“I’ll pay when I have proof,” she sneers.
“No money no job, lady. Don't jerk me around. I’m the best at what I do, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t already know that. Cash only.” I down the rest of my beer and slam the bottle on the table laughing as she jerks from the movement.
She nods. “Half down. The rest when she’s legally declared dead.”
“Deal. Now, get the fuck outta here.”
She scoffs but marches her happy stuck up ass out the door.
Now to see about that pussy.
Chapter 3
—Diego
Day two watching Sybil White. The girl is boring as fuck for a college student who is also a rich bitch. Yesterday she attended three classes then spent four hours in the library before hitting the campus cafeteria to eat dinner alone. After that she returned to her apartment. I found the routine a bit pathetic however normal aside from the fact that she doesn’t seem to have friends. I have only observed her speaking with who appeared to be her professors. I sat outside of her apartment for two hours before she turned off the lights and went to bed. I went home after that and returned early this morning.
I thought chicks travelled in packs and never go to the bathroom alone. Grabbing her will be a piece of cake. From the appearance of things no one will miss her when I kill her. I’ll be doing her a favor. Thought girls like her were socialites and were the life of the party and had more friends than they could count except it seems she’s a loner. I don’t know what to make of it.
Lighting up a cigarette, I wait for her to vacate her apartment. She lives alone according to her file. Today will be much of the same, except while she is in class, I will be casing her apartment. Making my plans for her to meet her end. I watch as she double checks the lock. She proceeds to the mailbox and sticks an envelope in the out box. Today she is dressed differently though. She’s wearing a fucking costume. Like the fairytale princess, Snow White. She’s wearing a dress that is blue on the top half and yellow on the bottom. She even has short black hair like the character. What the hell is she doing dressed like that? Why the hell do I find it sexy and imagine her going down on her knees and sucking my dick while wearing it?
I adjust my dick in my pants and try to think of anything other than her lips wrapped around me. Breaking into her apartment can wait. Curiosity has gotten the best of me. I watch from a distance as she tosses her purse into the passenger seat of her yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Her choice in car is also surprising. I thought girls like her drove Mercedes or something fancy and expensive. A smile crosses her face as she rolls the window down. Rock music blares from the speakers. My lips lift into a smirk. She is nothing like I expected.
Nothing at all.
Fuck me.
Fucking hell Sybil White is ten kinds of fucking adorable.
I need to know more about her. Hell, I want to know everything about her.
I’m in trouble.
Big fucking trouble.
I need to shut these feelings down but here I am following her instead of casing her apartment.
I hang back by a few cars and follow her to the public library. There’s a sign out front that says today is story hour with a princess. Parked across the street I observe mothers escorting their toddlers inside. In her car Sybil touches up her makeup. I go ahead into the library to find a spot to watch her without being obvious. In the children’s section there’s a multicolored puzzle rug. The kids are already taking their seats sitting cross-legged on the floor. In the center of the room is a chair that resembles a throne. Sybil enters the room and takes her designated seat. An older woman hands her a book and she has the full attention of the children. The way they are gaping at her you’d think she was the real deal and filled with magic. They are in awe of her and right now I have to admit part of me is too. She speaks softly to them as she reads, taking her time to pause and show them the pictures on the pages and changing her voice to match how the character might sound. It’s sweet. So damn sweet it makes my teeth ache.
I find myself getting caught up in her damn princess magic with her audience. She’s captivating. Goodness is radiating off her so much so—it makes my damn stomach hurt.
It’s all too much.
She’s too much.
I have a job to do and need to remind myself I can’t be thinking she’s cute.
Having seen enough, I shove off from my spot before she notices me and head back to her apartment. Her lock is easy enough to pick. All it takes is a bobby pin. Quietly, I enter the apartment and hope she doesn’t have a dog. The air conditioner and the refrigerator both are humming. Other than that, the place is relatively quiet. Sybil lives in a one-bedroom unit. The living room is basic. A white loveseat, a yellow wide back chair, and a glass coffee table make up the furnishings aside from a bookcase. She doesn’t have a TV. Who the hell doesn’t have a television in their living room? The kitchen is nothing special, but I check out her fridge and cabinets. She doesn’t have a lot of food. Milk, cereal, bread, bananas, and a small container of ice cream. Maybe she is a minimalist.
Her bathroom is small with a standard shower stall and tub combo. A toilet with one of those shelves that fit over the back that holds the towels. Her vanity contains the usual girly stuff one would expect to find. Hair products, face wash, tampons, and toothpaste. I move on to her bedroom. I haven’t found any personal effects. No pictures or whatnots. I don’t even think the girl owns a vibrator. There is a small flat screen television. Inside her nightstand drawer is the remote control to her television, a pad of paper that appears as though it has never been used, and one of those black silk eye masks. Her closet is full of dark clothing. She owns a lot of blue jeans and dark blue tops. Must be her favorite color other than yellow.
I finish up and get out before she returns.
Sybil seems to exist but not truly live and it makes me a bit sad that she is so alone in this fucked up cruel world. Because I know that feeling deep in my gut. Have lived it and felt it since Wrath murdered my old man. There are few people in this world I trust. Fucking Wrath ain’t one of them.
On day four I have come to realize that Sybil White may just be the sweetest creature on Earth, and I don’t know if I will have it in me to kill her when the time comes. She intrigues and confounds me. Every day she volunteers for some new charity. First it was reading to children at the library, then it was taking food to the local animal shelter and volunteering at an adoption fair for the animals. The next day she visited an old folk’s home and played board and card games with them. I watched her sit with an elderly man for forty minutes and help him work a puzzle.
She’s fucking perfect and pure. How could anyone want to see her dead?