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The thud was so violent that it expelled all the air from her lungs. Her head bounced on the ground like a fucking basketball. A few strands of blonde hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. For a few seconds the world spun slower, and the sound of shattering furniture was diminished.
"Son of a bitch."
She touched the side of her head and found blood, but not much. Good . Villanelle stood up and managed to focus on the other side of the room. The man wearing a suit (now totally tattered and dirty) was trying to choke Eve who was struggling hysterically to extricate herself from the thick, rough hands squeezing her throat. Her legs were moving from side to side and when the man came just inches closer to her face only to call her a filthy whore , she had just enough strength to headbutt him, further confusing his senses. It was at the same instant that Villanelle picked up the first thing she saw in front of her (which turned out to be an expensive handcrafted Polish vase) and smashed it into that bald asshole.
His body fell to the side like a rag doll. Eve took a deep breath, grasping for air, and crawled away, leaning her back against the side of the dark green couch.
"Is he dead?" She asked, panting, her wide eyes fixed on the man on the floor.
"I don't know." Villanelle replied, her accent heavier than usual.
"He seems dead." Eve stretched out one of her legs and touched the rag doll's arm. No reaction.
Seducing Lucio was the easiest part of the plan. Men are stupid. They just didn't count on him reacting before Villanelle could thrust a needle into his neck. Pure distraction that had cost them a long and exhausting fight. Villanelle's lip was slightly cut on the side and her face already showed signs of a bruise that would take a while to go away. Not to mention the blood in her head and her bruised knuckles. Eve was no better. There was a stupid cut on her eyebrow and almost dried blood sticking from the cut to her chin. The pain she felt all over her body told her that a week's rest wouldn't be enough.
Villanelle bent down to the level where Lucio was lying and pressed twp fingers on his wrist. That's when the man's crude hand grabbed her arm and a guttural scream came from his throat. Villanelle's shouting answered him back. Before Lucio could get up, his eyes lost focus and his head fell back to the ground. Villanelle only understood what had happened when she saw the deep hole in his temple. Eve was holding a pistol with a silencer attached, and her frightened face turned to her partner.
"He's definitely dead now."
They stared at each other. Besides the adrenaline and trying to recover from it all, they were also trying to sharpen their hearing. Was someone approaching? Were there police car sirens in the street? A knock at the door?
No, absolutely nothing. Everything was quiet, except for the buzzing sound coming from the open window.
As if moving on autopilot, Villanelle walked over to Eve and gently removed the gun from her hand, wiped it with the fabric of her own blouse, and dropped it next to the corpse's hand. She wasn't exactly making a great effort to make it look like a suicide, maybe it wasn't even necessary, for that matter. MI6 would ensure that the site was cleaned up as soon as possible.
Eve sprawled on the couch feeling every bruise on her body. There was a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table in front of her and a lighter. She grabbed and lit it, feeling a certain relief as she blew out the smoke. Villanelle sat down next to her and did not hesitate to abruptly take the cigarette from between her fingers and put it out on the glass table.
"Hey!"
"It smells terribly, pupsik , I thought you had quit by n- How is this still standing?" Amidst the chaos that very fragile table should have shattered into a thousand pieces, but there it was.
Villanelle reached for the remote control beside her and turned on the huge TV attached to the wall. A movie started showing on the screen and the channel information advised it was almost halfway through. Two girls watching a game, probably American football. Or Baseball. They were smiling at each other, looking happy just to have each other around. They seemed to be in love.
"What now? We should get back to the hotel."
"I want orange juice." Villanelle pouted. She was really craving it.
Eve actually made mention of getting up to check the refrigerator.
"No... not now." Villanelle changed her mind and held Eve's arm, leaning her head on her shoulder, settling herself on the couch. "I wanna watch it." She explained, referring to the movie.
“We really shouldn’t.”
“Please? I’m so tired…” Those were the little moments when she got to be Eve’s Oxana. It was quite difficult to deny anything to those honey eyes.
Going against her negative answer, Eve’s body relaxed and, after hesitating for a moment, she placed her hand in Villanelle's. Unconsciously, her thumb caressed that delicate skin and Villanelle smiled, satisfied.
"Okay, then."
“You’re a wanker, number nine!”