𝐶𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑒 | ✔︎ |

[4.] Sweetheart

A/N: Before we start! The song at the top is called an 8D audio. If you listen to the song (I recommend) please wear headphones. Enjoy ;) (sorry I haven't posted in a little bit, I've been dealing with school and my own well being. Anyway. Have a good day/or night.)

{{VITTORIO MARIANO}}

You know, normally if this were anyone else I would already have her wrapped around my finger. Damara I mean. There is just something about her but I haven't quite put my finger on it. This vixen is so different compared to anyone I've ever worked with. You can see the walls she's built up over time, it's in her eyes. Her eyes show pure ice, nothing more nothing less.

I'm still trying to process what she said to me last night. I can't get her fucking words out of my head. 'You're gonna wish I was her,' if only she knew I was already picturing her under me. Can you blame me? Everything about that woman is... hot. Speak of the devil.

She walked past the couch without a shirt on. She only had on a bra and very, very. Short shorts. Everything was visible. She knows what she's doing, she said it herself. She was going to make this hell for me. I could smell her smirk as she opened the fridge and bent over to grab whatever the fuck she was grabbing.

She was built like a goddess. Her hair was long and black, she had curtain bangs that framed her face. A small scar on her lip, and one trailing from the top of her forehead to the bottom of her jawline. Her eyes were brown, but more dark red. She was fucking perfect. Don't even get me started on her tattoos. She has two snakes trailing down one of her arms and a Mandala just below her left shoulder, then a cuff on her right forearm. She had minimal tattoos but it was nothing I had ever seen before. She was covering scars, I could tell.

She walked back upstairs giving me a full view of her ass. This was really going to be agonizingly painful.

><><><

That's it. If she calls me sweetheart one more time I'll do it. I'll take her. In more than one way, I just have to decide which way is better for both of us. I vote the one that ends up in sex, or even me killing her.

"Oi! Dickhead! Stop playing with you're cock and come on. We got business." Damara interrupted my thoughts when she walked in the living room.

She's right, we have business to attend to. Fuck. I don't want to be here. Especially with the one woman who doesn't throw herself at me. She's utterly gorgeous, extraordinary strong and smart. She's possibly one of if not the most dangerous woman I've ever met. Not only is she ranked, one of the top assassins, but her body and the way she talks is addictive. That's what's dangerous, wanting to get to know her. Because I would be deliberately lying if I said I didn't want to study her in more than one way.

I followed the lovely woman out the door till we got to the car parked out front. She grabbed the keys and I stopped her.

"You sure you can drive, princess? I wouldn't want you to mess up that pretty face of yours." I smirked. The more I'm a dick, the more she'll pull away. That's how it works, right?

"I've been street racing since I was twelve years old. I think I got it, sweetheart." She winked and got in the car. That god damn nickname. She just got ten times hotter might I add. An assassin, and a racer? God damnit this woman will have me at her feet. Not the other way around.

Once we got to the club I had to fix my suit and she split off. She walked into the club with a bag and disappeared. I wonder what that's about.

I walked inside and it smelled like liquor and sweat. The music was blaring and I took a seat in front of the stage. I'm supposed to meet our target here. I'm posing as a quote "nerdy businessman", he's here to buy a flash drive off me. Even though the flash drive will just give him information Damara's friend made up, the drive is actually supposed to hack his laptop or whatever he uses with it. As long as it works we should get the information we need.

After the former song ended a familiar one came on. 'Love is a bitch.' I glanced at the stage to see Damara walk onto it.

Holy shit.

She was wearing almost nothing. It makes sense this is a strip club. Her tattoos looked remarkable under the red hue. Her body over all glowed in the light. She had on what looked like a belt, but attached to it were long chains that went just to her thighs. Fuck. Her thighs. I could feel my cock strain against my pants. Jesus. She knew exactly what she was doing. Vixen. She held eye contact with me. Her top was just some shitty mesh bra. It showed her tits completely. Leaving very little to the imagination.

Watching the way her body moved to the song made me ten times harder. If that was even possible. This is starting to piss me off. She's mine. This woman will be the death of me. After this is over, I'll show her who's boss. That is if I can catch her. This little one tends to move fast. That's one of the first things I realized about her. She's constantly running. I think this is war.

Her body is moving so smoothly it's almost impressive. She's an amazing dancer. She hooked one of her legs around the poll, then her hand, till she was up high spinning calmly. She looked so relaxed. She didn't look like her if I'm being honest, like she had just escaped reality. Her eyes were still locked on me, her eyes were full of fire. The ice she normally had up has completely evaporated. She smirked as she pulled her hand away from the poll. She straightened out her back and bent.

Her back was almost to the poll. Flexible. I smirked at her and the snip of the song ended, the lights went out and she walked off stage.

"Excuse me. Bronco right?" I turned to see our target. Try not to laugh at the name, try not to laugh at the name. Take your job seriously Vittorio

I had forgotten about the mission to be completely honest. I was to busy eye fucking my partner and wishing I was the pole.