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Heal Me	By : Firered Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(I’m just writing this for fun, I have no profits, and, as I've just realised that dfoesn't REALLY make it clear, I'm not Laurel K, I don't own Anita Blake, boohoo. I also don’t own the characters extensively - only read the recent books - , which explains my lack of knowledge on some of them. But hey, I like the books, and it’s not like I have something to live up to, so… Enjoy, I hope!)

Anita sighed as the door slammed after Asher. She turned to look at Jean Claude, ever expressionless as he lay on the bed. She walked to the bed and crawled on next to him. “Was that my fault?”

“It runs from events that happened centuries before you were born, Anita. Why would it be your fault?”

“In other words, yes. Fine. Just fine. I think I’ll take my destructive little self off before I do anymore damage, how’s that?” She stormed over to the door and slammed out. A split second later she slammed back in and grabbed her bag, slamming back out. Another instant later she quietly opened the door. “Jean Claude, I’m sorry. Really sorry. For before with Asher and for taking it out on you. I – God! I just had a really bad day what with that creepy sonofabitch sending another letter and the asshole police and –” She sighed, dropping her head into her head. A cool hand traced over her hand and she lifted her head.

Jean Claude’s beautiful blue eyes drowning blue met her. “Ma Petite. We will all get through this. Give Asher time. He’ll be alright.” He sighed. “It’s almost dawn, not nearly enough time for what I had had in mind” he said with a wicked look that made her body clench. “Then stop looking at me like that” His look only got smoldering. Then he laughed, which wasn’t a big improvement, his laugh shivered down her skin and made her collapse onto the bed.

Jean Claude pulled her into him and both of them against the pillows. “Sleep with me, Ma Petite.”

“Yes…” She murmured sleepily, burrowing her head into his shoulder. Just before she started to drift off, she mumbled, “Jean Claude? We have to do something about Asher” It just wasn’t enough for him to be with them, and they needed time on their own too.

“What?”

“I don’t know. Something.”
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Mafia boss Eddie Mastofa stepped onto his vacation house porch. The morning air was cool and slightly damp. Oh well. It would warm up later. St. Louis wasn’t exactly the ideal vacationing spot, but it was safe. And his stupid ass advisors and lawyers and his wife couldn’t reach him. He grinned at that. He’d told them he needed some of the air here – yeah right – for his health. Wife bought it. She insisted she would go with him until he said he would going to a fishing cabin and ‘enjoying nature”. Her lip had curled and she'd wished him a good time.

A car pulled up. He heard his guards, Stupid and Stupider going through the security routine, then one of them – he could never tell them apart – knocked, “Sir, you’re daily fitness trainer is here”

Mastofa snorted. Fitness trainer, huh? So that’s what they called it these days. He liked variety, so he didn’t know what this one looked like, but Haywood always sent the best. Remembering the last one he felt his hardon growing already.

The door opened and she stepped in. His gaze traveled up from red calf high boots, over slim legs and hips barely hidden in red shorts that gave a whole new meaning to the word “short”, with slips to the hips on the outer sides, an indrawn waist, over slightly small but firm and pert breasts in a red sleeveless midriff baring top.

He was rock hard by the time he reached her face, focusing slightly on her pale skin and blood red lips. Her eyes were an amazingly bright shade of blue. Her hair was midnight black, cut pixie like around her face.

She took off the top, and he was slightly disappointed to see she was still wearing a bra underneath.
She smiled sensuously. “Mr. Mastofa” she breathed. He gulped around his tongue. “Eddie. Call me Eddie”

“Eddie” she murmured, casting her eyes downward, flicking them up at him under her lashes. She walked over to him where he sat on the edge of the bed. Suddenly she grabbed his head and thrust it between her breasts with a moan. He squeaked and reached around her to grab her tight, firm ass. She raised her knee and rubbed it against his erection before tumbling him back on the bed.

She sat up, straddling him, and smiled down at him. She raised her arms up, pulling her bra off. He reached up to grasp her, and she swatted his hands away. “In time, big boy. In time. She hooked it around his neck, pulling on it with both hands in a strippers move. He grinned happily up at her. She licked her lips and smiled down at him, winking, before yanked the bra tight around his throat, choking him.

He gasped, wondering if this was some kind of kinky thing. She squeezed even tighter, and leaned down, breathing in his ear. “I’d love to be your last thought, but I’m afraid it’s not my honor. Nina and Antonio Sanchez” He eyes bugged even more, and as he gasped and tried to yell, she began moaning loudly, covering up the noise easily. Her erotic moans didn’t match the empty look in her eyes as she stared down at him.

He finally stopped jerking, his head falling back on to the bed. She got up and pawed through his bedside table. She found the gun with the silencer attached in the second drawer. She checked it, then fired two bullets in his heart. Moving slightly, she fired another in his leg, and one in his arm. The silencer kept the noise at a soft pop.

She wiped everything she touched in the room, grimacing as she had to touch him. She left the bra, a souvenir for Eddie, and pulled the red top back on, checking the mirror, messing her hair a bit. She rubbed her palms over her cheeks, making them slightly flushed.

She stepped out and walked into the living room, where one of the cronies was sitting.

“Mr. Mastofa is sleeping” she said with a little purr, proud of herself. He grinned, nodding.

She stood there, and he ogled her. Finally “He said you should pay me” she said impatiently.

“Oh, right. Umm, one, two, three, four, five hundred bucks. You sure are pricy, miss. But you know, I’m paid quite a lot” He winked at her. She smiled back at him, snatching the money out of his hands. She folded it and shoved it down the front of her pants, barely fitting it. He grinned appreciatively.

She sauntered out to the cab that brought her there. The other guard was keeping an eye on him, and he turned as she passed him, his eyes glued to her ass. She gave a dismissive glance over her shoulder at them and ducked into the cab. They watched as it pulled away. One of them nudged the other, “C’mon, the boss won’t be awake for awhile” a snigger “we can take his car out. No one ever comes out here anyway.”
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In the cab, Mary Jane pulled off the black wig, gratefully rumpling her long blond strands. She angrily snatched out the contacts. “I hate these things! God! And I hate these outfits. Where do you come up with them Edward? Where do you come up with these stupid, bimbo dumbass outfits?!”

Edward met her eyes, a gray building in the rain gray, in the mirror. “You took longer then usual, May Jane, what happened?”

“Nothing happened. You’re too nervous. He’s just another fat mob boss – Or was.” She pulled a
ratty grey oversized T-shirt and blue jeans out of a bag and changed. She pulled her hair into a slightly messy, loose, low ponytail. Taking out a wash cloth she cleaned her face of makeup and then slipped on big glasses, which made her look slightly mousy.

“I’m not nervous. I have a right to be though, this is you first hit without a gun.”

“So? He was a fat cow, easy”

“The fat cow was also pretty strong. You didn’t have any trouble?”

“No. I was holding his hands down with my feet.”

She flopped back into the seat, holding up the $500 and grinning. “This may have been a little ‘favor’ but at least I did get paid some”

Edward scowled at her. “That’s probably drug money. Throw it away.’

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. I’m not throwing it away. The only kind of money it is now is my money. I mean, it’s not like we’re getting paid here. And yes, I know, we did it because it’s a good deed and all, but, ‘a gal’s gotta meet ends’ you know?” she said, letting her southern accent filter through slightly.

He just shook his head.

She let her flop back on to the top of the seat. “C’mon, I’ll treat you lunch. And then I’m gonna go SHOPPING!” She squealed in excitement.

He rolled his eyes, “Meeting ends there, huh?”

She grinned, “Betcha ass”
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She picked up her last fry and scarfed it down, looking longingly at his, with a slight curl of her lip at his hamburger. He noticed her sneer and took a giant bite of the hamburger. She made mock motions of throwing up, reaching over and snagging on of his fries.

He checked the clock, “We should call the police about now, his guards might find him soon”

“Mmm, right. So, why exactly do we want them finding the body? They won’t suspect the guards.”

“The mafia will look closer at the scene then cops who know he ordered the hit on the Sanchezs. Not to mention it will reach the news sooner, sooner Maria Sanchez can rest”

“Yeah” She said, sobering up a little.

He pulled out his untraceable phone and dialed. He also pressed a button that would distort his voice without him having to look suspicious.
He quietly spoke into the phone, giving the address and saying Eddie Mastofa had been murdered. Then he called the three leading newspapers – this made Mary Jane grin and shake her head – and told them the same thing.
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The red and blue lights and cameras flashed. Cops swarmed around, trying to keep the few people and tons of media back. In the house, a detective was hopelessly reaching.

“Give me her basic description”

The guard scratched his head. “She had black hair cut short, around her face, kinda spiky? Like that, whadda ya call her, tinka bell chick. And she had blue eyes – I think.”

“Nothing else about her face?”

“Uh, she was pale, yeah, lots of pale, gleaming skin”

“About how tall? How much would you say she weighed? How old?”

“Um, uh, let’s see. She looked maybe 20? 30? She was about, about this tall, with heels, really tall heels, I think, – great legs though – and she, uh, her weight, well, she wasn’t as built as I like em. Pretty small tits, pretty small hips, but great waist, and her ass was…”

The detective tuned him out, rubbing his head in frustration. He was surprised the moron even remembered her hair color. His partner gestured to him over. “Whadda you got?”

“Caucasian woman of average height is mostly nailed in. You can bet she was wearing a wig, maybe even contacts. Probably around 20 – 30”

“Caucasian woman of average height, between the ages of 20 and thirty – maybe?” He rubbed his neck in frustration.

“Why do we want to catch this woman so much? He was a mob boss”

“Didn’t you see his body!”

“Of course”

“He was shot twice in the heart, once in the arm and in the leg. Doesn’t sound familiar to you?”

“No”

“How about this. Shot in the heart and in the leg. And, shot in the arm and in the heart.”

His partners eyes widened. “Nina and Antonio Sanchez” He scowled. “Son of a bitch deserved it for what he did to them”

“Yeah but if we can get the Sanchezs on murder… They’re not exactly lilywhite either.”

“Still, the jury might sympathize…”

“It doesn’t matter! I hope they do. But what they’re not gonna sympathize on is the evidence of drug trafficking that we’re gonna find when we get a search warrant”
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Edward pulled his car – they’d dropped the cab off before – to a stop next to May Jane’s apartment. “Nice job today, Mare. Listen I need a favor”

“What?” she asked with some trepidation, certainly not unwarranted.

“I need you to help a friend of mine”

“And you can’t do it because?”

“I’ve got Garrison down in Tennessee, remember? Look, she’s a really good friend of mine, and she’s been getting some death threats, and it’d be good experience for you, you’ve never done body guarding.”

“There’s a reason, Edward. I find my own life far more precious then anyone else’s” Which made him laugh.

“You wouldn’t be body guarding, just help protect her and do what I’d if I were there. I’d do it but Garrison –”

“I know.” She sighed. “He’s been waiting years”

“Then will you do this for me?”

“Alright.” Sigh. “Who is she?”

“A good friend of mine, Anita”

“Oh wait, wait, wait! That friend of yours? The executioner?”

“What’s the big deal? We do it”

“Yeah, but we’re not controlled by the government!” she said the word like “plague”

“You already promised”

“No, I didn’t. But fine, I’ll do it. I’ve always wondered what the state owned legal executioner was like” she murmured, but he let it go, since she had agreed.
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(So, enter Mary Jane, cold hearted – or not – assassin into Anita Blake’s life. Let’s see how things turn out.)

Please, please, review! I’m an amateur, really, I need reassurances. Of course, if it sucks I suppose I want the truth.
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