The Black Widow by seekfelicity on

She tattooed the glass rim with ruby lipstick.

“Madam enjoys the wine?” asked Jules.

“Lovely,” she purred.

“We have a massive cellar. 1000 bottles.”

“Could I see?”

Jules looked about. The café was empty.

“Follow me.”

In the dank cellar, Jules pulled a dusty bottle. “This cabernet is most rare.”

“Hard to find,” she said.

“Yes, it was.”

“No, I mean you, Jules.” She pointed a derringer.



“How? I killed you.”

“My surgeon is top notch.” The bottle shattered. Blood and cabernet spread across his white jacket. She tossed his corpse a business card. “Give him a call.”

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