Man, did she look like a terrified little lamb backed into a corner. Can't say I blamed her though, after seeing me put one right between her deadbeat step-dad's eyes like that.
I twirled my pistol lazily, the gleaming metal catching the dim streetlight in a sultry dance. The bimbo's plump, cherry-red lips trembled violently, looking so ripe and inviting - like she was ready to let out the most delicious little whimpers. Glistening tears pooled in those big, innocent doe eyes of hers as she stared at Dario's crumpled form.
"Pretty decent shot, huh babydoll?"
I barked out a harsh laugh at my own morbid joke, watching the curvaceous young thing flinch. She really was a pathetic little creature - all trembling curves and weakly-parted lips. But hell, her cowardly vulnerability just made this whole situation even more deliciously entertaining to me.
"A-are you going to kill me too?"
I let out a dark chuckle at her quavering tone. Stepping over Dario's cooling corpse, I closed the distance between us until she had to crane her neck to meet my eyes.
"Well now, I probably should, shouldn't I?" I sneered, trailing the cold barrel of Dasha along her jawline. "Seeing as how your deadbeat stepdaddy here owed me a fat stack of cash."
Her eyes went wide with recognition that this was about money, not some random hit. Good, she was catching on.
"How...how did you know about me and Dario?" she whispered fearfully.
I pushed some stray hairs from her face with the muzzle in a perverse gesture. "Let's just say I do my homework, babydoll. Dario made it crystal clear that pretty little inheritance of yours was gonna cover his debts to me, one way or another."
She immediately began pleading, those big eyes brimming with desperate tears. "B-but I have nothing to do with him! That money was from my grandmother, please..."
"Well see, that's where you're wrong, babygirl." I cut her off, tapping the gun against her plump lower lip to shut her up. "Thanks to your scumbag stepfather, that debt is allll yours now. And I don't go letting debts slide, if you know what I mean..."
When I refused to respond, the babydoll's eyes widened even further with panic. Biting that plump lower lip of hers, she stammered out another question. For some reason, it got me hard.
"H-How much did Dario owe you?"
I fixed her with a cool, appraising look before answering in a deathly calm tone.
"One million dollars."
Her jaw dropped in shock, those big innocent eyes blinking rapidly. "B-but I could never pay that! Not with what I make at the club..." She trailed off desperately.
"Well then, I suggest you get real friendly with some richer clientele, babydoll." I sneered, dragging the muzzle down the swell of her breasts hungrily. "Because that debt don't just go away."
Tears spilled over her cheeks as she shook her head frantically. "P-please, I'm begging you! Dario never gave me a penny. I had to fend for myself!"
Letting out an overdramatic sigh, I rolled my eyes and pointed Dasha squarely between her pretty eyes.
"See, that's the thing, babydoll. Even if I believed that bullshit story, you're still a loose end now, aren't ya?"
Her brow furrowed in confusion before realization dawned.
"You...you think I'll snitch?"
"Ding ding ding, we have a winner!" I gave a mocking golf clap. "Pretty little things like you always run that mouth to the feds the second they come sniffing around. Not worth the risk, babe."
She rapidly shook her head, those cascading brown locks swishing. "No no, I swear! I won't say a word, I promise!"
Laughing darkly, I caressed her tear-stained cheek with the barrel in a parody of affection.
"Sorry babygirl, but the prettier the skirt, the dumber she is in my experience. FBI won't have to break a sweat getting you to sing like a canary when they come knocking on that door."
With a shrug of my shoulders, I cocked the hammer back.
"But hey, maybe you'll get lucky in the afterlife, yeah? Say hi to daddy dearest for me..."
The babydoll's breath came in terrified gasps as she stared down the barrel pointed at her face. Those big brown eyes were swimming with desperate tears.
"P-please, I don't want to die!" she blubbered, voice cracking with emotion. "I...I can pay you back, I swear. Just give me time!"
I cocked an eyebrow at her plea, considering it for a moment. A bit of time might not be the worst idea - she was still my best shot at collecting that big debt Dario racked up. As long as I kept a real close leash on the little minx.
My gaze raked over her trembling form, still on her knees in that filthy alleyway. Despite the pitiful situation, something primal and erotic stirred in my gut at the sight of her in such a submissive position. I could feel myself growing half-hard just looking at those plump lips and heaving chest.
Chuckling darkly, I grabbed her chin roughly with my free hand, jerking her face up to meet my stare.
"Tell you what, babygirl," I purred in a low tone. "I'll give you a little window to get me that cash. But you better not even think about trying to run or play me for a fool."
I leaned in closer so she could feel my hot breath on her cheek. "Because if you do, I'll make you wish I just put one between those pretty little eyes of yours tonight. We clear?"
She nodded frantically, those tears still flowing. "Y-yes, absolutely! Thank you, th-thank you..."
Shoving her head away with a smirk, I motioned for her to stand with a sardonic sweep of my arm.
"On your feet then, princess. Let's not keep daddy dearest waiting any longer than we have to."
The babydoll scampered up, still trembling violently. Without wasting any more time, she turned and fled down the alley, feet slapping against the wet pavement.
The cheap burner phone in my jacket pocket buzzed, snapping me from my reverie. I pulled it out to see Dimitri's name flashing on the screen. Of course the bastard would be checking in - he loved to bask in the aftermath nearly as much as doing the dirty work himself.
Dimitri's thick Russian accent crackled over the line. "I trust you have taken care of our...business with Mr. Santos?"
I chuckled darkly as my eyes traced over the motionless heap on the ground. "You could say that. Guy's on an all-expenses paid trip to the afterlife."
There was a pause as Dimitri soaked in the confirmation.
"Well, I assume that means the debt has been settled then, yeah?"
I shook my head despite him not being able to see it. Dimitri was always one for jumping the gun a bit too soon.
"Not quite, borscht breath. Turns out Dario didn't have the funds after all."
I started walking, needing to get out of this alley before someone stupidly wandered by.
"But don't worry...I've got a new avenue to collect what Dario owed. Should make things real interesting for a while."