7PM - Ed & Hannah (A 5PM Short Story)

by Chris Heinicke

  “Hannah has been acting under the supervision of an Inspector Morrison, who I now have wrapped around my finger. We’ll get the mission done and kill Hannah in the process—after she’s served her purpose. The video footage will be released after her death, which will be passed off as a revenge killing performed by the Lambigino Family. I’ll be stationed far away and let the precinct fight it out with the mob.”

  “You’re a callous man, Ed. Remind me not to ever piss you off in case you find a way to locate me. What about Morrison?”

  “His life will depend on whether he unleashes the dogs on me or not. All I have to do is drop his name to the mob and his family starts dropping like flies, and he’ll be left for last.”

  “Nice work, but one last thing, Ed. Don’t ever bring another fucking cop into our missions again.”

  Chapter 6 — Hannah

  I paced up and down the short hallway. I’d tried five times to get hold of Morrison, all to no avail. Instead of speaking to my superior, I was told by his receptionist that he was in a meeting. I decided to give it one more go.

  “Sorry, Miss Hall. Inspector Morrison has finished for the day.”

  “Can you give me his personal mobile number?”

  “No, you know I can’t do that.”

  “This is fucking urgent. I’m on an undercover mission, and I need to report something of major concern. Get me the Inspector now.”

  “Miss Hall, do not try to make demands of me. Goodbye.”

  “SHIT!” I threw my burner phone against the kitchen floor, watching pieces break off from the main part of the body of the phone. I knew something had to be up, my inability to communicate with him worried me. Had he been compromised? Morrison was my only link at the moment and the only person I could trust. Was it possible Ed had gotten to him somehow?

  I had to stay strong. I couldn’t let my paranoid mind get the better of me and blow this whole operation. And besides, I was so far deep with the PM organisation that if I were to back out now, I could be in the deepest of stinking shit piles on both sides. I decided to go for a walk and visit a place I hadn’t seen for years.

  ******

  Kneeling inside the old confession box threw so many childhood memories back to me. Back then, I’d asked the Catholic father to forgive me for things like lying to my parents, not doing my homework, smoking behind the school sheds, which had graduated to getting drunk on weekends while still in high school and my first time fornicating at one such party.

  “Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”

  A deep male voice responded, “Please confess your sins.”

  “It has been ten years since my last confession. In the last two days, I have fornicated with two men, one of those in full view of a number of onlookers. I have lied to nearly everyone I’ve met up with, killed two junkies and another man after I performed a sexual act on him. Oh, and I fantasised about performing further sexual acts on one of the men I’ve been with.”

  “Young miss, we live in different times, and for most things, I would say you need to pray for penance, but you’ve killed people, so you need to turn yourself into the police.”

  “But Father, I am one of the police. I’ve been working undercover and made sacrifices for the greater good, because what I will soon uncover will save so many lives. When I sleep, I see the dead I have put there, and even when I blink. But now I’m alone, and the realisation of my sins weighs heavily on me. I need someone to tell me that what I’m doing still has merit, and there is a chance for redemption.”

  “Hannah, you must believe in yourself,” a third voice said.

  I knew that voice. Opening the door to the booth, I saw my father in the flesh smiling at me. I ran up and wrapped my arms around him. Tears fell, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

  “I never told you about the things I did while undercover all those years, and I can still never tell you or your mother. My hands aren’t clean either, but sometimes, I had to take one for the team.”

  “Did you hear everything I said to the priest? No father wants to hear about their daughter doing slutty things.”

  “No, I didn’t like hearing it. But I knew one day you’d be undercover and having to do foul things. If you don’t, you can be killed. In my time, I tried pot numerous times, a bit of coke and even acid. I had sex with prostitutes and even the wife of a high-ranking mob boss. Your mother knew I wasn’t faithful, of course. She didn’t actually ask me to confirm it, but she just knew. I could outsmart anyone when I worked undercover, but your mother always knew if I wasn’t honest with her. You might have your father’s cop instinct, but you have your mother’s beauty and ability to see through the bullshit. If it ever gets too much, give me a call, and I’ll get you out and send you far away. I love you and nothing will change that.”

  We embraced and cried on each other’s shoulders. I had always been Daddy’s girl, and I wondered if there was actually a power in the universe stronger than a man’s love for his daughter, and hers for him. Nothing could hurt me in the moment of my embrace with my rock and my soft place to fall.

  “I have to ask what made you come here? I didn’t even know I was coming here until an hour ago,” I said.

  “I come here a lot since I’ve retired, helping to give back to a church which has done so much for this community. And your mother hates it when I sit around the house all day.”

  We laughed for a few seconds, and we relinquished our embrace. I wanted to sit with my father and talk for hours, but I had to leave soon. The mission would be starting in a few days, and I had to get familiar with the part I had to play.

  Chapter 7 — Ed

  Knowing you’re in the presence of a rat is partly satisfying in that you know their true loyalties and partly daunting in that if you let your guard down at any time, they could bite you. I knew of Hannah’s Catholic upbringing, so it wasn’t hard to find out the exact church she might call into. Of course, it was a long shot, but setting up a spy-cam and microphone didn’t take much effort, so the cost withered into oblivion compared with the potential gain.

  At work, she hung on me like we were a honeymooning couple. Fellow officers seemed to shush whenever we entered a room together, and if Hannah’s aim was to get the precinct to believe we were a romantic item, she seemed to have succeeded.

  It didn’t matter. In fact, it could give me the perfect alibi for when I had to kill her. I would just have to use someone else’s weapon.

  The small group gathered to listen to the recording I made of Hannah at the church and the women each had their own reaction. Hayley wanted to kill her ASAP, Brittany punched the wall while Emily kept her poker face.

  “I fucking knew it. She was trying too hard to get our trust.” Brittany pulled a joint from her pocket.

  “Geez, bitch, no smoking that shit in here,” Hayley said to her. “Let me go to her place and put a bullet in that pretty face of hers.”

  I walked over to Hayley and pulled her in close to me. “Calm down, my lovely sister. Things will be just fine.” I kissed her on the lips, and I just wished I could take her there and then.

  “Can you please stop referring to each other as siblings before you make out? It’s fucking sick,” Emily said. “I’m off to get more acquainted with our temporary member.”

  “Hey, don’t do anything stupid,” I said to her as she opened the door to leave.

  “Don’t worry, Ed. You know I’m good at this shit. I just feel like a bit of a dinner at the hairy V, see if she’s good enough to return the favour.” Emily smiles as she exits.

  “Damn, she’s incorrigible,” Hayley said and pulled me in for a longer kiss.

  “Looks like it’s just me and my pot and a vibrator tonight,” Brittany said. Hayley and I turned away from each other to watch her leave.

  ******

  Hayley and I made sure we made it to her room at the compound before we fucked each other’s brains out. No other woman ever compared to her in bed, or on a table or out i
n a field, or anywhere we had sex. I guess that’s why I got bored of sex with other women. I still liked it, but getting with another man gave me no chance to compare them to Hayley. I never loved another man. I just used them for sex.

  “Do you ever think we could just leave all this behind for a while and just go out and see the world together?” Hayley asked me as her generous sized breasts sat upon my chest.

  “What else could we do? We’re killers, Hayley. It’s what we do and love.”

  “Yes, but we’re not sociopaths. We have more than enough money between us to just go. The bosses know us and trust us enough to let us leave for a while. We don’t have to come back if we don’t want to, either. I love you, Ed. I just want to see every country in the world with you and fuck each other in every single one.”

  We locked lips again in a kiss threatening to lead to another round of lovemaking. While our tongues danced, I allowed the ideas she presented to sink in and explored the extremities of my brain and heart. Every man and woman have a weakness for someone, whether it be the opposite sex or the same gender. Hunger so ravenous it can consume the person who possesses it and causes them to be blind to everything else surrounding them. She was my Achilles heel, my mirror to the other half of my soul and the most satisfying object I could ever desire. When I was with her, I always swore to myself never to fuck another man or woman again. But given my work, I knew I was just lying to myself.

  So why not? Why couldn’t we do just one more job and free ourselves of the conformities of our lives and missions at PMHQ? I smiled. A smile so big it filled my whole body and mind with a fresh wave of enthusiasm for a potential new life. Sometimes, the destiny of one’s life can change in a split second from the utterance of one idea.

  As I rolled over, I grabbed Hayley’s thighs and spread them apart. I thrust myself inside her, lowering my body, and then whispered in her ear, “Just this one last job and we go. You and I… far from here.”

  She cried and spread her legs wider again and grabbed my ass. “Fuck me like it’s the last time we’ll do it.”

  Chapter 8 — Hannah

  I was expecting a quiet night by myself watching a romantic comedy on the TV with a glass of wine and some chocolate, so a knock on the door completely threw me. Who the hell would be visiting me at such a late hour? Maybe it was Ed. He was bad for me and technically, the enemy, setting me up to do some really bad things. But part of me wanted to feel him again—one last time.

  Another knock tore me from my forbidden fantasy. Given my mission, I was always cautious answering the door. I grabbed my pistol and walked on the balls of my feet looking through the peephole. A familiar blonde figure stood on the other side of my door, and as I opened it, Emily smiled and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.

  “So what brings you here?” I asked.

  “I just think we should hang out, get to know each other a bit, seeing as we’ll be working with each other.”

  “Okay, I’m drinking red wine. Care for a glass?”

  “Just give me a long straw, and I’ll drink from the bottle.”

  A smirk crept onto her face. I got her a glass from the cupboard and filled it to near the top.

  “Ah, someone who shares my belief that a glass is made to be filled properly. You’re my type of girl, Hannah.” Emily walked to the couch and leaned on the right end.

  I sat on the other side, and just two feet of lounge space separated us. She kicked off her shoes and put her legs up, almost touching my thigh with her feet. I watched her take a long sip of her drink.

  “Nice drop,” she said. “So is this what you do every night?”

  “Pretty much, unless I have an early start.”

  She looked down at my legs. “You keep yourself in great shape.”

  “I exercise when I can. It can be hard with my hours.”

  “You like being a cop? Must be conflicting doing what we do when you’re supposed to be on the side of the law.” She didn’t mince words.

  “I think the type of people your organisation kill deserve it. Cheating husbands, corrupt politicians. Ed’s told me a fair bit of the types of people who hire you.”

  “You looked like you really got off killing that gangster at the gym. A great performance, indeed.”

  Her eyes stared straight through me. I feared if I even just had a loud thought, it would give me away.

  “Did you say gangster?”

  “Yes. That piece of shit married man was part of the Lambigino family. Not high up on the food chain, but part of it regardless. No offence, but with a new recruit, we set them up with a gangster and hold video evidence just in case they decide to run or get a conscience again.”

  I hoped my face didn’t give me away. “Looks like I better play by the rules then.” I drained the rest of my glass and watched Emily do the same to hers. “I’m having another glass. I’m guessing you won’t since you have to drive.”

  I walked to the kitchen and kept my nerves under wrap as I refilled my glass. Glancing to my left, I noticed Emily walking towards me. She showed me an empty glass, placing it next to the one I had just filled.

  “I thought you might do a fellow girl a favour and let her stay over,” she said, flashing a smile. There had been times I had been hit on by a woman before, so I guessed that was Emily’s play. Another test perhaps?

  “Sure, plenty of room here.” I smiled back and filled her glass to the top again.

  “Wine does crazy things to me.” Emily took a big gulp from the freshly filled glass. Putting it down, she took a step closer to me. “That’s why I don’t drink it often.” She bit her lip and looked me up and down again.

  I drained my glass of the crimson fluid, and the effects of the third glass began to take effect. My mind proceeded to float through the wine-fuelled cloud while my facial muscles involuntarily plastered what felt like a silly looking smile on my face. I decided the best plan might be to call her bluff, so I took a step even closer to her.

  “That’s why I drink it very often.”

  Our faces were just a few inches apart. As my eyes soaked in her features, I understood how men could so easily become lured into having sex with her, and how big a part her seductive personality would play in the mission I would help her with. I began to wonder what would happen if I took the initiative. Leaning forward, my lips found hers, and we shared the taste of fermented grapes as she reciprocated my advance. Her soft mouth tasted so sweet, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to wrestle her tongue with mine. I had never kissed another girl like that, not even during my crazy nights at the bar when I was training. Men would offer to buy drinks for any pairs of girls who would French kiss in full view at the bar, but having a lesbian aunt, it didn’t seem right that while her love for another woman was kept quiet, these girls were kissing for exhibition’s sake for free booze.

  Emily was different. As dangerous as her persona made her look, she was beautiful. My hands reached for the buttons on her blouse, and as I unfastened the last of them, I opened it up and saw a pair of breasts supported by a lacy white bra, a pair I felt immediate envy of.

  “Wow, you’re a feisty one. I like it,” she said. Pulling the shirt off her shoulders, she eyed my legs, and I wondered if she knew I was completely naked under the oversized t-shirt I wore.

  I didn’t give her the chance to find out straight away, pulling her into me and locking lips with her again. My hands located her bra straps, fingers releasing the clasp and setting her perfect boobs free. At this point, I knew there would be no going back.

  I shook with nervous energy as my hands slid to her front and clasped her breasts, nipples poking out between my fingers. Her own hands reached around to my front, starting just above my knees, gliding upwards to the peak of my thighs.

  Her mouth left mine and whispered into my ear, “No panties. Nice.”

  I put my hands on her thighs and discovered through touch the buttons near her left hip. With the flick of my fingers, I soon had the buttons unsecu
red and her skirt on the floor.

  “I see we wear matching underwear.”

  I lifted my shirt over my head and stood completely naked in front of her. Grabbing her hand, I guided her to my bedroom and took a few deep breaths before entering uncharted territory.

  “Get on the bed.” Emily pointed. “I’m gonna lick you like a five-year-old boy licks a bowl of ice cream.”

  I climbed on top of the covers and leaned back, nervously opening my legs to the blonde woman climbing on top of me, gradually lowering her face to my waiting pussy. I put a finger there first to feel my extreme excitement, and I felt wet enough to accept the invasion of a twelve-inch cock without pain. Her tongue circled and flicked around the area surrounding my most sensitive body part, the part most crying out for attention. She moved her head slightly and allowed her tongue to slide inside me. She pushed her tongue in as far as she could, and then forward to the spongy front wall inside me. I clenched my fists, each of them squeezing a handful of bed covering as I arched my back.

  She withdrew her tongue and moved her lips to circle my clit. I didn’t know how much more I could take before exploding, and as her tongue applied pressure onto my most vulnerable body part, I opened my mouth and let out a scream and my body vibrated. My mind floated to a land far away from where I was while my body shook as wave after wave of satisfaction washed over me.

  “You’re welcome,” Emily said as I clenched my legs together and slowed my breathing.

  “Holy shit,” I said. I wanted to say more, but I felt like I just finished a running race.

  “Maybe next time you can return the favour. Anyway, we need sleep.”

  “Why can’t men do that?”