Pulling over to the side of the road, the young woman dug into the right hand pocket of her blue jeans and removed a cheap flip phone. With a quick dance upon the numbered keypad, she rung up the last number called. A woman's voice answered.
"Yes, hello?"
"This is Constantine, the matter has been taken care of…..you're now a free woman."
"Is he?" the female voice asked with a slight degree of delight in her tone.
"What, is his ass dead…oh yeah! You are now a free woman indeed."
"Oh my God…..thank you, thank you so much, you can't believe what a monster that man was to us."
"Yeah…yeah….and my compensation?"
"Oh yes, I will take care of you soon, right after his life insurance comes in."
"Ah….yeah….. that was not the arrangement we made."
"But I…..I
"Look here bitch….you asked me to take care of your deadbeat husband and make you a rich woman. You said after the deed was done that you would deposit $5,000 into the account number that I gave you. Now pay up what we talked about or I'm coming to visit you next…as like tonight lady."
"Please…please……."
"Do we understand each other now?"
"Yes Miss Constantine, I will make that deposit in your account within the hour."
"Thank you, I knew we could do business together. I will wait for the money transfer…no later than an hour," she said closing the cell phone and returning it to her jeans pocket.
Reaching back to adjust the rubber band holding in her short black ponytail, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Another job done she thought and in the morning she would have some money to do with as she pleased. But for now she could hear the Miami nightlife calling to her and with a push of the starter her Ninja roared to life once more. Zipping up her sapphire blue biker jacket a little more to protect her from the cooler off season night air, she powered her cycle through the streets of the urban Miami landscape.