She's the devil

3. The contract

Denvil Santiago

After he untied me I didn't get up. "You want me to carry you?!" He said with a sigh. I smirked as he picked me up, bridal style. He walked out of the room. We passed some girls and I couldn't help but see the dirty looks they were giving me. He walked to a really modern office. I'm guessing it's his.

"Mmmm, is this office yours?" I asked as he seated me on a sofa chair. He gave me a small nod. "It's really cool, I like it." I said quietly, not really caring about the office.

"So who do you want me to kill?" I asked as he sat down on the other side of the table. "Straight to the point, I see." He said, looking at my neck. I put my hand on it. He gave me a look that looked like it had worry in it. "Yes," I said, looking around the room.

"So, who is it?" I asked, giving him an interested look.

"Kiev Brezhnev" He said with no expression. A wave of uncomfort ran over me.

"You mean the Russian Mafia's boss, Kiev Brezhnev?" I said worried.

"Yes" He coldly stated. "Is there a problem, Miss Denvil?" He said carelessly.

"No-yes, yes there is." I said still not sure if I wanted him to know. He raised his right eyebrow. "I'm not going to Russia." I said, looking away from his eyes.

He chuckled quietly. "And why is that?" He asked slowly. When I looked back at him I could see the smirk on his face.

"Well, that's because if I ever go to Russia, Kijev Biriznev- the man you want me to kill will be informed about my presence in his country." I said loudly. He looked at me, not understanding.

"And why would he be informed?" He asked in an intimidating voice which at the same time happened to be really hot, but I mean who doesn't think a deep, husky voice with an Italian accent is hot?

"He happens to be my ex husband." I said quite awkwardly. Plus there is someone special to me in this game. I think that, but never say.

"Oh, and also I'm already on his kill list, because I once tried to kill him- he is my only failed mission." I added it like it was nothing much, looking down. He shook his head.

"Then I guess you'll need a fake ID." He said while looking at his phone.

Then he opened a drawer in his desk and took out some papers. He slid the papers to me. I took them and read the heading- ,,job contract,,.

"What is this?" I asked my eyes still on the papers.

"It's a job contract- between me and you. Me as a job giver and you as an employee." He said, looking at me. I looked up- at him.

"I work for nobody and neither do I work with anyone. I just help people get rid of other people." I said keeping a straight face.

"Okay." He said "You don't have much choice. You'll do anything I'll tell you to do. Otherwise you're gonna be dead. It's that easy" He looked at the document in my hands. "You should probably read the points." He said.

"Well, I don't have much choice, so okay." I agreed, sarcastically.

The points

1. The employee will live in the job givers apartment/house.

2. The employee will obey the job giver. If not then the employee will be killed.

3. The employee will get paid 2 millions US dollars for every kill.

4. The employee will have full access to weapons needed.

5. Employee is not allowed to be drunk or under the influence of any narcotics while doing her job.