Dirty Dianne

Dianne

11:05 pm,

Somewhere in Chicago.

"Hi! I'm Dianne! I heard you need a pill for tonight, how badly do you want that pill?" Dianne asked staring into a client's unnerving eyes, a man around his 40s, trusted himself to win this beauty's eyes over but one thing interfered with her stern face. She stood before him in black lingerie and black strapped heels while the room was illuminated in red dim bulbs, he was sitting on the wooden chair waiting to get his demon satisfied. "Go on honey, pile it up!" A curve settled on her black-painted lips.

"Anything for Dianne!" He snapped in excitement and began tucking bundles of dollars into a bag. She turned to her black purse on the table, took out a dagger with a glistering blade, sniffed it for 3 seconds then exhaled in contentment. She turned to him afterward maintaining a smirk, his eyes widened, and his excitement had turned into a frenzy. Her lengthy black finger nails rubbed the blade that sparkled like a rhinestone beside the fall.

"Don't scream my dear, you'd only kill yourself even more!" She smirked. Her icy voice stabbed him even before the dagger did, she drew close after he had finish packing the cash into the bag.

"You whore! A slut, that's who you are!" He blurted angrily, his veins had sprouted in accordance. She smirked again ignoring his words, this is not the first time she has dealt with clients like him. To her, he was a broke minor.

"I would not be a slut if you had given out jobs like you claim, my bad, sweetheart." She placed the knife around the vein on his neck while he quivered in fear. "Watch a slut take your dreadful life!"

She sliced neatly through the vein on his neck as he bled to death.

She turned to the bag of money lying at the corner and smiled in content. "Just like other nights, i want something way bigger than i am! Is there?!" She said underneath her breathe. She wiped the daggers' blade on his tainted shirt then tucked the dagger into her purse. She wore the brown coat that laid in bed followed by her purse and money bag, she stormed out stylishly

Dianne Browne, 27, a beautiful, sassy, sexy, stern, attractive and ambitious woman who's got a strong desire to be very wealthy and powerful. She's concluded to be a whore, an explicit sex worker, a swindler and never sure if she was a murderer because no one has gotten the chance to prove her to be guilty and to overthrow her. How far can anyone try to render her helpless if given a chance?!

As soon as she stormed out of the motel, she stopped a cab, she entered without looking back at the cold blooded murder she had just committed. The smile of content and fulfilment wouldn't fade away so easily and she believes that no one has been born to make it fade either.

"To the Olives!" She instructed

The driver nodded in agreement as he driver sped away.

15 minutes on,

She paid the cab driver and watched him drive out of sight. A well physically built man approached in a black coat, he appeared from the thick darkness except for the street light that shone around to make objects visible. His neatly tied dark silky hair was a beauty of its own.

"Castro!" She called out calmly while he stood before her with a tight smile . "Job done!" She added

"You never seem to disappoint, do you?"

"How could i? It is Dianne you are speaking with not a bitch out there, so?" She reminded in confidence, he smiled in content. She was one special lady he's never seen underestimated. She is calculable and unpredictable.

"I could never forget! How much have you got for tonight?" He asked going straight to main purpose of the meeting.

"$10,000! No reductions! Just as budgeted!" She handed him the bag of cash, he sniffed the bag and smiled broadly, now, he exposed his fine set of teeth.

"You are heaven sent! Always prompt!" He hailed

"I know right! Enough of the praises, where's the boss?"

"Underground!" He snapped. "We've got a meeting at 10am, its scrutiny time!" He added in details

"Alright! I'll take my leave." She attempted to leave, he attempted to speak then she interrupted "Buy me a drink afterwards, Castro!"

"My pleasure!"

She mentioned what was in his mind, they parted. She walked through the winter night in hoping to get a cab as soon as she can.

*DiDi, where are you?*

She read the text her mother, Ana, sent her. She rolled her eyes and shrugged. She was certain of her safety and if anyone would try to scare her, such person would rather restitute with his/her life regardless. She stopped cab and flopped in. She gave him her address then she rested her right arm on head on the window, the cold breeze seemed to be in her favor. The driver adjusted the rear glass to get a better view of her face.

"Hi miss! It's deadly for a woman like you to be out this late, you should be home instead!" He began. Dianne ignored him, her response wouldn't be a nice one; certainly. He furrowed his gray brows and furthered

"Dont get me wrong! The city is on fire! A man was found dead at the motel hours ago...girls these days! What do you think about?" He asked forcing a conversation, she remained silent looking through the window. He was persistent. "Young lady, can you not hear me?" He snapped as he pulled over at her destination. She held the door handle to leave as he held her by the arm instead, he laughed hysterically "Don't be such a bitch, i don't bite except if you want me to! Come on, show me what you got!" He added mockingly. She was pissed at his actions. She pulled out her dagger and pierced it through his right eye and pulled out the dagger. He groaned in pain.

"This is what i got and even more!" She added sternly "That man at the motel died same way you did, pathetically! I took an eye but next time i see you, i'd take your life!" She hopped out of the cab heading to the 3 bedroom apartment that suited herself, her mother and younger sister. The cab driver drove away growling in pain, he was headeed for the nearest clinic. He wouldn't make it, was all she whispered to herself. She took her bunch of keys then tucked the apartment's key intomthe hole and entered.

01:53am,

She turned on the lights to hang her keep her keys kn the stand.

"Where are you coming from, Dianne? It is 54 minutes past 1am..." Ana questioned

"Mother, let's not go there." She snapped cringing

"And the blood stains on your hand? Did you slice a dog as always?" Ana asked sternly

"Mother, i'm fuckin 27, do i also need to remind you about that too?" Dianne gelled. "I'm a grown woman not a child...i'd do whatever i want to do and there's nothing you can do about it 'coz i pay the rent, pay the water and gas bills, the lights, groceries, your allowances and bus fares, Layla's tuition...everything!" Dianne pointed out almost yelling "The moment you try to stop me would be the day you all will die Mother, don't try to stop me again!" Dianne warned then walked out angrily, Ana was hurt by her daughters' words, she flopped into the couch while tears gushed. Layla ran towards her sobbing mother while Dianne gave them a distasteful look. She slammed the door but there was nothing they could do any further.

The Underground:

Roscoe sat before the fireplace surrounded by a couple of huge men in dark room that barely had over three fluorescent bulbs while Castro was standing adjacent in a still position. Roscoe crushed the cigar butt on a tray then stretched forth his hand for another from the case; a man handed him one then lighted it with a cigar lighter. Castro opened the bag of money as a man inspected it

"$10,000!" Castro snapped

"Well, that's not enough!" Roscoe added hoarsely

"Boss! This was all he's got, i worked on his accounts before hand!' Castro explained briefly

"You could have done better!" Roscoe added in defiance. He puffed out the thick smoke from the cigar and proceeded "I provide good clients for these jobs to get done and $10,000 was all you can come up with, within 3 days?" He cautioned

"Sorry, boss! We had to run it up as fast as we could, he was going to catch a flight to Hong Kong in next 15 hours, that's why!" Castro explained again

Dianne walked into the room almost elegantly, she had a superior so humility was required. The sound of her heels caught the attention of everyone causing them to lift their heads towards her direction. She stood before the boss, Roscoe, who continuously smoked.

"I'm sorry for my lateness, boss!" She apologized with her head down

"Sorry? That's all you've got to say? Sorry?" Roscoe flared up

"Boss, what have we got to do to fix it?" Castro asked. Roscoe crushed the cigar's butt on the tray then stood up. He grabbed on Castro's jaw tightly then furthered to Dianne. He grabbed her by her dark straight ponytail and said.