Alley....

Episode 7

Alley watched the tape for a few minutes. Another cop had been transferred to California to unravel the secrets behind the mysterious assassin who plagued the city day and night.

He flipped through the files. They would be dealing with someone new this time around. He brought out his cell phone and browser studiously.

'Derrick Holland had been in the force for years and he had worked his way up to the top steadily.

Alley had received a call from one of their own who was also a cop in the wees of the morning. He had told them to lay low for a while.

Alley looked at the young man picture. He had been sent to his doom.

Alley pressed the intercom on his table table and waited. He needed all of them in the safe room so they could talk about Derrick's downfall.

He watched through the CCTV as they all gathered into the safe room. He took interest in his favorite. She looked like she'd been having a rough time but he cared less. Someone was on the loose to ruin his familybusiness.

Alley strode into the safe room and watched bow in greetings to him. Hw had always loved the spirit of superiority.

"I called for an urgent meeting because there is a new person ou there waiting to end us" he watched as they all except Porsha creased their brows. Alley stared at her for a split second. He had always loved her spirit. She looked like she could never be defeated.

"He is Derrick Holland" he continued as the cop's picture was displayed on the screen.

Porsha looked at the screen. she was suddenly finding it difficult to take her eyes off the screen. He looked so handsome and athletic.

"Are you being serious right now" her subconscious mind scolded.

"Enemies are enemies no matter howttractive they look" she reminded herself.

As if reading her mind, Alley looked at Porsha and said " he has been given a special assignment and that is to get rid of Porsha"

Porsha grinned widely and looked at the displayed picture.

"Oh really? "

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Porsha walked through the park in a different style. She was wearing a brown colored wig and a blue lens. As usual, her face had been made up by Ivy to make her look different.

She had been sent to spy on Derrick Holland, the new cop in California. Funny how he thought he could capture her.

"Well let's see how this goes"

"He's walking down the road adjacent to you" Joe's voice came in.

"Copied" she moved out and followed through his direction.

Even as she followed him, she knew she had to be extra careful. He's a smart cop who can notice her mistakes easily.

Porsha studied him as soon as she saw him. He looked quite handsome in his torso. She noticed his reflexes we're quite good and he had good sense of humor.

"Well who knows if he's pretending? "

"Funny how you think you can get rid of me huh? I can pull the trigger and blow your brains out this instant but I won't but I won't. I'll love to torture you first, maybe cut off your balls before finally pulling the trigger into your goddamned brain" she thought as she moved closer to him.

Porsha walked past him without raising any suspicions. She'd gathered some facts about the cop. She needed to await Alley's next instruction just like the others.

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Porsha walked to and fro her room. Though she looked calmand unbothered to everyone, she knew she had her fears. An expert had bern sent to kill her.

She picked up her pen and sat heavily on the the wooden chair she had used over the years for strategising before carrying out a plan.

She flipped through the pages and open a new one.

To her surprise, she started writing incoherent words which had no meaning to her until she read it over and over.

She had written about her fears of being caught and the fear of working for Alley forever. She wanted him to give her the freedom she'd always longed for but she knew Alley more than anyone else. The selfish old man wouldn't allow her leave.

"Not now... Not ever"

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Porsha walked into club dressed like one of the sexual workers. She was on a mission to eliminate an Assembly woman who had traveled all the way from Korea down to California. She picked up a drink on seeing her target. She needed not to do much to get his attention. He was a complete nuisance who had soiled his family's reputation.

Porsha walked to a dancing pole and requested for a change of song. She went wild with joy as one of her favorite was played.

She went round the pole before bending down to shake her buttocks expertly.

Everyone cheered and clapped as she went on tiredlessly.

Porsha continued dancing, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the song to the admiration of her audience.

Although busy with the audience, Porsha made conscious efforts to stare at her target. She saw him lick his lips and smiled seductively at him. She knew she'd gotten him already.

The music came to an end. Porsha walked down the stage amidst cheers from her admirers.

Different men made their way towards her, making passes but she ignored.

Victory surged through her as her target whispered to one of his aides and pointed at her.

She gulped down her drink in a single shot as his aide walked towards.

"Yo freaky! That guy over there.... " Porsha winked at him and catwalked towards her target to the envy of the other girls.

She gave him a cockish grin before sitting on his laps.

Time was far spent, Porsha knew she had little or no time to carry out her mission.

She moved slowly on his manhood, increasing the need for him to touch her. She swayed her hips like she'd done while dancing with the pole.

"Let's get a room baby" he whispered as he caressed her butt. Porsha stood to her feet and gave him a flirty smile.

"If only he knew she was his death" she thought as they both moved towards one of the empty rooms.

Porsha watched as one of his aides unlocked the room. He grabbed her roughly, kissing and smooching her back.

"Well lover boy seems to be in a hurry"

Porsha led him slowly to the bed, kissed him passionately while bouncing her butt on his manhood which seems to be getting each minute.

His hands moved all over her body trying to undress her. Porsha leaned forward and tickled his ear.

"I'm your doom" she whispered into his ear and snapped his neck.

Porsha watched his lifeless body on the bed.

Mission successful

She stripped off her clothes, leaving only her panties and bra.

With her clothes in her hands, she cried to the door.

"Fuck you! " she cursed in pretense as she made her way through his aides. She'd made it look like he threw her out. His aides were all startled to see her. They all rushed into the room to check him.

Porsha managed to slid out of the club and entered the red car which had been waiting for her. She had placed him on a chair and supported his body with a hidden pillow to make it look like he was looking out of the window smoking.

That had bought her enough time. By the time they realize he was dead, she was long gone...