"Come on kid! How could you lose to a girl like that?" Some fat sexist shouts from over my shoulder.

I slide the pile of hundreds over to me chuckling, this is my third game with this amateur.

He's removed his pin strip jacket and his forehead is covered in beads of sweat.

I've claimed a quarter of his bank account already.

Made sure Ryan's arms are away from me I need to concentrate, he's smoking his fourth cigarette, I can feel his eyes on me.

He's right behind me, leaning against a wall and I'm leaning against the table counting bills and guns.

All the guys are cheering for me and honestly, it feels great.

"One last game Seth?" I ask, it's going to be his last game after what he's been up to lately.

"Nah little lady, you're wiping me out."

His scratchy voice is enough to get me going.

He's the guy that carried me into the sketchy van the night I got kidnapped.

Can't believe his was the nicest ass I saw that night.

Big surprise!

He checks the products before they're exported.

I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist and yank me back into Ryan's chest.

My butt is pushed against his...um...you know.

What does he want, I'm having fun here.

He whispers into my ear, "Have you found him yet?"

I scoff focusing my eyes on Seth, "I'm playing with him." I say feeling good about myself.

"Hurry, I don't like the looks these men are giving you." He says squeezing tightly then letting go.

Possessive much?

I'm trying to enjoy my night here before executing a traitor.

"Well boys! Looks like we have a quitter! Anybody else want to play?" I announce, they all start chuckling nervously and one of them answers.

"Miss, I'm sorry but, we don't want to go bankrupt in one night. Maybe some other night?"

They all nod their heads in agreement clamoring a bit.

"Fine, let's play a game then. A mystery game before y'all start complaining about your wives missing ya."

I stand up a bit straighter.

All their weapons are at the table drawn to me, it's a rule that all men disarm before a poker game, Ryan told me that just now.

I'm new and the only woman here so it doesn't apply to me.

Let the matriarchy begin.

"This game is called, who stole from boss's inventory!"

They all look at me, blank expressions and all.

So I continue.

"The fun part is...I already know who it is! And...If you're innocent I'll throw a knife at your head and you sit down."

Everyone's standing, most are coughing and straightening their collars.

They're all against the wall making my job easier.

"What if you hit one of us?" A fat old man asks.

"Sir! I don't miss, besides the culprit won't die so easily."

I have a plan of my own and I want them to look like headless chickens when this is over.

I bend slowly not taking my eyes off them and remove my straps.

Seven innocent, one guilty.

I have seven knives, one revolver and one bullet.

I place them all on the table neatly.

"Boss I thought you said no weapons."

Seth says in a panic.

I look back at Ryan smiling sweetly and he replies returning that smile only with a lustful grin.

"Well, for tonight she is the boss."

I like the sound of that.

I toss my first blade up and down feeling it's weight in my palm.

The power is so satisfying.

Without looking I throw it over Loewi's head.

He's the fat guy that's been making sexist comments all night.

His skin becomes pale and he sits down slowly.

"That'll shut you up."

Next, then another ghostly pale one, one collapses.

I laugh at the one that's gone unconscious, everybody has stopped breathing at this point looking at me wide eyed.

"What? Are you scared? Come on guys."

I laugh at their fear and they soon join me, "You should be terrified."

Soon there's only two left, Seth and Byers.

Byers is losing his shit, his eyes are watery and glassy.

He's scared but only because of my wicked ass, he's safe.

Seth on the other hand thinks that looking composed can hide the fact that he's going to die tonight.

His eyes can't hide the guilt he's harboring, the eyes tell me everything.

"Oooh this is so fun!" I exclaim clapping my hands.

I can't control my excitement.

"This is so exciting, two opponents left in the ring! Tonight, we're all going to see who's been lying!"

I grab the last blade and sigh, "Goodbye for now my friend." I whisper and kiss it.

I notice all the weird looks coming in my direction but, I don't mind it.

I launch my beloved knife at Byer's head and watch as he sits down slowly like the retreating shadow of a passing raven.

"Daddy I'm so sorry for ruining the walls." I say pouting looking at Ryan's awed face.

All my knives are sticking out at the hilts on the lovely wall.

One with a poor toupee stuck to it.

"That's quite alright baby." He replies in that low, sexy voice I love so much.

I turn back to my game.

All eyes are on Seth and me.

Me the centre of attention.

Yipee!

I pick up the revolver, place the silver bullet into the barrel locking it in place.

"Seth my boy, it was fun playing with you."

He breaks down immediately, eyes panic-stricken as he begs for his life.

I slowly approach him making my steps slow and deliberate.

"I'm sorry! I just...I..." "You what? Finish your sentence."

He gulps his Adam's apple bobbing as he does so.

"Do you know the song Time to say Goodbye?" I ask him tilting my head to the side.

My gun feels lighter and more impatient with every step I take towards him.

I spin the barrel many times feeling as the weight on my beating heart lifts.

"N..No?"

He doesn't know time to say—

Alright, he's a real stinker.

"Eh wrong answer."

I hold my gun up to his red face and click, nothing.

The entire room breathes out a sigh of relief.

I spin my barrel again, "What about the Simpsons?"

A tear falls down his cheek and I just can't help but laugh.

I laugh so hard that my stomach starts to hurt.

"Guys, I'm making a grown man cry."

Silence speaks volumes.

Click-

I spin it one more time.

"Finish your sentence." I sing.

He is literally sweating bullets, his hair stuck to his skull like wet paper to glue

"I...I got greedy. I saw how much inventory is on the market, how much this man makes and thought, would it hurt if I took a few? I know, I'm already paid a lot but...I don't know."

He stutters looking just about ready to die.

I pull my trigger slowly, yawning because of how boring his excuse is.

Bang!

The sound is deafening but definitely satisfying.

A small flame is lit as soon as the bullet leaves, his head is forced back hitting the wall behind him, the sweat from his hair flying in droplets.

Blood and chunks of his brain drip from the wall as his body drops to the hard wood floor.

Dead.

I take in a long breath really absorbing the smell of freshly killed rat.

Amazing.

"Well! Wasn't that fun boys?!" I say my toothy smile widening.

I don't know why but I am feeling overjoyed.

"Come on show some spirit!"

They all start laughing nervously for my sake.

I love that they're afraid of me, quite close to getting heart attacks.

"Okay, game night's over. You can all go now."

Taking the fun out of everything.

Soon the room is empty and a woman with dull grey hair and a grey uniform walks in.

She snaps gloves onto her long-bony fingers and begins to clean up the mess.

Oh...she's a cleaner.

I get it, that makes my job way easier.

No wonder my mom loved making me clean up the bloody floors and dump the bodies so much.

Plus Aunty M won't have an excuse to beat my ass up with the broom.

That really does a number.

Some things...