Lurking, I cautiously and silently watched the police put her in the squad car.
My bandaged hand gripped the steering wheel, and I began following the car as I accelerated my vehicle, keeping a safe distance to avoid being caught tailing them.
I had gone to the hospital today because I couldn't bear the pain in my back and hand anymore. I'd been putting it off, but I'd end up dead if I didn't treat the cuts. I had to shell out a fortune to bribe the doctor so he wouldn't report my pathetic state to the authorities.
I don't know why I'm acting this way. I've only been impulsive once before, and that was when I killed for the first time. But I don't know—everything feels wrong when it comes to this harlot with the pretty eyes.
I came here to see her in person; I wasn't satisfied with just watching her through the images from the camera installed in her room.
There was a camera in the best room of the brothel, the one where she serviced her thousand demons. I couldn't watch those images, not even if my life depended on it… and that little slut fucked like hell, and it wasn't with me.
Lavínia Fadel… I see everything and hear everything you do. I've uncovered your entire story. I know every detail of your suffering, and even if I kill you, I'll take revenge on them all.
I confess I was thrilled when I returned to business, and the men who work for me told me that during my absence these past months, they had to carry out the hit list. Since my hitmen knew they couldn't touch Lavínia's file, they told me her father had called, demanding her dead. With no other choice, they staged it. They said they found a girl who looked like Lavínia, same weight and height, burned her until she was unrecognizable, and sent the body to the old man.
I hoped the old man would be satisfied for now, but I still suspected he might investigate. — The curse of a hitman who thinks of every detail when the job isn't done by him, or when you simply have a greedy father who'd sell his own daughter for a few pounds. —
I could easily kidnap her, but I still needed to know where the boy was.
Reaching the start of the bridge, I noticed the squad car had parked, so I parked too. That bridge didn't lead to the police station.
How many more people will I have to kill to keep this little owl safe?
I observed their next moves, and it didn't take long to understand what those two bastards planned to do with Lavínia. I saw the cop in the front seat get out, looking around like a son of a bitch, then slide into the back seat where Lavínia was.
The driver didn't take long to join him in the back, and I closed my eyes, rubbing my forehead.
Tell me, Ângelo. What would've happened if you hadn't noticed your knife was missing?
I breathe deeply, open the glove compartment, and grab binoculars. I bring them to my eyes and zoom in, seeing what the hell those bastards are doing to my owl-eyed girl.
— Hmm… let's see. They're pulling down her dress strap. _I watch everything carefully, and it doesn't take long before I have my gun in hand, aiming at one's head and shooting, piercing my car's window and the squad car's. I act quickly and aim at the other, who looks back and takes a bullet to the face.
I put everything back in the glove compartment and drive to the squad car, getting out and opening the back door. I grab the bastard's vest, pull him out, throw him to the ground, and get in the car, closing my hand around Lavínia's wrist. Her trembling hands covered her face, and she seemed curled up.
— No… For God's sake! _She was crying.
Furious that she was struggling, I pulled her roughly and got her out of the car.
— I'm saving you from a rape, and you want to fuck me over? _I'm incredulous, holding her face, which blinks as if I didn't just spare her more suffering. — Where's my knife? _I demand, enraged. This wretch gave my knife to the cops and said she'd tell them everything she knew.
Everything what?
She doesn't know anything!
Slut.
— In the front seat. _She answered faintly, and I dragged her with me to keep her from running. I searched for my knife where she said it was, found it in a transparent bag, and tossed it into my car.
— How did you know? _She asked, trembling, her pretty eyes dripping, realizing I knew she was going to snitch on me. I saw…
— Is there anything that happens in this world that I don't know about? _I was sarcastic.
— Are you a stalker?
Depends on how much danger you're in.
I think it but say something else.
— You're welcome, Lavínia, it was a pleasure to kill the cops who were going to rape you. _I mock. — Now stop looking at me with that dumb face and help me put this bastard back in the car. _I crouch, and the woman's paralyzed. — Lavínia, damn it! _I explode.
Quickly, she crouched, and together we managed to put the body back in the car, and I slammed the door.
— I was going to give a statement…
— Of course you were. _I say sarcastically, dragging her around to get into my car.
She got in, looking lost and far off in thought, not resisting.
— I could go to jail. I was the last person seen with them. The house saw… _She despaired, and I walked around the car, got in, and opened the glove compartment again, grabbing a grenade. She flinches. — What are you going to do with that?
I pull the safety pin from the grenade and toss it into the squad car, starting my car and speeding off, watching her curl up and cover her ears as the explosion's sound erupted.
— I have contacts in the police. This is like it never happened. _I smile, but I know it doesn't reassure her.
Slowly, she raised her head and turned her face to me, looking indignant.
— What are you?
— Today? A savior of defenseless whores. _I stared at her.
— You won't offend me. _She argued, nervous.
— Getting offended doesn't suit you.
— And saving a defenseless whore doesn't seem like something you're into.
— Well, sometimes my orishas whisper to me to do some charity.
— What? Did you like shoving the knife in my pussy?
I glanced at her.
— I liked it so much I came back for it. You know, sometimes it's nice to inhale the scent of a pussy that'll soon beg to feel the veins of my big dick pulsing inside it.
— Really? Wow! Now tell me how it feels to wake up from that dream and know you'll never have it?
I'm smiling.
— I already had you, Lavínia, I was just a bit high to remember.
— What a shame. You won't even know how it felt to fuck me in your memories. _She pulled the seatbelt and buckled it. — You should fuck a corpse.
The light turns red for pedestrians.
— Choose. _I gesture to the people crossing.
— What?
— The woman you want me to kill and fuck.
— Go to hell, you crazy psychopath. _She went silent, and I resumed driving. — It must be painful for a killer to know he'd have to kill me to shove his dick in me, isn't that how you put it?
She looked at me.
— Considering you've probably already touched yourself thinking about me… _She blushed in the seat, embarrassed. I saw, princess. You can hide from the world, but not from me. — I don't think I'll need to kill you. Before you know it, I'll have my dick buried in your pussy, and you'll be in tears because you'll be sprawled out on the bed. You'll beg for mercy, and I won't have a drop of it. _I looked into her eyes. — Because we don't pity whores; we wreck them and love hearing them scream.
— Okay, you've said enough. It's time to tell me who this Mr. Fontana is.
At that, I slammed on the brakes, and my blood boiled in my veins.
— The fact that I saved you from a rape doesn't change how much I want to snap that pretty little neck of yours. _I unleashed my searing glare on her.
— You're getting a bit obsessed with me, don't you think? _The wretch was bold.
— Don't flatter yourself. You're a prostitute.
Her gaze landed on my bandaged hand.
— That's why you didn't even go to a hospital when you came back from wherever you were and went straight to the prostitute, stinking of blood, to make her cum? I get you—dying bleeding out is fine, but leaving a prostitute without cumming? That's a no-go.
I think I can kill her now.
What a brazen wretch.