|He was a man on a mission. She was the superficial Dame seeking the contents of his pockets, calculating the value of his watch. Playing the part of the Thot!|
He knew her type. She was a whore fancied with Dior. Tiffany jewellery paid for by her last score. “My last date bought me this necklace” she looked him up and down. “What will you buy me?”
He wasn’t a score. He was a man on a mission. Playing the part of her mission. His top hat was Findi, diamond encrusted cane was Tiffany.
Tonight, he would blow Lorelei a symphony. “Rockabye baby!” He would get her high… maybe? Or, blow her wig off!
He’s been on her heels for years. Just caught up to her, when she pulled that stunt on the Riviera. Every week that she wasn’t deceased, the bounty on her head increased!
Twenty five mill dead or alive! Every week they added another five.
All of the assassins in the underworld, wanted to drop this unknown girl. However, his fly caught her on his line. She killed the wrong guy, someone connected to the wrong mob.
Now, the price on her head was high. She would be his grand-kill: twenty five mill! Along with the notoriety, of killing the Dame nobody could kill.
Getting close was a mission impossible. It took forever! Now, it was a pleasure to wine, dine, then murder her! He was Mr Murderer, King splurger!
Two fifty, for his Richard Mille watch. The Lambo, he dropped the top. Smooth cruising, hand dangling out the window. Salvatore Ferragamo dress shirt fitting him snug, showing off his muscles and cuts. The diamonds around his neck were dripping. David Yurman pinky ring.
She was pretending to be dazzled by his bling. She was all in his face, unaware of the murder that he would bring.
She thought she had him in the cross. Nevertheless, he crossed her cross. Now, he had her in the cross. He paid her to kill him. He was acting like he was her mission.
Chrome Hearts shades concealing his vision. Blowing the loud smoke into the earth, playing the position.
He was the master assassin, draped in the latest fashion. Driving his car, he was thinking about fucking this broad, killing her, then buying a new car.
She was pretty enough to be under his arm for the night. Quite honestly, she was his type. She was practically in his lap, grabbing on his sack, whispering a whole bunch of nothing in his ear…
His diamond earrings were glistening severe! She wanted to drink his chocolate drip right here, before she put his brains on the rearview mirror. Quick kill– already paid for. A quarter mill!
She inhaled his weed, the smoke eased out of her mouth into the breeze. She was high. Still, ready to put the murder game down. Four pound in her Chloe bag.
She nibbled on the diamonds in his ear. Mary J. playing low in the rear. What’s the 411: She was sexing him, killing him, then taking the diamonds out of his ear. She was pulling on his Armani tie. She would taste him while he drive.
He moved her hand, when she slid it down his pants. She raised a brow? No man has ever avoided her advance. He rung her alarm! A simple brush off put her on guard.
Still, she played along. Who was this guy? She wondered rubbing on his stomach. Did he have her number?
The way that he moved: confident and smooth! She was sensing a double move. This chocolate guy, almost pulled it off. At the next light, she would blow his brains out– then pull off.
He couldn’t resist the urge to tell her “I know who you are” He was holding her tight by the waist, not allowing her to reach in her bag and grab the gun.
He held her down in his lap. At the red light, the car idly sat. He tongue kissed her then whispered “I was sent to kill you”
She kissed him back and asked “How much did they pay you?”
“Twenty Five mill is the deal… Pretty lady” He rubbed her breast, he was literally flirting with death.
They were shining bright, under the New York city lights. Stopped at the light. Her, still sitting in his lap. Through her shades, he knew that she was eyeing her bag trying to get to the strap.
But, he had her in his arms. He captured her with his charm. Now, he would kill her softly with his song!
Twenty Five million was the price offered for her life. Omg! She had to up her price. She was impressed with herself. Her murderous deeds attracted big wealth. Someone put a quarter on her head, and they sent this chocolate man to kill her dead!
He was handsome, under different circumstances, she would’ve romanced him. Now, they were dancing to the strum of the assassins guitar. His assassin’s creed tingled her heart.
Too bad, The sensation wouldn’t last. She was smiling, he was feeling on her ass. She was grinding on his lap, biding her time. This pretty lady was confident that she would escape this bind. “I want to fuck you– and look into your eyes while you kill me!”
Her words sent chills up his spine! “If this was a different time… Pretty Lady you would be mine.”
Hats off to the Pretty Lady, she drove the world crazy. A legacy in the assassin’s mob.
However, he was the top assassin! He didn’t want to kill her, but tonight she had to die!
She wanted to kill him right here, under the lights. In, her New York state of mind! Her pretty was buying her time.
He was grabbing her breast, he wouldn’t let her grab the bag nor reach into her breast.
She was looking through her shades through his shades into his eyes… enticing him… For, she needed him to know who she was before he died.
She whispered in his ear “So you think you could kill me?”
Her soft tune put him back on point. This pretty lady almost sung the right song. A second longer, he would’ve been under her gun. A dead man under this New York city night-sun!
The light turned green, he pulled off.
She whispered “I’m going to kill you” in his ear, and jumped out of his car.
“Ugh!” She was so mad, she left her bag, and she missed the kill. He survived this time, but next time she would whisper “Femme Fatale” in his ear