Dirty Ex-Mas by Denise Wells

Author:Denise Wells [Wells, Denise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

10

Quinn

I take my time dressing for the party. It’s black tie, but that’s really all I know. Daria rented me an Armani knockoff evening gown that is gorgeous. Strapless, floor-length, sheath style, in a deep emerald green, with a slit up the side. Combined with three-inch heels, I look tall and statuesque. Like how Daria always looks. It makes me want to wear this outfit all the time.

I fashion my hair in a curly half-updo, and put on a deep red, long-last lipstick. My heels are platform, so I feel stable enough to walk fast or even run if need be, and not that I’m about to topple over at any moment. I feel like the belle of the ball.

I’ve properly coiffed, tweezed, moisturized, and accentuated everything that should be. I only cut my legs once while shaving and have yet to chip a nail. It’s as good as it will get.

Daria gave me a dossier which I found out is just a fancy word for file, with step-by-step instructions on everything I’m to do. I kind of can’t believe that two short days ago she barely employed me as a barback, and now I’m one of her hired assassins.

I mean, technically, I’m not an assassin yet, but that is my job tonight. I’m taking down a bad guy. Ridding the earth of his scum. Some guy who’s been kidnapping women and then delivering them to human traffickers who either keep them as forced sex slaves or sell them off on the black market.

This guy deserves to die.

Daria spent the last two days showing me how to shoot a gun and giving me tips on how to blend in a crowd. That’s the only part I have down pat, it’s the rest (read: shooting a gun) I’m still unsure about. Mostly because I’ve never shot a person before. If I’m honest, I’ve barely even fired the gun. When I did, I rarely hit the target. But Daria says I’ll be at a close enough range it won’t matter. I’ll just trust that she’s right.

I keep waiting for it to bother me I’m about to shoot someone, but so far it really doesn’t. We shouldn’t let certain people coexist with the living. And if even half of what Daria has told me about this guy is true, he’s one of them.

Daria told me she’ll have someone around in case I need help, and I just need to send her a quick message on my cell phone to let her know. But it didn’t occur to me until right now why that person couldn’t be the one to carry out the job. I’m not complaining, doing this for Daria makes me feel important, and who doesn’t love feeling important? Am I right?

I make sure everything I need is in my clutch, then head outside to wait for my ride. Daria is sending a car for me, which sounds fancier than it is, I think it’s just a Lyft or some kind of pay-per-ride deal.

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