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.

"Can 10 grands offer you a ride?!" He breathed on face. "How about something better like, being way more bitchy like the bitch that you are..." He smirked. Luckily for him, she was only interested in getting paid otherwise her dagger instinct wouldn't hesitate. She burned in fury. He retracted. He sat on his chair looking directly into the fireplace. He ordered a man to give Dianne and Castro some cash.

They both stared at the money in disbelief and discontent.

"A thousand dollars?" Castro questioned defiantly

"Fair enough! You should be thankful that i pitied your ungrateful asses!" Roscoe blurted in negligence

"Roscoe, you're deemed to pay your dues and that's not what you're doing..." Dianne stated confidently

"Don't question me, Dianne..." He groaned angrily throwing a knife at her direction but she dodged. Castro was perturbed, the last thing he'd bare to see is Dianne getting killed even if he was certain about her alertness towards her safety. Castro held her by the arm abruptly

"We should leave!" He urged almost whispering.

"Work on Don Dickson!" Roscoe began after calming his anger, a man handed Castro a file that contained information about the Don including financial records. "You've got everything you need to know about him, do your jobs!" Roscoe instructed. "You have 5 days to decide!" He added

"How can we..." Castro objected as Dianne tucked his side then she proceeded after giving Castro a swift 'i can handle it' look.

"We'll do as you please. Boss!" She smirked a little. He beamed in content, he was always certain about her capabilities and unprecedented handiwork.

"If you go through it after now, you'd see that it's a major deal, something we've always dreamt of but you can pave its way into our lives. Catch some air!"

Roscoe dismissed them. They walked out of the premises as Castro drove them to a coffee shop to talk business.

02:36pm,

At the coffee shop:

"I can't believe that idiot gave us only a thousand dollars!" Castro began in distress. His face squeezed terribly, his dark brows furrowed as well. She maintained nothing but a smirk, her fingers danced on the table. Her mind was fixed on how to teach Roscoe a lesson. In her term, she felt humiliated by the cash he gave. Her dark hair swayed while the breeze blew irrationally.

"You see Castro, we could upturn $1,000 into a billion dollars sweetheart!" She spoke icily, always not used to yelling at the top of her voice. "I've got an idea but first lets take a look at the file." Castro gave a tight smile in affirmation. He emptied the file on the table while Dianne sorted the documents. They looked into it circumspectly. Don Dickson's mansion and environs were mapped out, the building was heavily guarded and securities were in abundance, men and a few women who could make you bleed within a blink. His financial records was the center of interest, it was a type of wealth that was beyond comparison, plus a drug cartel established under his mechanism.

They dropped the papers on the table.

"Castro? Do you think what i'm thinking?" Dianne asked sith a tight smile. Her elbows were planted on the surface of the table while her face propped into her hands.

"You tell me, Dianne!" He beamed. "What could be more exciting than all these bounty? Hmm?"

"You're fixated solely on the instant cash but i'm fixated on the entirety." She added then took a sip.

Castro pulled out his phone to call the other three, Mason, Katrina and Dumpy, their associates. They waited 15 minutes more for their arrival.

Castro distributed the documents amongst the three.

"Roscoe had better provide a better client 'coz if this is below $15,000 then i'm not doing it!" Dumpy, the hugest man amongst them blurted out while Katrina and Mason concurred.

"Just take a good look at the damn papers!" Castro urged. Their eyes widened just at a glance, they've never seen such amount of money daintily written or physically given or held into their possession. They were astonished yet each of them had distinct purposes. Dianne gave each of them a questioning look, she figured out that she wasn't the only thinking twice about the Don's money. The silence that coexisted that moment could be pierced with a sword except for the clinking of tea spoons against teacups and teapots and distant chatters of a few people.

"Appetising huh?" Dianne interrupted the dead silence, they lifted their eyes to meet her questioning gaze. She smirked. "We have only five days to decide when to carry out this task!" She stated sternly

"Dumpy, you'd watch and alert. Mason, you'd handle the computers and locks; like always. Katrina, you'd initiate the businesses while Dianne executes it. Dianne? Are we good?" Castro delegated but needn't have to explain Dianne's job. She was always the seductress, the enticer, the love at first sight girlfriend, the insider and informant. Castro had always been the best at stunts and skills, he was smart and straitlaced when it was about task completion yet brutal to a few biddings. Dumpy was huge yet a good instinctive watchman who's undoubtedly good at stunting. Mason, the thinnest, was more of a skilled computer guru and idealist while Katrina organises, appoints, and initiates partnership or truces, her person could sweep you off your feet.

Duties have been assigned yet one thing was unsure of, loyalty. Cash matters like that of Don Dickson was tempting but Dianne was certain about getting his wealth at every cost and expense.

"Questions?" Castro asked interrupted again.

"None. I guess!" Mason blurted on behalf of everyone. Dumpy stood up to leave as well as Mason (glued buddies) while Katrina remained.

"Uhm Castro, i was thinking that we could..." She began

"Too bad Katrina, I'm going to be fuckin busy later on...after now!" Castro added cringing. Katrina was a sexy brunette yet he bashed her attachments, her heart broke into the tinniest at his response. There was no reciprocal affection.

"Dianne right?" Katrina blurted out already pissed. Dianne didn't waste a single time to drag Katrina by her neatly tied pigtails, Katrina's eyes widened looking into the ceiling fan above as she struggled to take off Dianne's hurtful grip.

"Dianne!!!" Castro called out abruptly. Mason and Dumpy laughed hysterically walking out of the shop, business arrangement was over.

"We may be teammates but not bloodlines, don't make me lose it!" Dianne warned.

"Let me go!" Katrina almost yelled. Dianne let her go at will, Katrina stormed out taking along her jacket and side bag.

Right after Castro took Dianne for a drink as promised, she returned home. Every single time she stares at the apartment's door, she turns colder. She'd always tell herself that she deserved something flamboyant. She deserved luxury not an apartment hanging on just an ordinary neighborhood. She didn't mind if it was her luxury or not, she'd always get what she wants in the end.

She heaved a deep sigh and unlocked the door. She headed for her room closing the door behind her. She sunk into her bed all flat staring intensely at the ceiling, her hopes of becoming wealthy and powerful may have arrived. She was unsure but another thought badged in, she knew she could do it.

"First, I'd have to know who the Don is. What does he look like. I really don't care if he's got a wife or family, i'd definately become his new fairytale." She assured herself. She sprang up to her feet with a smirk on her red plump lips. She took off her her coat and heels leaving behind the brown sleeveness mini gown. She opened her closet instantly, it was time for death, task and personality eviction and analysis. As a critical thinker as she'd always call herself, who's as well a proud second year law student dropout, she turned on the lights. It wasn't just a closet of clothes and shoes as expected, behind the hangers and cabinets was a large white board with photographs of both swindled and dead clients pasted on it, for every successful swindled or dead client; there would be an X across it, she's never been unlucky at her job. More reasons why Castro worshipped her while Roscoe respected her regardless of his blunders.

She scribbled 'The Don' on the white board on the right side with a black marker, his section was a bit distant from the others.

He was now her major client that would eliminate her poverty; at least her $25,000 account balance was nothing compared to the Don's. His wealth plunged her lungs and intestines, while it echoed in her head as well.

"The Don's money...." Was all that echoed repeatedly, she was contented with the loudness anyways.

"DiDi?" Someone called out from the door, she rolled her eyes in discontent, she was certain that her mother had come by. She hurriedly pulled down the blinds on the board then adjusted he clothes back to normal. She stormed out of the closet hesitantly. She came into view then leaned on the wall crossing her arms adjacent from where her mother was sitting halfly on the edge of the bed. Ana raised her head gently and blurted.

"DiDi?"

"...Could...you just stop calling me that shit already? Dad wasn't silly to call me Dianne, was he?" Dianne questioned, she couldn't bare her mother to call her that name. Ana's face fell to the ground suddenly. How could she ever make this pretty girl of hers show some decency?! She asked herself. "Why are you here anyway?"

"I'm so sorry for last night, I shouldn't have asked you all those nasty questions when you provide for your sister and me. I should do better...like gettin' me something to do!"

"I don't care! You can't stop me anyway so why talk about something you can't hold up?" Dianne cringed "You should be home resting not seeking a job! Can you do what I'm doing to put food on the table?" Dianne taunted and smiled afterward "Hell, no! You can't if one comes at you...let alone the bulldogs on the hunt!" She added

"I know Dianne, I'm only curious! You go out every night and return after midnight, you leave by morning and return anytime...it makes me feel less of a mother! I want to know what my daughter is involved in...just a clue! I want to support you even at your job!" Ana tried to coax yet cautioning Dianne in the little way she could

"Hey?! Stop right there!" Dianne interrupted defiantly "Like i said, i'd do what i've got to do to make y'all comfortable. At least, that's the least i could do for my dad! I'm not complaining either so...stay out of my business." Dianne warmed.

Ana stood up to leave then halted one more time

"Every single time i see the headlines on the TV, i'm always not at rest. I hope i don't see you there..." Ana stated firmly

"What exactly will a feeble mind do?" Dianne asked sarcastically, she added a few steps toward her mother "Mother? Are you not excited that i take good care of you..." She began calmly while Ana tried to speak "Hush now! Keep your thoughts inside your head, i'm unto a bigger bidding. Don't interfere mother, you'd get nuked and i really don't want that for you! Nice enough huh!" Dianne stopped. She turned her back "I wanna be left alone!" She instructed

"Dianne?" Ana called in distress

"Did you not hear me?! Leave!"

07:03pm,

Dianne was sitting before the mirror making up, her phone buzzed. She peeped at it, Castro was calling. Business is calling, she whispered underneath her breathe.

"Speak Castro!" She inquired

"I got him as planned, he's loaded but then i also got us a bonus pick! He's gullible!"

She smiled at his response, what she expected

"Alright honey, I'll be there in 10 minutes!" She hung up. The night seemed pretty already. She pulled the drawer, she picked a cell phone she used as fake identity and contacts and tucked it into her purse then gently put down her actual phone into the drawer. She tucked the key into the key hole and locked it. She always made sure she played safer not just safe.

The door squeaked after a knock, Layla's head tilted then she walked in finally. She was disappointed at her elder sister, one minute she's home and several minutes she's out on the streets again.

"Dianne!" Layla called out

"You should be thankful that i listen patiently to you and mother's bull shit!" Dianne blurted. She reached for the white furry coat topping her black see through body con. "What do you want kitty?" She asked regardless of Layla's distasteful stare. In her terms, Layla was nothing but a sheep wandering about the fields.

"I..I..I want some..." Layla stuttered

"...I know what you want kitty. Some cash!" Dianne snapped. She took a few dollar notes "Feed your mother and your little self!" Dianne tucked the notes into Layla's chest while Layla stood in shock. Her sister was not going to listen once again. Dianne walked out stylishly.

Minutes on,

Castro was waiting outside the famous clubhouse in the city, highly esteemed men and women flocked in frequently. Her taxi pulled over as he opened the door for her to step out, she enjoyed this gesture.

"Gorgeous Dianne!" He complimented with a tight smile

"You're not far from it, Castro! Who have we got? Where's the Don?" She asked outrightly

"Don't be in a rush! Lets meet our bonus pick first! What do you say?" Castro suggested. She affirmed without hesitation.

They entered the club holding hands walking abreast. There was an empty space for them at the bartender's counter. He ordered two glasses of scotch, there was not so much time to waste; they clinked their glasses then gulped down. Their squeezed faces as a result of the scotch they had taken down.

"Take a look! Straight!" Castro motioned with his head, she followed his directions. A man around 50 dressed in a black suit was sitting along a few young male friends chattering and drinking themselves up.

"The man in black, huh!" She added

"Correct!" He pulled out his phone to show her a a document displayed. She took a glance and smiled.

"Big dog! How much are we talking about?" She asked

"All of it!" He smirked "50 50! Anything for my Dianne!" Castro added in content

"Watch me waste him!" She added too. He inserted a device that would enable them communicate without being noticed.

"Good luck, baby! Tell me when to come in!" Castro gave her a swift hug.

"Of course!"

He went out of sight. She whispered to the bartender next to her to send her message to the man. As soon as the bartender got there, the man looked directly at her with a faint smile. When the bartender had left, his friends smiled as well. A young man beside him tucked his side, he was persuading the man. He smiled again but this time, it was broader.

"Old fool!" She said to herself. In less than a minute, the man started in her way. He sat next to her comfortably.

"If this is civilisation, i love its era already!" He blurted out

"Really! I believe in equality as well." She said with a beam. Her beauty engulfed him, he couldn't take off his gaze; she captivated him.

"I'm Davis! And you...are?"

"Your nightmare!" She said with a smirked

His right eye squinted in confusion. Was that even an answer, he wondered. She understood his facial impression, she rubbed his cheek.

"Are you scared, Davis! Don't take me seriously." She added. He nodded positively, his lips curved into a faint smile.

"That's not enough! Maybe i should pay back for taking away your fine smile." She opted. He waa hesitating to give his answer, she interrupted again "Are you still thinking?"

"Do i have a choice." He smiled then emptied his glass. I'll just get my wallet and cell! One sec!" He scurried to his friends.

"Castro! We're leaving in a sec, get ready!"

"Copy that!" He snapped.

Dianne and Davis were left alone in one of the rooms in the club. He emptied his pockets, unstrapped his wrist watch and then his suit's top. Davis was left with no option than to touch Dianne, he could only access her arms but before he could go any further.

"You smell like roses!" He complimented. He kissed her knuckles and emerged to her shoulder, he was in heat. "I don't think i can hold on any longer! Nightmare!"

"Now you agree, huh!" She teased. "How much are you willing to pay to have a woman like me, Davis?!" She asked in a flirtatious manner. His phone rang, he had to excuse himself because of wife. She smiled. He entered the restroom instead. She opened his wallet and took out his credit cards. Castro was at the door, he was there to collect the cards; just as planned. He handed her a some pills that could slowly murder him. She threw a few into his glass and waited until he was out. She sat on the bed resting on her left arm while the other had held her drink. He returned with much excitement.

"It's my wife! I hope it doesn't bother you!" He teased

"After now, you'd leave your wife for me!" Dianne added then took a sip "Let's toast to a pleasant night in advance!" She snapped.

"Oh yes, how could i forget that every pleasant night starts with a drink!" He took a sip from his glass as well. His smiles faded into a confused stare, he was diminishing.

"What did you do to me?!" He asked quivering to the floor. She stood up then emptied her drink on him, he was drenched.

"I told you, didn't i? I'm your nightmare!"

She walked out of the room in a foppish way

while he languished in pain.

Castro was waiting outside the Club while pocketed his hands.

"Did it pay?" She asked to confirm if the cards were worth taking.

"More than we expected, its a whole lot of money!" He said. They smiled faintly. They both exited the premises in Castro's car.

They arrived at a secluded after party where the Don would be partying. Castro had gotten tickets for the both of them so entry was no big deal.

"We should wait a little longer. Few minutes more!" Castro coaxed. Dianne was looking out carefully, she was certain that once she sees him; she'd recognise the famous Don Dickson. They found themselves a spot to sit, watch and wait. This was no new job to them, being alert and observant was monumental.

"I hate to be left in suspense! Is everyone set for the job?" Dianne asked

"How could you underestimate Castro?!" He teased "After tonight, Roscoe would hear from me!"

The Don walked past them alongside a good number of securities, Roscoe was accurate. Dianne needn't have to be told who walked in, her instincts gave the details. Castro and Dianne gave each other and affirmative stare, a faint smile followed as well. Dianne had now seen the Don, her dream of becoming wealthy and powerful had almost attained its balance. She had to remind herself that the game had not started yet.

"What are you thinking?" Castro asked. She snapped out of her selfish thought.

"Thinking!" She turned to him "I can only imagine how tricky it would be to book appointments, initiate businesses, maneuver the securities, computers and locks, and finally--- his trust!" She stated sternly

"Trust you say?! If we can not earn his trust within a blink, would Dianne fail to earn it?" He asked. This question was trickier, she turned away looking towards the Don's instead.

"We'd use pawns to get to him while the king and queen stays safe, do you get it?" I