"Do not disrespect me in my house or I will kill you." he threatened, holding out his gun. I took two challenging steps closer, causing the gun to press hard against my chest
"Do it." I challenged, looking into his emotionless eyes.
"Shoot me."
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~ what she wore ~
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I stood in the alley, awaiting the arrival of Diego so he could give me the information I need for my mission.
We could of easily done it over the phone but Diego doesn't doesn't trust giving away these kinds of information over phones.
Why? I have no clue.
But I supposed to has a good reason considering his job uses technology so I never question it.
I've been standing in this alley for over fifteen minutes now and I was growing impatient. I didn't have the best patience in the world, some might even say I have none but I should've known that Diego wouldn't have reached on time.
He never does. So this one is kind of on me.
"Hello, my darling." Diego's English accent echoed through the alley. I folded my arms and tapped my foot on the ground showing him I was upset with the fact that he was late. He simply chuckled and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"I know, I know, I'm late, sue me." he said, chuckling.
"So who's my target?" I asked getting straight to the point.
"Amanda Michael." he said, opening up the folder he held in his hand and handing it to me.
Amanda Michael, age 28, mother of three and wife to Romon Michael. Known for her skills in gambling and the few businesses she has across the world. And you guessed it, although being married, Amanda has a dirty little habit of going after girls.
Graduated top of her class but never went to college since she didn't have money and because parents died not to long after her graduation.
"Why do you need her?" I asked as I read through the document.
"She has some valuable information in that big head of hers, we just need to get in out." he explained and I nodded in understanding.
"So you want her alive?" I asked and he nodded.
This should be easy. Apparently she a sucker for boobs so it shouldn't be much of a problem.
"Meet me back here once you have her, if she's starts fighting back, use this." he says, handing me a needle filled with some sort of drug.
I took the needle and hid it in my purse before pulling down my top, showing a more of the top of my boob.
"Wish me luck." I smirked and he saluted with a laugh.
I entered the club, after giving the security guard my ID. The music was blasting, people were grinding on each other having the time of their life.
I spotted Amanda pretty quickly. Considering the fact that she was surrounded by women, flirting and laughing away with them.
