COVER ART IS NOT MINE!!!
Y/N's life was a bit... Crazy you could say. She was a bit sercretive, but that's what it takes to be an assassin. Though she never talked to anyone but her boss, some gang leaders, and the guy who serves her at the bar, she...
I woke up the next morning and kinda laid there staring at the ceiling. That was until I heard a loud moan come from Peter's room. I sat up, confused as hell. "The fuck?" I muttered, standing up. I walked over to Peter's door. I knocked on it. "Ah~ Just a m-minute..." He stuttered/moaned. "Are you fucking masturbating?" I asked. There was a moment of silence. "No..." He said, obviously lying. "Well... I'm gonna forget this happened and go changed. Be ready in 15 minutes." I said, backing away from the door. "Sounds good." He said. I walked over to my bathroom and went to get ready. After that I walked into the kitchen and sat down, drinking some coffee. After about 5 minutes, Peter walked out of his room and sat down across from me. We both were silent for a few minutes. "You look good." He said, randomly. "Thanks." I said. I got up and walked over to my bed. I had placed my weapons suitcase under there. I got down and pulled it out. I then opened it and place my hand guns on my bed. I looked through the rest of my weapons, muttering random shit to myself. Peter walked over. "Ooo~ Nice collection." He said. "Touch anything and you're dead." I muttered. "Got it." Peter said. I placed a few of my knives on the bed. I then placed everything else back and pushed the suitcase back under the bed. I grabbed my guns and put them in my belt, and then my knives. "Now then, do you have weapons?" I asked, looking over at him. "Yup." He said, moving his sweatshirt to the side to reveal a hand gun and some knives. "Ok then. Let's head out." I said.
Peter's POV
We had been driving for about 15 or 25 minutes now. Y/N didn't say a word to me. I let out a small sigh. What should I say or do? Was she mad because of this morning? All of a sudden she hit the breaks in the car and my head hit against the dash. "Ow! What the hell?!" I growled. "Oops... My bad. But I just found our first subject." Y/N said, pulling the vehicle over and parking. We got out. I followed Y/N. We turned into an alleyway. There stood a man in a gray hoodie. He looked up and seemed to be terrified. He backed away. "Hey old friend! How's it going." Y/N said, pulling out her gun and pointing it at the man. He immediately raised his hands in the air, stopping. "Hey.... Y/N. Long time no see. Hehe..." He said, nervously. Y/N walked up to him and put the gun on his chest. "Look, man! What do you want from me?" The man said. "Oh Alan. No need to be so scared of me." Y/N said, chuckling. "Bull shit! You shot me in the arm last time I saw you." He yelled. "And I'll do it again." Y/N growled, now seeming completely pissed off. "Just tell me what you need." Alan said. Y/N put the gun down. "I need some info bout the Diamond Eyed Serpent casino/club thing." Y/N said.
Y/N POV
"You mean that strip club that's about 45 minutes from here?" Alan asked, lowering his hands a little. I rolled my eyes and pointed the gun at him again, which caused him to flinch. "Yes. The strip club." I muttered. "Look... I've only been there maybe 2 times. But it's harder than hell to get in. The boss of that place is very strict of who can and can't enter." Alan explained. "Then how'd you get in?" I asked. "I... My new boss got me in. But... I don't know exactly how." Alan stuttered. "New boss, eh? What's their name? Do I gotta kill them too?" I asked. Alan frowned, looking away. "I ain't fucking snitching. I didn't tell my new boss about what happened between you and Trish. It's all in the past." Alan explained. "Good. Cause I don't wanna have any problems." I said. "Aren't we forgetting about what we are really after?" Peter asked, walking up to us. "Ah yes. How do we get in?" I asked. "Look! I seriously have no damn clue! All I know is that ya gotta be rich or VIP. And who the fuck knows how you become considered VIP." Alan said. I glared at him for a moment. I then held my hand out. "Wh-what?" Alan asked. "Do you wanna be let go unharmed?" I asked. He nodded. "Good. And you know what I want." I said. He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a little mint container, handing it to me. I smiled. "Thanks for the cooperation. Have a good day, Alan. Now, Peter. Let's go." I said, turning and walking away. "Fuck you too, Y/N." Alan said. Me and Peter got into the vehicle. "Mints? You wanted mints from him?" Peter said, confused. "What? No! It's weed." I said, placing the container into my pocket. "Oh." Peter said. I chuckled. Soon we were back on the road.
(Just so you guys can have an idea of the hotel room they are staying in. Yes Y/N is sleeping in the living room/Guest room. Don't ask questions lol)
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