𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓜𝓻. 𝓜𝓲𝓷

God fucking dammit!

You kick the trash can over, digging your nails into your palms. The anger blurs your vision, everything turning to red. This bitch. He works for Mr. Kim? The owner of the damn city? Maybe even the state? That makes everything twenty times harder.

With a huff you bring your phone to your ear, letting it ring a few times. "Yes Sirena?" Mr. Min's voice says.

"Were you ever going to tell me that my target is on Mr. Kim's good side? Or was that all part of the plan? Make me the scapegoat?!" you yell, moving to the back of the alley.

"Mr. Kim and I go way, way back Sirena. I already informed him I have someone going after Mr. Park." 

"You should've told me," you reply, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Why are you getting so emotional over this? This doesn't make any sense to you...

"I didn't see it as necessary information. I didn't think Mr. Park would tell you about his affiliation with Mr. Kim." 

"Wasn't the whole point to earn his trust?" you ask, trying your best to hide the desperation in your tone. You go still, feeling eyes on the back of your head. Shit, you've been followed.

"And I'm very pleased you've done your task well, but keep in mind that I wouldn't have sent you in if I thought you were in danger. You're my most valuable asset, Sirena. You have my word I'd never put you in a place to be my scapegoat. Mr. Kim is fine with it, he'll get another assassin. Let's just say he owes me one."

You clench your jaw, moving further down the alley to gain some distance from your 'friends' that are stalking you from the shadows. "Fine, but I want another job. Something to occupy me since Mr. Park is taking a little too long. He'll be a difficult one to crack." 

"I'd say you're doing well so far, but if you insist. I have one more target. I'll send you the details. Take him out tonight. I had another on the case but I'll transfer it."

"What did the target do?" you ask. 

"Steal from us. He thought it'd go unnoticed. Do whatever you want with the body." 

"Yes sir. Am I dismissed?" 

"You're dismissed. Goodnight." 

You suck in a breath. "Goodnight." As soon as the phone call ends, you throw the device in your pocket and draw your knife, the thing hiding in the waistband of your tight leather pants. You whip around, holding the weapon close to you as you peer down the alley. A second ticks by while you listen closely, eyes wide as you observe. "I'm no idiot. Come out and show yourselves, fight me. Don't be cowards, come on. Let me see your face as I take your life."

Almost instantly, two male figures step out from the shadows, looking angry as hell. "Let me guess, Mr. Jeon sent you?" you ask. 

Mr. Jeon is one of the more popular mob bosses out there. You lied to Jimin when he asked you who you worked for. You had an inkling that he might be onto you, and if you told him you worked for Mr. Min, he might've figured it out. When you heard he worked for Mr. Kim, you thought that the man might've warned his worker that someone was coming for him. You don't know why he'd do that, but it's totally possible. So hide who you truly work for. Understood.

Neither of the men reply, so, you make the first move. You throw your knife, the thing landing right in the chest of one of them. The other stares in shock at your bold move, but you don't give him time to process what the hell just happened. You run up to him, the man raising his fists and preparing to fight.

Due to your agility and stamina you've built over the years, you're able to slide on the ground, right through his open legs just before he punches. He gasps in shock as you hop to your feet, punching him right as he whips around to face you. Your fist makes contact with his jaw, the blow landing hard.

He staggers back, you kneeling and taking the knife out of the other man's chest as he bleeds out. You chuckle, loving the fear in the last man's eyes as he realizes how screwed he is. He gulps, raising his fists again. Should you just throw the knife again? Make this easy? Hell no: you want to enjoy this.

You lick your lips, taking slow, taunting steps towards the man. He backs up, contemplating if he should just run or not. "Come on, fight me," you say, "if you run, you'll end up like your friend here. Try to fight to survive, or run and die immediately. Up to you. Do you want an extra minute of living or not?"

He gets a newfound determination in his eyes as he runs, charging you. Oh, how cute, he's trying to turn the tide. You giggle as he enters your range, you side stepping and slashing with your knife, hitting his arm. He whimpers from the pain as you go for him with another swipe.

Somehow he manages to block, even managing to punch you in the gut while you're there. You jump back, not showing how much that gut shot actually hurt. He charges again, you blocking his punch before kicking him in the balls. He groans, his hands going to cover the region on instinct. And it's that movement that ends his life.

You slit his throat, wiping your knife off on your jacket before placing it back in the waistband of your pants, feeling the cold blade hit your back. Another day, another successful kill. Or kills in this case. These mafia bosses need to start learning not to mess with you...