𝐸 𝐿 𝐿 𝐼 𝐸

How it's going

I looked through the scope eyeing my new target, watching him as he ate.

Jaxon Giovanni.

A small mafia boss I was hired to kill. Such a pitty too he's cute. I moved my finger clicking off the safety.

"El we have a problem you need to get out of here now, we'll get him later just hurry." Jake broke the silence as his voice came through my earpiece.
Seriously, they get one job and it's to give me time to do the dirty work. What could be so hard?

I flipped the safety back on and flung the gun over my shoulder before making my descend down the ladder. "Vince where are you?" I grew impatient after waiting by the car parked blocks down on a secluded street.

"Hello?.. Jake?.. Vince?"

Frustrated I placed my gun under the back seat out of sight. You know I think I have enough time.

People walked casually each way on the sidewalk oblivious to who I was and what I was here to do. I walked into the open bar and looked around still ready to carry on my job.

"Well h-hello there," I snaked an arm around the back of the neck of one of Jaxon's men whispering in his ear. I hiccuped and blinked my eyes a couple times. I made eye contact with Jaxon a smirk growing across his face. "Aren't you hot," I blushed and gave a smile. "Sit," he patted his leg as he leaned farther back into his chair. Nasty pervert. I stood up walking a little woozy over to his chair and sat down. His hands instantly wrapped around my hips pulling me back onto him.

Am I sitting on his- I glanced down my eyes bulged unnoticeably. Ew what the fuckk.. "You seem a little drunk amore," some men chuckle while they eye-rape me. Rude. "Noooo," I drag out. "How many drinks have you had?" he smirked. I held up my fingers to my face barely squinting one eye. "Three!" I quietly laugh holding up eight fingers, the men around the table deeply chuckle. Someone give me my Emmy award.

I smiled more looking up at him from his lap, his hand stroked my thigh while the other wandered my body.

I can't wait to kill this bitch.

He leaned me back against his body and brought his lips to my ear, "My car is parked just out the back amore, let me show you what it's like to have a real man between your legs," I nodded in response blushing hard while I hiccuped again. I stood up and he led me out into the back parking lot.

If this guy is after intimate experiences, murder is probably his only option. I internally laugh to myself as we came across his car.

I checked around making sure everything was clear. He rested against the hood of his car and patted his lap once more looking at me. Eeww there is no way I am sitting on that again.

"El? Ellie? Where are you we lost signal they're onto us we need to go we see your location, about to come around the corner now," finally hearing Jake's voice was a relief and I heard the car approaching.

"Did you hear about the Scottish girl killing that guy?," I said and Jaxon looked oddly confused, "Yeah she definitely kilt him," and with that I flung my knife into his chest. He stumbled backwards, dying, but not as slow as I would've liked. I can't help but laugh at my joke and the look on his face. "Get it cause its kilt not killed.. It's hilarious I know you don't have to laugh I see you're a little preoccupied."

I get it i'm sick but this is just how I was brought up in this world. Not everyone gets a good pick at life, not me at least, but it's all good here.

"Get your ass in the car now!" Vince whisper yelled at me. I hopped in the backseat and stretched out fully. "Hey I got him though, mission done, you guys should've been there my joke was to die for well it was for him at least," I laughed and stopped soon after I didn't get any laughing response.