Not Willam
A screeching sound echoed through the streets as a black BMW pulled up to a restaurant. The door opened and out stepped a man in a black suit. He was very handsome, with black hair, blue eyes and a clean dynamic face. He walked around the front of the car, eyeing his destination, the back door facing the restaurant.
As the man pulled open the car door, a single white leg landed on the concrete. Out of the car emerged a blond woman smoking a cigarette. She was dressed in a button down suit opened up to show her cleavage. Her legs were decorated with thigh high stockings, complete with black high heels. A calm, satisfied smile was plastered on her face as she held on arm on her hip. The black haired man locked his arm with the blond woman’s, syncing up with her movements as she guided him into the establishment.
The door to the restaurant swung open, slamming into the wall with a thud. The host gave the woman a glare. “Table for two?”
The woman met his comment with dulled eyes. “I’m here to deliver a message to the don,” she retorted, her pupils bouncing around the room. Her head bobbed to the side, giving the black haired man the signal to leave. He followed the prompt, detaching from her arm and walking out of the restaurant.
“I don-” the man responded, cut off abruptly by the blond. “Seems she’s not here.”
She grasped her cigarette in between two fingers and released a small cloud of smoke in a deep exhale. Then, she turned around and walked back towards the car. “Well, so much for killing two birds with one stone.”
The man reached out his hand. “HEY! Where do you think your going?!”
The girl ignored the man, slamming the door behind her as she left. The second the door forcibly clicked into place, two other BMW’s flew into the walls of the restaurant. Following the sound of shattering glass and walls crumbling,a symphony of gunfire and screaming filled the air.
All the while, the blond woman sat on the back of the car she arrived in, glancing at the sky as her thoughts wandered.
