Stiletto had been so close to bringing down your crime family… if only she knew how close she really was. Six months. For six months you had her running around in circles with pretty lies and charming smiles. She should’ve known better.

With an irritated grunt she stabbed the blade of her knife into your picture. From where the photo was taken would remain a mystery to everyone; her glare focused on her arm that was wrapped around you. She already ripped up the other half of the picture and threw it away because she didn’t need the reminder of her stupid mistake.

You didn’t realize it yet but she had you cornered. Everything was going according to plan with the final pieces slowly falling into place. Soon it’d be time to act, she’d clean the world of another bit of trash and enact sweet revenge.

She was pulled from her thoughts by a knock on the door, her brows furrowing checking the watch in her wrist. Who’d be here at this time of night? She thought to herself making her way over to the door she picked the butterfly knife up off the end table in one hand the other twisting the knob pulling the door to her apartment open.

What she didn’t expect to see was you standing on the other side so casually waiting with that stupid smile on your lips.