Gwen Beckett lives a quiet life. Well, if you call being an assassin in the mafia a quiet life, but she has always been separated from the main operation and worked by herself. That is until her boss has her work with Harry Styles, an arrogant assho...
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Walking into the club it takes my eyes a minute to adjust to the purple LED lights. I walk straight for the back corner of the room and sit at my usual spot at the end of the bar. I lift my hand to catch the attention of the bartender.
"Hey David, just the usual please." I smile at him.
"Sure thing Gwen." He winks at me.
He hands me a martini and I nod at him in thanks. I take a sip of my drink and turn around to look around the room. I come to this club at least twice a week and most of the time I just sit right here at the bar in the back.
A group of rowdy guys catches my attention. I look towards the VIP section and see a group of five guys sitting on a black leather couch around a small table. I'm surprised I have never seen them before. Considering how much I'm here and they must be regulars if they are in the VIP section.
They look younger than the usuals that would be in the VIP section. They are all wearing expensive button down shirts that weren't buttoned all the way, showing off a bunch of different inked designs all over their chests except for one. Along with dress pants and leather shoes.
Just from looking at them you can tell that they are intoxicated. They all have drinks in their hands, the raven haired one has a blunt hanging between his lips and if you look close enough you can see remnants of coke lines on the table. Which isn't that unusual here. Especially if they are in the VIP section then I don't think people really care. The bouncers are pretty laid back.
Suddenly the blonde one jumps out of his seat and yells loudly about something that I can't hear from here, grabbing another guy and embracing him in a weird, uncoordinated hug. I can't help but laugh a little under my breath at the state of him.
The rest of the boys start laughing except for one. He has curly brown hair and sharp features. His arms are resting on the back of the couch, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his right ankle is crossed over his left knee. He seems completely unbothered and used to the situation occurring around him. Apparently I was staring because when I looked back up at his face he was staring straight at me.
He raises an eyebrow but I don't have time to reply because out of my peripheral vision I see Megan walking in my direction. I turn to look at her and smile at the familiar face.
"Hey Meg."
"Hey Gwen, you been here long?" She asks.
"No, I just got here."
Megan comes to stand next to me. She doesn't sit though. Megan is a bartender here which is the reason I come here a lot and we keep each other company. She is wearing her usual work uniform, a black t-shirt tucked into a black skirt. Her hair is tied back into a low ponytail and she has minimal makeup on just eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. She looks beautiful as always.
Her attention seems to be caught by the group of boys in the VIP section because she looks over there and rolls her eyes at them.
"You know them?" I ask, raising my eyebrows and taking a sip of my drink.
