by Katy Rose
Hopping down from the table I throw an arm around Wyatt's shoulders, "Did you die on me, Wyatt? Before my encore was finished? That is so fucking rude. Truly, you should work on your manners. That might have helped you get laid more than using drugs on unsuspecting women.” Slowly each guest begins to fade away. As Mrs. Elliot begins fading, I stroll over to her and check on her like the well-mannered host I am. Leaning forward, I notice her breaths are labored, and the sweat from the toxins has messed up her makeup. I tap her cheek again.
“One last thing, before you go. Thank you for selling my sister and I. I think it was the best thing to happen to us. You see my new papa; he understands me and this sickness I have. With his help, I will continue my work, taking out vile beings such as yourself.” I lean forward watching as the life fades from her eyes. A sense of peace washing over me as I pull out my own little black book and cross her name off the list.
“Sorry the party is over father; it seems to have died out.” I jest as I turn to face Alessio Volpe. “What did you think? Was it up to your standards?”
Looking around, he smiles and claps slowly. “It was very amusing. An exciting and unique death. Do you plan on doing similar parties in the future?”
“Kaleb feels each death should be different and unique. Or lest one get caught.” Kora says while blotting blood off her face.
“Shame. This was fun; perhaps you could throw other parties with different endings, Kaleb. I could see them catching on quite nicely.” He chuckles and gets his phone out. Twenty minutes later the bodies are being disposed of via catering trucks, and there is a team of eight maids being paid handsomely to clean the blood and food from the house.
After a good hot shower, I throw on a pair of sweats and a tight grey t-shirt. Sliding down the hallway into the sitting room, I see Kora cuddled up under her favorite throw reading. Sketch pad laying on the table in front of her. I sit next to her and jiggle her leg until she looks at me. “What are our plans now sis. What have you found out?”
“I combed through all the guest's phones. The guys had a few names of other guys around here, but that is it. Connie Elliot’s phone, however, had a wealth of information. It seems she has eight contacts in different states. Other social workers who are collecting kids to sell. She also has some contacts in Europe and South America.” Kora recounts her last few hours.
“Hm. So where do you feel like going on holiday?” I ask Kora.
“Somewhere warm preferably. I think this contact, Jorge Martinez is in Cancun at the moment. Perhaps we could send invitations to another party from Connie's phone and set up a little show for him and his friends?” she says.
Smirking, I think about it. Cancun works well. Sun, booze, and bloodshed. Picking up the phone, I scroll through the contacts and see a repeated number. Hm. “Could you look through again and see who this number is? Also, transfer money from Elliot’s accounts to our offshore account. We should think about how we are going to spend that money to help the victims.”
“Yeah, hang on. We could always donate the money to the children’s charity. Set up scholarships for the victims. I could make it look like each guy transfers the money. As long as I am within a hundred meters of their homes, it will show as they did it.” Kora grabs her computer and does a firewall search of the number. We watch as the search bar blinks, and we wait. Hopefully, she can pull something useful up.
“I like the idea of spreading the money around to the victims who need it most and the children’s charity. Do what you have to and make it happen, yeah?” I sit back on the couch and start flipping through her sketchbook while waiting.
Alessio strolls in smiling while wiping his hands on a red handkerchief. “Everything has been taken care of. It seems we will be taking a family holiday, yes?”
“Um, yeah I guess that could be fun. But you’re not going to make this weird, are you?” I ask chuckling.
“Make it weird how? I wouldn’t say we are a typical family. Not many I know who kill seven people together do you?” He looks bewildered.
“Don’t expect father and son fishing trips. We kinda missed the mark on that one.” I state flatly.
“Right. I understand.” Alessio seems a little disappointed but not devastated.
“Kaleb, I found a name,” Kora says excitedly. “Diego Satori. Satori is a wealthy businessman and entrepreneur. He owns several hotels and casinos in the Cancun area. He has attended several of Connie's functions. There are six major deposits into her account from him. His last text says he will be down in Cancun for the next two weeks.” A small grin takes her face, and I raise a questioning eyebrow. “I have an idea for him.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of idea?” I ask curiously. Knowing my sister, it will be something ingenious and creative.
“I don’t want to give it away, but how hard do you think it would be to get some spiders?” Her grin grows as does mine and fathers.
“I think we can come up with some poisonous spiders for you. How many do you want?”
“Enough to ensure he is bitten. Also, I am going to use some of those RHB tablets.” She says as an afterthought. Oh, this will be too good. I cannot wait.
“Alright. Seems like we are headed to Cancun. Make sure to pack some sunscreen. I will send a car for you both tomorrow morning. We will take our plane. Make sure Natalia had what she needs as well.” Our father says while laying down a black credit card.
“We are taking Natalia?” I ask.
“Why, of course, we are. She needs to be near her new siblings while we go through the adoption process unless you would rather, I send her to a boarding school?” He says.
“No. She will do better with a new family. One that doesn’t hurt her. What did you do with the others?”
“The younger children were entrusted to families we have thoroughly checked while the girls over age fourteen were asked what they wanted. Dessa has joined the family and is going through private school to get her High school diploma before she is educated in what she needs to help run the children’s center.”
“Good. I’m glad they are being helped.” I reply before showing him to the door. It isn’t that I don’t want Natalia around, I don’t want her to know my sickness. She is so innocent still. I hope she turns out like Kora.
Our plane rolls down the runway at a decent speed before it takes off. My sketch pad sits on my lap open and ready for the gentle caress of my pen. The tarantula is half sketched already; in need of details and shading. I don’t have the focus to finish it at the moment. My package arrived at the hotel this morning. I can’t wait to make it down there. I researched last night and found out that Diego Satori has a hotel opening tomorrow night. I may have packed a tight black dress and a pair of fuck-me heels for the occasion.
Natalia comes over with her brand-new dolls and her little journal. Sitting next to me, she leans back and relaxes. “You are my new big sister, right, Kora?”
“Yes. Babbino said we could stay together if that is what you want. You will live with him on the upper East side though, but you can always visit. I will take you to the park and help you draw and learn to throw pottery. Would you like to enroll in ballet?”
“I would like to be a ballerina. It is so different. From old houses, I was at to now. I will love being with your family. You are good Kora. Kaleb is good too even if he doesn’t think so.” Natalia looks up with her big blue eyes, and I have to stop myself from laughing.
“Yes, Kaleb is much better than even he thinks he is.” I finally reply before showing her my sketch and answering all her questions about how the school will be and what a tutor is. Time passes quickly while trying to keep up with Natalia, and before I know it, we are landing.
“Ladies, it is time to get off and go down to our hotel. Are you ready?” Kaleb stands in the aisle with our carry-on bags in his hand. We get off, and into the jeeps for the cabana, we rented under father’s name. After we get into the cabana, I tell Natalia to get her swimming suit on. We spend the rest of th
e day swimming and exploring around our hotel. The next morning Babbino takes Natalia off on a zip lining adventure. Kaleb goes off in search of a yacht to get ready for his next party. I spend the day relaxing in the spa and getting waxed.
That evening we set up a movie by the pool and watch a cartoon movie with Natalia before putting her to bed. I go and get ready for the hotel opening. My long blonde hair is French braided, and I clip the red wig in place. I have makeup covering my tattoos. Adding heavy eyeliner and a beauty mark above my lip, the dark brown contacts make me look like a very different person. Perfect. My sky-high heels add another six inches onto my thin frame. Walking into the living area, I get Kaleb's attention from where he is working out on the floor.
“You don’t look like Kora.” He grins as he takes in the wig and new appearance.
“Good. Hopefully, Diego will agree with you. This will be a lot easier if he buys that I am Connie and Professor Elliot's niece.” I smirk as I grab my package and overnight bag.
“You have everything you need?” He asks between reps.
“Yes, and what I don’t have in my bag I already have stashed in the hotel room.” I head toward the door, ready for my night.
“Be careful. If anything happens to you, I will destroy this entire country finding you.” He isn’t looking at me as he proclaims his feelings. Smiling, I wave over my shoulder as I walk out. That is the thing with sibling love. It is always there. We have a difficult time expressing how we feel; we just somehow know that we love each other. Somethings don’t have to be spoken to be known. He would do anything for me, and I would do anything for him as well. He thinks he is sick; I wonder what he would think if he knew how happy killing these sick bastards makes me.
Pulling up to the hotel, I have a large tote to drop off in my room. The cab drops me in front of the hotel, and I catch eyes taking in my petite frame and long bare legs. Thanks to the push-up bra I am wearing I have quite a lot to look at. Getting Diego Satori's attention doesn’t take long. A few sly smiles and flick of my hair as I look the other way. I imagine the light blush helps me appear to be after one thing only. He makes his way over across the room to my place at the bar. I look over at him and then keep my eyes moving like I am not interested.
“Let me buy you a drink.” His broad accent is enough to have goosebumps spreading out across my arms. He notices and runs a finger up the outside of my arm. “I am Diego Satori. Owner of this magnificent hotel.” Pretentious much?
“Magnificent? I fear I don’t see how it isn’t like any other hotel out there.” I smile and nod before adding, “Only if you let me get you a drink. Maybe one up in my room?” I ask sweetly while holding out a key card. Diego takes in and pulls me closer to his chest. Leaning into me, he runs his nose down the side of my face. I stutter out a breath at his forwardness while I grin inwardly at how predictable men are. This took a lot less time than I thought it would.
“This hotel is magnificent because it is mine. My things are always better than the rest. You look familiar, but I cannot place you.” He says.
“Kayla. I am Connie and Seth's niece. My aunt sent me down in her absence.” Holding out my hand, I try not to wiggle when he kisses it. Whatever it takes to get the job done.
“It is my pleasure, Kayla. I have to stay and make appearances. Then I will come up with you. I like it rougher; do you understand?” He looks me in the eyes, so there is no denying what he means.
Nodding along, I show my acceptance and approval. “I like it rough too, though I doubt you can keep up.”
He scoffs loudly. Pointing at me, he shakes his head. “Wait and see girl. You have never been taken like I can.”
I smile and watch as he walks away. He mingles around the room, never letting his eyes stray too far from me. I, in turn, lean against the bar and watch him as he makes his way around the room. Making a show of sipping my drink and licking the cherries that come in it, I catch him staring several times. The more time he spends staring, the more I know I have him hooked
An hour later, he is headed my way. He flashes the key card as we walk into the elevator. Wasting no time his hands come to my ass lifting me up as his mouth makes wet streaks down my throat in sloppy drunk kisses that I suppose are to be romantic?
Walking to the room, I sway my hips enticingly as I watch his eyes zero in on my ass. His hands roam wherever they want to go as I lean back against the wall and wait while he slides the key in. We get in the room, and he looks around smiling. It isn't a cheap room, but it isn't a private cabana either. I make up two glasses of champagne with a bonus to his. Handing him his glass, I am thrilled when he sips the drink without thinking.
“This is my fifth hotel. Isn't it beautiful?” He asks.
I look around. “It is alright. I have seen better.” I tell him.
He scoffs, looking around. “You have seen better? Where?”
“Belize, France, Japan. Now, tell me why you deposited large sums of money into the Elliots' account.” I say breezily.
“Ah, they are good colleagues of mine. They get important imports that I can use to entertain my business partners with, while I strike deals. How did you know about large deposits? I need to sit down. My head is all over the place. It must have been the coke from earlier.” He says in an overly enunciated drawl. The drugs must be taking effect already. That was fast.
“It could be the Rohypnol I added to your drink twenty minutes ago,” I state flatly.
“That it could kill bees.” He slurs as he nods his head. He begins to lay back on the bed. I watch as he becomes useless dead weight before bringing out my bag. In it is sex play handcuffs that I use to lock his hands in place above his head. I wipe the handcuffs down with a wipe. Getting on my rubber gloves, I strip him and fling the clothes around. Posing his body at the right angle, I lift the blankets up that I had pulled down for this, but as I am pulling up the blankets, I get sight of his flaccid penis. How unfortunate for him. It is tiny. No way could he have kept up with me. Snickering, I pull the blanket up to his torso. Next, I pull out my package. Making sure to shake it up a bit. I grab a syringe and fill it with the venom in my purse. Injecting it into his scalp in several places.
“This next part is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me. I find you boring and a little, no pun intended, you are a little trite. For all the things you have done and would continue to do, I find you guilty. For all the girls you have snatched from their homes and sold to Connie, I too find you guilty. I hope you make better decisions in your next life or burn in Hell, whichever you believe.” The needle sinks in like a hot knife going through butter. I try not to overdo it with venom. It only takes 10 milliliters. Once I’m done, I cap the syringe and put it carefully in a Ziploc bag to throw away later.
The spider venom will work in thirty minutes, but it needs one more touch. I open the box of Australian Funnel Web spiders. Sprinkling them onto his naked body and covering them with a heavy blanket to get their defenses up. I grab my bag and leave both keys on the table, wiped down with wipes. Sticking the gloves in my purse, I duck out the door placing a “do not disturb” sign on the door and head down the main hallway.
Walking through the hotel was nothing. I manage to turn very few heads and keep walking with my head held up straight. If anyone gives my description from the party or hotel and cameras, the police will be looking for a dark brunette with brown eyes and a mole. As I get into the bar down the street, I breathe deeply. Ordering a drink or two, I make my alibi down with the locals. After an hour and a half, I stumble out of the bar for effect and hail a cab. In broken Spanish, I tell the driver to drop me at the hotel a block from the cabanas and pay him extra to forget me.
“How did it go?” Kaleb asks from his position on the hammock. He looks like he has been there a while. I think my brother was worried about me. After recent events, I know he has every reason to. It still annoys me that he doesn’t see me as an equal but someone to be protected. I am more dangerous than a black widow.
“Yeah, you remember how to scuba dive right? It should go off rather smoothly. I mean, it is a simple plan.” He says lazily as he rocks back and forth. Kicking the hammock, I laugh as he almost falls out. “What the Hell, Kora?”
“Are you going to tell me the plan or not?” I ask while attempting to calm down.
“Not now. You can wait until tomorrow. You will want to wear a Sundress and probably a wig. Or a large sun hat could hide your hair.” He says mysteriously as he walks in the house.
I lay out on the hammock for a bit, staring at the stars and reliving what transpired at the hotel. Who knew spiders could be so useful? Grinning I pull out my phone and bypass the security system for the hotel. No one is around Diego's room. Great. I pull out his phone and scroll through contacts. I find a few more names and some not so great pictures of his tiny dick. Men. After saving the information, I need, I dismember the phone and throw the pieces into the Ziploc bag with the syringe. I will get rid of it all tomorrow.
Deciding to finish my sketch, I go inside and change into my lightest pair of pajamas. It is humid here, and cotton sticks too. I grab my sketch pad and finish the tarantula. Dating it and sliding the sketch pad into my bag I fall asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillow.
The next morning the maid finds Diego’s ashen colored body handcuffed to the hotel bed. Lucky for Kora he had rushed the opening to the hotel, so there was no backup server set up for the hotel security cameras. A quick swipe of the keys and the whole system was infected with a virus. The police are looking for a Latina woman with long dark hair and brown eyes. Smiling over my coffee, I watch my platinum blonde sister with crystal blue eyes play in the waves with our newest member, Natalia. They look so much alike from back here.