Camille

Chance Montgomery's female hitter needs his help with a job she is on.

It’s been a year since I smoked a cigarette and four since I had some of this Jack Daniels which I used to drink every night; but tonight I think I deserve it. I lived through some stuff I thought I had long gotten past but when your occupation is that of a criminal you never actually get out until you’re six feet in the earth. Sometimes I used to think about what if I had cut her throat when I had the chance but after I witnessed what she could really do; she could be a money maker, I knew I made the right decision. When I first met her I was trying to get away from the life I made in the past. She stalked me, studied me, and when the time was right she had me at my weakest moment duct taped to a chair with a chance to kill me with the price I had on my head. But she didn’t; she knew she would profit more from me living and she talked me into teaching her to be the best at what I used to do.

I take another shot and it warms my stomach making me close my eyes shaking my head from not being as familiar as I used to be. My son lays in his bed asleep oblivious to almost being a b*****d, she sits downstairs in living room doing whatever to get over tonight’s s**t but in the world I come from; she handled things like a true professional would. I gave her the contract against my better judgment but my other hitter is in Amsterdam doing another job I had set up for twice the price of this one. Her name is Camille and she has it all; the skill, the beauty, the brains, the ruthlessness far beyond half of the fuckers I’ve ever dealt with in my life, and her loyalty to me is unfathomable. She is twenty four and has accumulated as much money as the first one I originally taught. But the fact still remains, I should have turned the job down because if things would’ve went a different way; I would’ve felt like s**t  burying  another woman in my life that meant something to me.  She has long fire red hair that makes her stand out anywhere always drawing attention but it fits her droll personality.  

When she called me I was relaxing on the couch reading a book.

 

“What’s up, I was just calling to tell you that I was here at the restaurant waiting on you.” She said calmly.

 

I knew she was on a job and the deadline was tonight but when I saw that she was calling I thought it was to tell me it was completed; but I knew she needed help, she had never called me while on one.

 

“Will you order me a steak if the waiter gets to you before I get there?”

“I got you.” She responded.

 

My neighbor has a teenage daughter that watches my son when I need her so I had that part covered with a phone call but I stood by my bed in a dilemma on taking two or three guns.  I decided on three at the last minute putting it in my jacket pocket before I walked out.  Before I walked in I checked and made sure every gun was chambered and on safety at the car then tucked them when I got out. When I got in the hostess walked me to the table where Camille was at wearing a black haired wig and some clear glasses, she smiled when I sat down but my face stayed serious.

 

“What’s the problem?”  I asked.

“I just need an extra pair of eyes. He has four body guards, his little girl friend keeps eyeballing me because I fucked with her husband a couple of years ago, and I recognize two other hitters here.”

 

I could see her problem; it was way too much going on.  He had to go tonight because he was going to testify tomorrow and would be putting some real powerful people away for a long time.  It took her three weeks to study his movements but she didn’t know two other contractors were hired by some other high profilers that knew he had to go as well.  The question was if the conditions were the same; hers was to keep it quiet. Theirs could be to open fire on him right there in the place just to make a statement, but they didn’t want to shoot it out with body guards so they waited.

 

“Do the hitters know who you are?”

“I don’t think so.   

“I was able to add the potassium cyanide to his food by sneaking in the kitchen while I was flirting with the dishwasher and it should be out in a minute.” She said.

 “Good girl; the only thing we have to wait on is if those other two a******s making a move and taking the money.”

 

She stood up.

 

“I have to go to the restroom; I’ll be right back.”

 

She walked away and I looked at her in her tight fitting blue dress that she had on with a smile. She turned around catching me and smiled with a little blush coming across her face.  The man’s girl stood up and walked in the same direction. I sat and looked in his direction then over at the two hitters that watched him while drinking water.  They wanted to just shoot him and get it over with but with four guards they were out gunned. The waiter came to the table with the food Camille had ordered and the steak she had ordered for me laying it on the table with a smile on his face. Another waiter came out with the marks food taking it to his table. I thanked our waiter and he walked away, before cutting into my food I looked over at him seeing him season his. The problem with having body guards with a mark is that sometimes they will test his food before he does but when one tried he waved him away thinking if any attempt s were made it would have been more blatant. Camille came back to the table and sat down.

 

“Where is the girl Camille?” I asked her.

 

She didn’t answer just looking at me.

 

“What did you do?” I asked.

“I told you she knew who I was and she had been waiting to confront me, bad thing is she did it at the wrong time.” She responded.

“Where is she at?”

 

She smiled at me.

 

“I knocked her out and put her in a stall.”

 

I shook my head.

 

“Well our window is getting shorter by the minute now isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry Chance; she got in my face and even pushed me.”

“Okay, don’t worry about it right now he needs to take a bite of his food before they make their move. If you see them stand up you take the one on the right and I’ll take the left one.”  I responded.

 

I pulled out one of the guns I was carrying and motioned my head for her to reach under the table for it. After she grabbed it and chambered the bullet and smiled putting it away. I cut into my steak and she began to eat her food as well. Looking over at the mark I could see him wondering where his girl was but started to eat on his food while looking around for her.

 

“We are going to wait until the cyanide starts to kick in before we get out of here.”

“It should take ten minutes.” She responded.

“He’s going to be looking for his girl before ten minutes, Camille.”

“Maybe not.” She responded.

 

I turned around looking in the direction she looked in and saw the woman staggering out with a bloody nose and looking over at our table at Camille.

 

“You f*****g b***h!” She yelled out heading to our table.

 

The mark stood up and began grabbing at his collar while sweat began to pour from his forehead as he tried to figure out why he was feeling sick and his girl was bleeding coming towards us. His body guards stood up two checking on him and the other two coming in our direction. Camille stood up and I knew dinner was over when I looked at the two professionals quickly standing up flipping their table up pulling their guns out.

 

“Gun!” One of the guards yelled out and they drew theirs hastily.

 

They flipped the mark’s table and pulled him to the ground behind it and people began to panic screaming, yelling, and running for the exit. Camille punched his lady again knocking her out cold again and I pulled out my two guns and shot one hitter in his head but missed the other as he ducked down. The body guards didn’t know what to do under the pressure around them shooting their guns at the hitter but turned our way when they saw I had my gun out not running like the rest. I knew the mark was behind that table dying so we needed to get out of there before the police arrived. I ran behind a column while she covered me shooting both guns. While they concentrated on us the other hitter snaked his way around to get a closer sight of the mark but I watched him with the rest of players on the chess board and he wasn’t going to win this game. The guards shot her way and I made my own move when the opportunity presented itself.  I carefully and quickly made it in the sight of the marks table and he was in fact suffering from the poison but his guards were worried about Camille; they didn’t know she had already struck as he was going into a seizure while they protected him trying not get shot as well.  I watched the man get closer being covered by the guard’s paranoia mixed with the tables he hid behind. He got closer and stood up to at least get a shot somewhere critical on the mark so he could claim it. I shot him twice in the chest and the last one in the head before he fell giving away my position making them shoot at me. Plaster broke off of the pillar I was behind as bullets destroyed it as while trying to blind fire I found that the gun that was not empty jammed when I tried to fire it. One of them must had known because he made his way towards me but Camille shot him in the leg making him fall in pain before he got to me. Time was growing shorter and I had one clip and a jammed gun that I wanted to throw but I didn’t have gloves on so I couldn’t. I put it in a holster and loaded my last twelve up. 

Me and Camille thought a like on some strange mind link because we stood up at the same time across the room from each other and knew that these guards were only doing a job so when we aimed we shot legs and arms only putting them out of commission without killing them. I pointed at the exit and she pointed at the kitchen beginning to run so I followed. I got to her and looked around quickly.

 

“It’s time to go.” I said grabbing her arm.

“Go ahead and get out of here, I have to do something.” She responded.

 “We have to get out of here.” I said grabbing her wrist seeing a gun resting in that hand.

“Chance I’ll meet you at the house, I got this now.” She said.

 

She took off in the opposite direction and I thought in my head, f**k it. But when I got home I paced the floor like a father waiting on his daughter coming home on prom night. When she knocked at my door I wanted to hug her but I kept my professionalism.

 

“It’s about f*****g time.”

“I had to get rid of the surveillance tapes.” She responded.

 

I was proud of her but I kept composure.

 

“Just go chill somewhere while I confirm the completion.” I said and walked away.  

 

I made the call and got the money transfer and here I sit with a pack of smokes I kept hidden away and this bourbon I used to drink on to forget about my life. She has done eight contracts and tonight has been the first time I worried about her. Sometimes I wonder if my daughters would’ve ended up like her if they had lived. My oldest would’ve; but I would’ve done the same thing in an instant.

I don’t hear her but I can feel her presence behind me standing at the open door of my office. I rotate my executive chair facing her. She walks in with a smile on her face and I can’t help but to smile back.

 

“Donovan woke up when the neighbor girl brought him back but I got him back to sleep.” She said sitting down across from me.

“Thank you, did you tell him the bunny story?”

“Yeah, you know I did.” She answers.

 

She is the only other female he knows except for the one that raised him before I knew he existed, his mother died after giving birth to him. She stayed with us for nearly a year while I trained her so he had grown fond of her.

 

“Thank you for helping me tonight.” She added.

“Don’t worry about it; I’d rather help you than see you dead.”

“I know, but I didn’t know that it was going to go down like…”

“Camille, if Xavier was here I would have sent him but since he’s not I had to protect my investment.”  I say and watch her face almost get mad at the comment but she smiles it off instead.

“I didn’t know those two other hitters were going to be there.”

 “But you knew the girl was going to be.”

“Yeah but I didn’t think she would recognize me.”

 

I can’t help but to laugh thinking about the whole thing now remembering how fast she knocked her out but I wanted to keep my serious demeanor. I pulled out an envelope with her money in it out and slid it across my desk to her.

 

“I should take a bigger percentage this time.” I said watching her grab it.

“How much do you want?” She asks opening it in front of me.

“I’m joking; you earned that.” I respond.

 

She picks it up and looks at me without saying a word.

 

“Are you still putting a percentage of the money you are making away?”

“Ten percent after every job, I remember.”

“Good, this profession doesn’t have a 401K retirement plan.”

“I’m about leave; do you need anything before I go?” She asks.

“No, I’m fine. It’s late; stay in your old room tonight you can go in the morning.” I offer.

“No, I’ve got some things to do; the night is still young.”

“I’ll be in touch then.” I responded watching her stand up walking over to me.

 

She gives me a hug and kisses me on top of my head. 

 

“Tonight was fun; we’ll have to do it again.” She said smiling.

“Next time no past enemies at the work site please?”

“I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises.” She responds walking away playfully.

“Just don’t call me then.”

“Chance, don’t kid yourself; if I do you’ll be there to help me again.” She said walking out.

 

She was right; I would be there to help her. But next time I will take more money from her for doing it.

 

 

           -The End for Now.

 

 

Author's Note

My main character from a lot of my short stories and my novel has quit killing and in his future he doesn't kill any more but owns a couple of hitters of his own. His female dragon needs help so he helps in the only way he can; guns and bullets.

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