The Biter, Bit. By John Ritchie
“What the hell difference does it make?” Mike rolled on to his back and rubbed the place on his shoulder where Angelique had just bitten him.
“Just curious, that’s all. I like to know as much about my victims as possible. If I am going to look them in the eyes before I kill them, I like too know what I am going to see.”
“Green. No, grey, Well, maybe, greyish green or greenish grey. Ah, what the hell, a couple of more days and she’ll be crow-bait anyway.”
“Well, aren’t you the romantic?”
“What’s biting your ass?” All this talk of his soon-to-be ex-wife was beginning to irritate him.
“You were, a little while ago, but…” she intercepted his hand, “I need to have a shower now, and then take care of some business.”
Mike watched Angelique’s slim, graceful figure negotiate the wreckage of the hotel bedroom on her way to the en-suite. She was really something, cool as a glacier on the surface, but hot as a volcano between the sheets and when the one erupted through the other the collateral damage was something to see.
Angelique showered efficiently. No quicker or slower than was necessary to ensure that she was completely clean. As she twisted and turned under the hot water she though about the pistol she had purchased for this hit. A little Russian piece: barely bigger than her hand.
The man in the gun-shop could barely contain his joy at getting rid of this bit of junk, though he tried to pretend that it was the ideal weapon for dealing with muggers and he was parting with a real gem. Angelique had played dumb, pretending she didn’t know anything about guns. Disguised in thick-framed glasses and cheap mismatched clothes she hoped she looked like
a librarian or something. Anything other than what she really was.
When the man showed her the shells for the gun, she pretended to be shocked.
“Oh my, they are really small aren’t they? Will they be big enough, you know, to make a man”… she blushed and simpered… stop.”
The shopkeeper leered at her.
“Shoot ‘em in the Family Jewels,” he gestured at the baggy crotch of his trousers, “or shoot ‘em in the head, either way they gonna lose interest, pretty quick. To be honest lady, it don’t make no difference. The bigger the bullet the bigger the hole, but at the end of the day it’s where you shoot ‘em that matters. Shoot ‘em in their upstairs brains or shoot ‘em in their downstairs brains or, heh, better still, shoot ‘em in both. End of.”
As she reached for the tap to turn off the shower, Angelique heard the bathroom door open.
“Gotta take leak.”
“I’m finished in here if you want to wait.”
She heard the seat of the toilet bang against the low-rise cistern; clearly he didn’t want to wait. Angelique turned her head to spray water in her ears. Mike may be doing what came naturally, but she didn’t have to listen.
She gave it a minute and then turned off the water. She reached up to the rack behind her, pulled down a fresh towel and wrapped it around herself. Then she reached up again and took the little Russian automatic from between the remaining towels. Time to take care of business.
Mike was naked, bent over the washbasin and busy cleaning his teeth. He saw her reflection in the mirror and was just turning his head to say something when she jammed the muzzle of the pistol between his buttocks and pulled the trigger, twice. Mike dropped to his knees, his chin coming down hard on the edge of the washbasin. Strangely, it was the dull thud of that impact that made her wince. Mike fell on his side, blood welling from between his fingers where they clutched the torn flesh of his groin. He had bitten his
tongue too, and blood poured out of his mouth.
He twisted his head to try and look at her, confusion in his eyes.
“You hired me, Mike, to kill your wife and her lover because you thought she was having an affair with one of your business partners. When your wife found out she offered me double whatever you were paying, for me to kill you instead.
Incidentally, you were right about the affair, but you picked on the wrong partner.
Davis Jones isn’t having an affair with your wife, I am.“
Copyright John Ritchie 2011
http://www.feedbooks.com/userbook/23921/the-biter-bit to download free to iPhone /Kindle etc
“Just curious, that’s all. I like to know as much about my victims as possible. If I am going to look them in the eyes before I kill them, I like too know what I am going to see.”
“Green. No, grey, Well, maybe, greyish green or greenish grey. Ah, what the hell, a couple of more days and she’ll be crow-bait anyway.”
“Well, aren’t you the romantic?”
“What’s biting your ass?” All this talk of his soon-to-be ex-wife was beginning to irritate him.
“You were, a little while ago, but…” she intercepted his hand, “I need to have a shower now, and then take care of some business.”
Mike watched Angelique’s slim, graceful figure negotiate the wreckage of the hotel bedroom on her way to the en-suite. She was really something, cool as a glacier on the surface, but hot as a volcano between the sheets and when the one erupted through the other the collateral damage was something to see.
Angelique showered efficiently. No quicker or slower than was necessary to ensure that she was completely clean. As she twisted and turned under the hot water she though about the pistol she had purchased for this hit. A little Russian piece: barely bigger than her hand.
The man in the gun-shop could barely contain his joy at getting rid of this bit of junk, though he tried to pretend that it was the ideal weapon for dealing with muggers and he was parting with a real gem. Angelique had played dumb, pretending she didn’t know anything about guns. Disguised in thick-framed glasses and cheap mismatched clothes she hoped she looked like
a librarian or something. Anything other than what she really was.
When the man showed her the shells for the gun, she pretended to be shocked.
“Oh my, they are really small aren’t they? Will they be big enough, you know, to make a man”… she blushed and simpered… stop.”
The shopkeeper leered at her.
“Shoot ‘em in the Family Jewels,” he gestured at the baggy crotch of his trousers, “or shoot ‘em in the head, either way they gonna lose interest, pretty quick. To be honest lady, it don’t make no difference. The bigger the bullet the bigger the hole, but at the end of the day it’s where you shoot ‘em that matters. Shoot ‘em in their upstairs brains or shoot ‘em in their downstairs brains or, heh, better still, shoot ‘em in both. End of.”
As she reached for the tap to turn off the shower, Angelique heard the bathroom door open.
“Gotta take leak.”
“I’m finished in here if you want to wait.”
She heard the seat of the toilet bang against the low-rise cistern; clearly he didn’t want to wait. Angelique turned her head to spray water in her ears. Mike may be doing what came naturally, but she didn’t have to listen.
She gave it a minute and then turned off the water. She reached up to the rack behind her, pulled down a fresh towel and wrapped it around herself. Then she reached up again and took the little Russian automatic from between the remaining towels. Time to take care of business.
Mike was naked, bent over the washbasin and busy cleaning his teeth. He saw her reflection in the mirror and was just turning his head to say something when she jammed the muzzle of the pistol between his buttocks and pulled the trigger, twice. Mike dropped to his knees, his chin coming down hard on the edge of the washbasin. Strangely, it was the dull thud of that impact that made her wince. Mike fell on his side, blood welling from between his fingers where they clutched the torn flesh of his groin. He had bitten his
tongue too, and blood poured out of his mouth.
He twisted his head to try and look at her, confusion in his eyes.
“You hired me, Mike, to kill your wife and her lover because you thought she was having an affair with one of your business partners. When your wife found out she offered me double whatever you were paying, for me to kill you instead.
Incidentally, you were right about the affair, but you picked on the wrong partner.
Davis Jones isn’t having an affair with your wife, I am.“
Copyright John Ritchie 2011
http://www.feedbooks.com/userbook/23921/the-biter-bit to download free to iPhone /Kindle etc