in life. I got that jacket for her birthday, seeing as I originally bought it for myself, but I was sick to death of having to hunt her closet to get it back.
We head outside after locking up, the sky already darkening as it clouds to grey, blocking any earlier signs of the sun being present. A gust of wind whips around us as we step onto the sidewalk.
“Oh fuck, it’s freezing,” I groan, tucking my chin into the puffer’s collar, hand stuffed into my pockets.
