by Silk White
The first thing James had to figure out was how he was going to catch Angela. The second thing he had to figure out was when or if he did catch Angela would he be able to pull the trigger if he had to. His mouth was saying one thing, but his heart was saying something totally different. James Carter knew the only way he was going to catch the man in the tailored suit was if he found Angela before it was too late.
Chapter 2
Angela eased down into the tub filled with ice water. Her body was sore and it ached from the run in she’d had with The White Shadow. On top of the toilet seat sat her .380 with the silencer attached to the barrel. Angela didn’t know too much about the man they called The White Shadow, but had heard a lot about him and all of his brutal killings. He was at the top of his class and great at what he did. Angela knew from the jump that The White Shadow was going to be a serious problem, a problem that she didn’t need right now, and a problem that wouldn’t go away until it was buried six feet deep. Angela was sure that everything she had learned about the killing business would be put to the test before it was all said and done. The White Shadow was as sharp as a tack and he was the number one assassin for a reason. Angela was sure she was going to find out just why he was ranked higher than her.
Angela opened a B.C. powder and downed it with a glass of water. The ice water got rid of some of the pain, but not all of it. With The White Shadow on her trail Angela knew she wouldn’t be able to stay in one spot for too long. If she was going to be a target, she planned on being a moving one. Hopping out of the tub, Angela dried off with a towel, and walked around her motel room butt naked. She needed a low key spot to rest her head while she formulated and came up with her next plan. She quickly slipped on a red lace thong and placed her laptop on the desk. While Angela waited for her computer to boot up, her mind drifted off to James. She hated that things had gone down the way they did, but it was too late to go back and change things now. James was the first man that Angela ever really loved. Even though she knew she should have never gotten involved with him in the first place. In her mind, Angela wished that somehow her and James could have figured out a way to make it work where the two of them could have just left town and lived happily ever after, but that was a fantasy. The harsh reality was that the next time the two of them crossed each other’s path, there would be sparks flying. Not sparks from love, but sparks from a pistol.
Angela kept on looking over her shoulder at the door. To say that The White Shadow had her paranoid was an understatement. Angela looked up something on the internet real quick and then quickly hopped up and got dressed. She put on black army pants, a black wife beater, and black combat boots. She placed her custom made Teflon vest over her head, pulled the straps tight, and snapped the Velcro across her chest. She quickly threw a thin tight fitting black long sleeve shirt over her vest, threw on her blond wig, and walked up to the mirror in the bathroom to make sure her blond wig sat perfect on top of her head. She placed a black skull cap on top of her blond wig and last but not least she put a pair of dark shades over her eyes to help hide her identity.
Angela reached under the bed and pulled out a duffle bag and sat it on the bed. Inside the bag were several different types of guns along with several other killing instruments. Angela tossed the duffle bag over her shoulder and headed out the door. She needed some answers and she knew just where to go and get them.
* * * *
Mr. Goldberg paced back and forth in his home office as he spoke to one of his high end clients on the phone. “Yes Capo, I am working on your appeal,” he said into the receiver. Mr. Goldberg was the slickest lawyer in New York City and he always found a way to somehow beat his cases. “Yes I promise I’ll be up there to see you next week,” he said then ended the call. Mr. Goldberg hit the power button on his phone and cut it off. His work was starting to consume his life. He badly needed a vacation, but his greediness and love for money kept him working around the clock. Mr. Goldberg exited his office and headed downstairs. He was in desperate need of a strong drink. He mumbled a few curse words to himself as he entered the kitchen and hit the light switch. When the lights cut on, Mr. Goldberg almost shitted on himself. Standing in his kitchen stood Angela dressed in all black with a two handed grip on a .380 with a silencer attached to the end pointed at his face.
“You scared the shit out of me,” Mr. Goldberg said with a hand on his chest. “Put the gun down please! My family is upstairs for God sake,” he said coolly.
Angela squeezed the trigger and watched as a bullet lodged in the wall inches away from Mr. Goldberg’s head. “The next one won’t miss,” she warned in a stern rugged voice.
Mr. Goldberg raised his hands in surrender. “Take it easy Angela… I’m your friend; remember?”
“Where can I find Mr. Biggz?”
“Your guess is as good as mines,” Mr. Goldberg answered quickly. Even if he did know of Mr. Biggz whereabouts, he would rather die before giving him up. Mr. Biggz was a very important man in the underworld. He had power and enough money to buy his own country if he wanted. Everyone who was somebody knew that Mr. Biggz wasn’t to be fucked with. For years he and Angela did business together and things didn’t turn sour until Angela didn’t complete the contract on Agent James Carter. For Angela’s defiance Mr. Biggz had hired The White Shadow and paid him top dollar to take out The Teflon Queen.
“Last chance,” Angela said slowly removing her sunglasses from her face.
“Come on Angela,” Mr. Goldberg began. “We both know that…”
Angela hit Mr. Goldberg with a quick rabbit punch, a shock to his temple, and stunned him. This punch turned Mr. Goldberg’s legs into noodles. She yanked his shirt and swept his feet from up under him sending him crashing down to the cold tiled kitchen floor. Angela flicked her wrist and a sharp blade instantly appeared in the palm of her hand. That same hand quickly found Mr. Goldberg’s throat. She made sure that the knife pinched the lawyers neck just enough to draw blood.
“Alright! Alright!” Mr. Goldberg squealed with fear and desperation in his voice. He silently prayed to God that his wife didn’t come downstairs. “I don’t know where Mr. Biggz lays his head. No one does.”
“Well you better give me something!”
“I have a number for him,” Mr. Goldberg confessed. He had to give Angela something. If not, he was sure she would kill him and his entire family and that was a chance he wasn’t willing to take.
“Call him for me,” Angela said lifting Mr. Goldberg up to his feet. She watched as the lawyer fumbled around with his phone and then finally makes a call.
Mr. Goldberg didn’t want to be involved or caught in the middle of this sticky situation, but what other choice did he have? On the fourth ring, Mr. Biggz finally picked up.
“What do you want Goldberg?” Mr. Biggz asked.
The sound of soft music and several women laughing and joking in the background could be heard. “What you calling to squeeze me for some more of my hard earned money or some…”
Angela snatched the phone from Mr. Goldberg’s hand. “So this is what it comes down to?”
Mr. Biggz asked, “Number two is that you?” Her silence answered his question. “Listen Angela, don’t make this personal. This is just business. You knew the rules to the game before you played.”
“All the hits I’ve did for you and you couldn’t let me slide just this once?”
“Sorry Angela but the game doesn’t work that way,” Mr. Biggz explained. “If you knew you couldn’t kill James Carter then you shouldn’t have taken the contract.”
“I didn’t know I was going to fall in love with him!” she yelled. “I thought I could kill him, but I couldn’t! Damn, can I have a break?”
“Ain’t no breaks in this business Angela. You are a fucking killer and killers like you don’t fall in love!” Mr. Biggz barked. “You didn’t fulfill the contact and now you have to pay the price. That’s just how it works.”
“So because I didn’t fulfill one contract out
of hundreds, I deserve to die?”
“Listen number two, that’s not my problem,” Mr. Biggz said in a bored tone.
“Well guess what?” Angela said in a stern vicious tone. “I just became your problem…. And I plan on seeing you real soon!”
Mr. Biggz laughed loudly. “Are you threatening me Angela?”
“I don’t make threats….I make promises!”
“So that’s how you want to play it?” Mr. Biggz asked with his tone changing from playful to serious in just a matter of seconds. The smile on his face now flipped upside down. “I’ll tell you what I’mma do since you wanna be a superwoman and a tough guy.” He paused for a second. “I’m going to double the price on your head… And since you don’t know what to say out that filthy mouth of yours…. I’m putting the same amount on Agent James Carter’s head also.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Angela growled. Her palms got moist and the tone of Mr. Biggz voice made her nostrils flare. He had her ready to kill without thinking twice.
“You ain’t the killer that you used to be Angela,” Mr. Biggz told her. “You should have retired a long time ago.”
“Mark my words…. I’mma see you.”
“Yeah in hell!” Mr. Biggz yelled and then hung up in Angela’s ear.
Angela tossed Mr. Goldberg his phone, turned, and headed for the exit.
“Where you going?” Mr. Goldberg called out. He liked Angela and knew that more than likely this would be his last time seeing her alive. Inside he felt bad for her and wished it was something he could do to help.
“I have to go protect James,” she answered sadly. “It’s no reason he should have to die because of me.”
“You really love him don’t you?”
“More than anything in this world,” Angela said and then went out the door.
Chapter 3
“Ooooh Papi,” the Dominican Escort purred in ecstasy. Her moans came from a place deep down inside. Her moans started off soft and then they became desperate. The Dominican woman wrapped her arms around The White Shadow’s neck and held on for dear life. The White Shadow pulled the Dominican beauty’s knees up and put her legs on his shoulders. He effortlessly lifted her up into the air. All she could do was hold on while The White Shadow bounced her up and down as hard as he could. All that could be heard was skin against skin while the Dominican beauty started to scream and holler like she was being stabbed to death. She dug her nails into his skin, marking his body up. She left red scratches all up and down his back and neck. The White Shadow went deeper and stroked her love tunnel fast. He stroked it more aggressively until her vagina sung a wet tune.
The Dominican beauty bit down on her bottom lip and stared into the eyes of her lover for the night, crystal clear blue eyes, eyes that told her that this man wasn’t as innocent or as quiet as he seemed or portrayed to be, and the eyes of a killer.
“Toma! Toma! Toma!” The White Shadow growled telling his Dominican lover to “take this dick” in Spanish. The White Shadow then roughly tossed his sex partner down on the bed. The bed springs whined as the bed adjusted to the woman’s weight. The White Shadow quickly mounted her and entered her walls like a man on a mission. He kissed her body, slapped her ass, pulled her long black hair, and spoke dirty to her in Spanish all while enjoying the furnace that was between her legs. The Dominican beauty sweat as if she had been out on a farm working all day. She stopped screaming, closed her eyes tight, and opened her mouth in the shape of an “O”. Her face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure at the same time. If the neighbors in the next room didn’t know any better, they would have thought a domestic situation was taking place inside their room.
Finally she spoke again. “Ooooh Papi! Papi… Papi… Dame mucho! Mucho! Ahhh, ahhh!” The Dominican beauty’s legs started to tremble and then her entire body did the same as a violent orgasm erupted between her thighs. The Dominican beauty closed her eyes again as her breathing tensed, her entire body started to tremble, she swallowed hard, panted, looked up at The White Shadow, and called him an animal in Spanish. She smiled and ten minutes later she was sound asleep.
After a nice hot shower, The White Shadow walked around his $1200.00 a night hotel room in nothing but a towel. He walked over to the closet and removed an all black expensive suit. The closet contained several tailored outfits all lined in Kevlar. He had high fashion attire shipped straight from Columbia. His suit could be worn out to dinner or on a battle field. The White Shadow slipped his two 9mm’s with suppressors attached to the business end of the guns down into each one of his shoulder holsters. He put a small backup Glock in his ankle holster and clipped several sharp throwing knives to the back of his belt along with several extra clips. If all else failed, his best weapons were his hands and feet. The White Shadow was trained and knew how to take a life more than 250 ways. It was a reason he was called number one and well known in the underworld for being the best contract killer in the business. Every time The White Shadow took a contract, he would go out of his way to show and prove why he was the best at what he did and that’s why he got paid the big bucks.
The White Shadow’s cellular buzzed indicating that he had a text message. It was time to get back to work. He picked up his cell phone and saw that Mr. Biggz had transferred funds into his account and texted him an address. His cellular buzzed another text message and this time the text was a picture of none other than James Carter.
Immediately The White Shadow recognized the agent from the train incident and in his world killing the agent would be easier than stealing candy from a baby. The White Shadow threw on his suit jacket. The expensive all black custom made suit was tailored perfectly to his medium build body. He adjusted his slim tie and grabbed his briefcase that stored two types of broken down assault rifles with bullets big enough to chop down trees. The White Shadow pulled out a few bills and threw them on the nightstand for his Dominican beauty. He turned and stared at her perfectly shaped body sprawled across the bed for a few minutes and then left out the door.
The White Shadow tossed his suitcase in the back seat of his 745 B.M.W. He hopped behind the wheel and pulled out into the street like a mad man. He was already rich so he wasn’t in the business for the money, but instead he did it for the love of the sport which made him even more dangerous and ruthless. As he made his way across town, all that was on The White Shadow’s mind was murder. He only got called for the big jobs and he never disappointed and he always fulfilled his contact. As soon as he agreed to take the contact on The Teflon Queen, he did his homework on her. He knew her favorite foods, favorite places to eat, favorite places to shop, and he also knew that the man she had been sleeping with was none other than Agent James Carter. The White Shadow quickly hit the brakes as an angry New York yellow cab driver cut out in front of him and gave him the middle finger. Immediately The White Shadow knew he wouldn’t be in America for too much longer. He hated Americans; especially the ones in New York City. He couldn’t stand their nasty attitudes and rudeness. The White Shadow flexed his fingers in his black leather gloves and continued on towards his destination.
Chapter 4
Agent James Carter and a few other agents stood in his home searching through all of Angela’s belongings hoping to find something that would lead them straight to her. As James went through all of Angela’s things, it brought back all of the good memories the two of them had shared. The Angela that he knew was a sweetheart, an easy person to love, not this ruthless killer that they had made her out to be. The more James thought about it, if Angela was a professional killer then why was he still alive? Certain things just weren’t adding up to him. As James searched through Angela’s luggage, he came across a picture of the two of them together kissing. He remembered exactly when and where that picture was taken. James stuck the picture down into his pocket. Did he still love Angela? Yes, but would his love for her stop him from taking her down by any means necessary….No!
Agent James Carter had a job to do and he didn’t plan o
n stopping until that job was done. As the other agents searched through his home, they found a chest in the back of one of his closets that was filled with guns, ammunition, body armor, and all types of other killing instruments. The FBI wasn’t taking this case lightly. They planned on shooting first onsite. They weren’t taking any chances with The Teflon Queen. She was considered armed and very dangerous and every agent had the green light to shoot on site. The more James thought about the situation, the angrier he became and the more he began to hate Angela.
Two hours later James sat at his kitchen table alone sipping on Vodka and Orange Juice as he tried to get his thoughts together and cope with the situation at hand. He had spent all of his adult life searching for a woman like Angela and now that he had found her, he would more than likely have to kill her and that was eating away at him. James reached for the bottle of Vodka, but quickly paused when he heard a noise coming from the back room. He quickly stood up, removed the loose tie from around his neck, snatched his .45 from its holster, and then inched his way back towards the bedroom. James wasn’t sure what the noise was, but he planned on finding out. With a strong two handed grip, and his arms extended, the .45 entered the bedroom first. Immediately James noticed that the window in his bedroom was wide open. He was sure that he hadn’t left the window open himself so that could only mean one thing. He wasn’t in the house alone. James went to reach for his cell phone to call in for backup when he felt the business end of a gun being pressed to the back of his head.
“Don’t even think about it,” he heard an angry woman’s voice growl into his ear. “Cell phone and gun,” the voice said. “Drop them on the floor now!”
“You’re making a big mistake Angela,” James said through clenched teeth. His voice was cold and had a mean edge to it.
“Do it now!”
James tossed his gun and cell phone down to the floor and then slowly turned around to face the woman he thought he’d marry some day. “How could you do this to me? I thought you loved me?”