She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 22

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 22

Mike adjusted a little bit forward on the seat
and said slowly, “This whole thing is really
complicated.” He looked down to the table
and raised his eyes again to the IG, “As things stand now, only God can get us somewhere positive.” His voice suddenly became regretful,

“Honestly, I sincerely doubt if I can make any
progress without you. I humbly beg that you
become always available whenever I come to
you for clarity and other professional advice
so that this one week will become possible.”
The IG smiled, “Feel free my dear, I’ll always be available and will be pleased to give you every support within my power to ensure that you make this one week a reality.” He smiled again, “I know my health will not fail me in this one.” He watched Mike smile and he adjusted the glasses on his eyes, “I believe the
president; I believe you’ll definitely put a stop to this malarkey. I know you’ll make judicious use of Dennis and Alfred; they’re indeed the best for this.”

Mike nodded, “I’m most grateful for
everything. I’ll be on my way.” He smiled,
shook the smiling IG and left his office.

***

Lucia was wearing a short black skirt that
stopped just before her knees and her blue
long sleeves shirt, buttoned up to the last but
one revealed mature and lovely b-----s. Her
former coloured hair now blonde was worn
long and slightly curling about her face and
flattering to her artificial blue eyes. Her lips
were delicately coloured with bright red
lipstick and the dragon tattoos on her neck
looked attractive. The bruise on her wrists was
hid in her sleeves and she looked beautiful in
her disguise. As she walked past the brothel
to the waiting taxi, a sturdily built man in
crappy suit, with a hat worn at a rakish angle
hastened to her.

“Excuse me missy.” He tried to sound polite.
Lucia didn’t stop, she was almost running.
She needed no distraction, not now. The man
hurried to her and stood in front of her,
blocking her, “Can I’ve you for the night?” His eyes looked compelling.

Lucia was flared-up, “I’m not a Lovepeddler.

Can you now excuse me?” Her voice was low
but fiendish. She started moving. The man
walked up and blocked her, his gaze on her
breas.ts.

You don’t walk out on me like that. I get
whatever I want.” He smiled, “No one dare
stops me.” He pointed to the brothel, “I’ve
virtually had all of them but it seems you’re a new person. Go ask them who I am,” he
signaled with his head, “and what I can do
with recalcitrant Lovepeddlers. You think I’ve got no cash? You’re wrong; I’ve got what you want.” He pulled a thick wad from his pocket and showed her, “How much do you charge?”

Lucia looked at it with utter disdain and was
forced to smile. The man ignored her
disrespectful expression and returned the wad
to his pocket, “After tonight, you’ve a fortune.

Now follow me.” He extended a hand to her.
Lucia looked elsewhere, leaving the man’s
hand still stretched out. She was now fuming,
the man was already encroaching on her time
and she didn’t like that. She turned back to
the man, her eyes red,

“I’m following you to nowhere.” Her voice was cracked, “Go right there and find whoever the hell you want,” she pointed at the prostitutes roaming around the brothel, “and step out of
my way this minute or you regret.”

A spasm of anger ran through the man. He
held her wrist and wriggled it. Lucia felt a
sharp pain in her bruise. The man grinned, “I
love stubborn bitches.” He looked her in the
eyes, saw the hatred there and started smiling,

“Do you know why?” He wriggled her wrist
again. Lucia fought to free her hand but he
held her tighter, “They give me exactly what I
want in bed.” He pulled her to move with him
but Lucia stood firm, the pains becoming
unbearable. She quickly straightened her right
arm downwards and the strap of her handbag
slipped from her wrist, bringing the handbag
to the ground. She bent to pick it, but instead,
put her hand into the bag and took out a gun.
The man made to stop her but she was too
fast for him. With a quick upward movement of her hand, she pressed the gun on his neck and buried a bullet there. The gun had a silencer so no attention was drawn. She watched the man slump to the ground and quickly forced the gun into her handbag. She ran to the taxi.

The driver, a slight man in his forties saw her
coming, leaned back and jerked the door
open. Lucia got in, sweating and slammed the
door.

“Where to?” The driver looked in the rear-view mirror.

Lucia was glad he didn’t notice what she had
done. She thought for a second, “Optimus
Hotel. Step on the accelerator with every
strength you’ve got.”

The driver glanced at her b-----s in the mirror
and m0aned, “Yes ma,” then he sent the car moving, his gaze shifting to her laps.
Lucia met his gaze in the mirror and shouted,
“Concentrate.”

The driver smiled, brought his eyes to the
windscreen and changed the gear.