"You had one job, but you messed it all up! Why is that woman still roaming free?!" The room thundered with the sound of a furious female voice along with a glass vase shattering onto the pristine floors.
The queen sized bed had crumpled sheets and pieces of clothing laid strewn across the floors.
Erica's fingers tightened into a fist, bunching around the plain white sheets on her bed.
Those bunch of idiots! If she could just strangle them over the phone. She had paid a huge amount of money because they claimed to be the best of the best, no one could get the job done as cleanly and effortlessly as they could.
Their job was simple, attack the bitch, play with her as much as they wanted then beat her into a crippled mess leaving her somewhere secluded so she could die of blood loss or any other affliction the suffering might pour on her. The easy route of having her shot down dead or stabbed didn't seem like punishment enough to Erica.
