Marx Girl

“What happened?” Matt frowns.

I shrug. “Nothing.” I look around the bar to evade their questioning eyes. “Change the subject,” I snap.

They all exchange looks and I drink my beer, pretending not to notice.

“What happened on this hit?” Eric frowns.

“I was in a café in Australia with Bridget, and John and Ross came in.”

“Wait. They came to Australia and approached you in front of Bridget?” Rick frowns.

I nod.

“What the fuck?” Ethan whispers.

“They told me I had one more job to do before my discharge papers would be signed.” They all listen intently. “So, I went to Prague and prepared to do the hit.”

“Hi, Ben,” a sexy voice says through an obvious smile, and I feel a hand run up my thigh. I turn to see Belinda, a girl I used to know.

She smiles and leans over to kiss my cheek. “I haven’t seen you in years.” Her hand runs up over my thigh under the table, and my eyes hold hers. Belinda and I used to fuck. We met at the gym. We fucked a lot.

“Boys, this is Belinda,” I introduce her.

The boys all stare. Belinda is one of the hottest women you will ever see. Long blonde hair, huge tits, and one hell of a body. She’s wearing a skin-tight black dress with a plunging neckline. Nothing has been left to the imagination.

“Hi.”

They all clamber to shake her hand.

She puts her arm around my shoulders as I sit on the stool. “God, you look good, Ben.” She readjusts my neckline on my shirt. “We need to catch up.”

I roll my lips and my eyes flicker to hers. “Yeah, maybe later. I’m just in the middle of something,” I say, effectively dismissing her.

She laughs, and her tits wobble right in front of my face. “I’m holding you to that.” She leans in and whispers in my ear, “You’re coming home with me tonight.” She bends and kisses my cheek, and I feel her breath on my neck. An unwelcome twinge makes an appearance. I inhale sharply.

“Later,” I reply.

She turns and gives the boys a cute wave with her fingertips before she sashays through the crowd. We all watch her ass in that dress disappear.

Ethan releases a low whistle. “Fucking hell, Buzz, you get the hottest chicks.”

I sip my drink, void of emotion. All except the one I want.

“Anyway, where were we?” Rick asks.

I shake my head, rattled by that blast from the past. “Oh, yes. I was in a café with Bridget and they approached us.”

“So, you did get her back?” Jed frowns.

“Briefly.” I sigh. “Anyway, she left, and they told me I had one more job to do.”

They all drink their beer while they listen.

“I went to Prague, checked in, and followed normal procedure.” I sip my beer quickly. “And then Bridget turned up.”

Their faces fall in horror.

“She busts into the room, pretending to be room service, and makes me listen to a recording on her phone.”

Ethan frowns. “Wait, I’m confused. What was Bridget doing in Prague?”

“Will you let me finish?” I reply.

He holds up his beer in apology.

“The day we were in the café, back when the hit was ordered, Bridget left her phone on the table.” I glance over and see Belinda dancing sexily with three girlfriends. I snap my eyes away. Fucking hell, she’s distracting. “Um.” I pause as I try to concentrate. “Her phone had been fucking up and was recording shit.”

They all frown. “How does that happen?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.” I rub my hand through my hair. “She heard the whole thing, the hit, me accepting the job. The whole fucking thing.”

Their eyes widen. “Fuck,” Ethan whispers.

“That’s not the worst of it,” I continue. “The phone kept recording after I left.”

“Where was it?” Matt asks.

“Under a napkin, nobody saw it. It recorded them saying that after the hit was carried out, the car they’d hired for me had been tampered with and I would meet my maker and nobody would be the wiser. They planned on killing me.”

“Fuck,” Rick whispers as he sits back in shock. “What did you do?”

“I called it in.”

“What did they say?”

“That they would trace them and get back to me, so I sent Bridget to a hotel to be safe and pretended I missed the shot.”

Ethan frowns. ‘They would have known. You never miss a shot.”

I shrug. “I don’t think they did.”

“Why do you say that?” Ethan asks.

“Because I went down to the parking lot and saw them slashing the tyres so I couldn’t drive it.”

“I don’t get it,” Jed whispers. “Why would they go rogue and then want you dead?”

“Because if I was dead, nobody would know they’ve gone rogue.”

“Hmm.” They all think on it. “What’s happened since?”

“I had to go in and make a formal statement, and the two agents haven’t been seen since, so they’re either dead or in hiding. I just have to wait for their command. And if they’re not dead, they soon will be.”