chapter 163

word count: 1123

as manny eased the huge black escalade onto the highway,, boa’s mind was busily calculating her next move.. today’s body count was up to four if you included gina o’houlihan,, who even though she was not taken out as a direct result of an order issued by boa herself,, she would have been,, had she and manny gotten to her first..   

frank the skank could be easily explained away,, he had been trying to serve two masters,, and even though boa hadn’t realized that until after she saw his signature handiwork on the body of gina o’houlihan,, she could convolute the truth in such a way that it would look like she had him taken out, for the sake of the family.. he knew too much.. he couldn’t be trusted. he paid the price.. nice and tidy.. just the way boa liked it.. 

then there was the kevin.. by all rights and purposes,, seeing as how her relationship with him had never been kept a secret in any way,, she could call that personal.. details could then be avoided.. although her use of the loft was less than sanctioned,, she figured she could justify that one without too much trouble as well, if and when it  ever became topic for discussion.. 

the little brunette british number, now that one was going to take a little more creativity to make it fall not only within the lines of her jurisdiction to order the kill,, but it had to come off sounding as if a split second decision had to be made.. something life or death would have had to proceed the bullet expertly placed in the brit’s head.. and exactly what that something had been,, was going to take even someone with the manipulative expertise that boa possessed,,  a little time to figure out.. 

manny pulled the escalade up to the penthouse entrance of the entourage,, where boa slid her passkey and opened the door as soon as she heard it click.. she opened the elevator in a like fashion and when it opened directly into the entrance way of her suite,, she was met by the business end of a .45 caliber semi- automatic with yet another nameless brute supplied by the big guy to keep her safe at all cost, at the other end... 

“relax!” she nearly spit at him as she quickly crossed through the entranceway,, and proceeded upstairs to her ‘office’ where she securely locked the door behind her.. 

once she was satisfied that not only was she securely locked in behind the closed door,, but that no one would be rushing to her with frivolous messages that had been left for her in her absence,, she pulled the mercurochrome bottle from her black snakeskin bag,, and held it up to the light.. 

ah yes!! there it was,, just as kevin said it would be.. she shook the bottle gently just to hear it tinkle against the glass as she walked over to the sink,, turned on the water,, and proceeded to pour the contents of the bottle into the sink.. 

she allowed the water to free fall over the gem,, washing away all the pesky red liquid so as to not stain her delicate yet deadly hands.. finally,, all evidence of the red stain disappeared,, and the oblique, step cut diamond,, lay wet and glistening against the ebony marble of the bowl..

it was easily the most immense diamond she had ever held in her own hands. she held it up to the light.. the step cut around the circumference of the stone caused it’s reflective quality to be almost blinding as it refracted the glow of the ten round, clear bulbs that surrounded the beveled mirror just over the vanity.. 

boa slipped the ring onto the third finger of her left hand.. she held her hand at arm’s length and admired how it complimented bother her pale white skin,, and her elegant black nails.. 

“mine.. all mine..” she whispered to herself as she pressed her diamond studded finger against her top of the line breasts, just over her heart,, much like one would caress a beloved child.. she watched herself in the mirror as she swayed methodically from side to side,, dancing to music evidently only she could hear.. 

this diamond might very well buy her freedom.. take her places even mr. big could never find her.. for the first time in her life she could feel, taste, and smell a life outside of the clutches of any lecherous male.. the very thought of it, caused the heightened beats of her heart to rise up,  pounding right through her generous, fleshy breast.. it brought a flush to her cheeks as it awakened the realization that from this moment forward she was truly her own master.. 

no  longer would she be a slave to the power awarded to her by some fat balding male, who’s only real claim to fame was that he had methodically taken out all of his competition.. no this was different.. different in every way.. she was at last being rewarded for all the hard work and personal sacrifices she had made over course of her life. a life that had taken a seemingly hell bent,, drug addicted young stripper by the name of sally blum,, and turned her into the most precious creature she saw standing before her today..

“boa…” she mouthed to herself in the mirror as she admired the elaborately cut stone while she held it against the skin tight sheer black fabric that barely contained her abundant breasts.. 

thump,, thump!! there was a knock on the door.. 

“what is it?” she called out never breaking her enamored gaze into the mirror.. 

“it’s the big guy!” a gruff sounding voice answered through the door.. 

“tell him,, oh just tell him i’m showering.. tell him i will call him back..” she was in no mood to talk to anyone right now.. especially, the big guy.. 

“he’s not on the phone..” announced the gruff voice on the other side of the door, “he’s waiting for you in the sitting room.. and he said he is in no mood to be kept waiting!!”

“i’ll be right down!” boa said almost lyrically,, trying desperately to hide the grip of fear that had taken over where her personal ecstasy had been so abruptly cut off.. 

'oh fuck!’ she said to herself as she secreted the diamond away inside one of her numerous playthings designed especially for a females intimate pleasure.. 

she took a deep cleansing breath,, checked her ever perfect look in the mirror,, and quickly made her way towards the door.. 

‘he knows.. he has to know,, or he wouldn’t be here…’