Traitorous Love

Chapter 65- New Friend

"Lovely. You're here," I hear a sarcastic and extremely bored voice behind me. I turn around to see the assassin. I walked to the bar that the gang uses as their headquarters. It was scary enough, although it might just be the thought that it is a gang headquarters rather than it just being a bar and I say that because there were people here that were seemingly just customers.

I smiled at the assassin, whose name I still don't know, "I'm glad you think that," I changed my tone, "I'm actually here to see the boss, my expertise is needed," I said arrogantly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, follow me," she says, leading me up the stairs of this place. When I first walked in, it was dimly lit, with blue, purple and pink LED lights, it took some time for my eyes to adjust to the light. There are a couple of bartenders making drinks for the day drinkers, who eye me as I pass. I pretend not to notice, but make note of the two-twins, one boy and one girl. The same colored hair, same look in their eye, same nose, same jawline. The only difference between the two is one of them, the girl, is a little shorter than her brother and has fantastic eyebrows.

The assassin walks past without acknowledging them, as I don't and  we walk up the stairs. The stairs are weirdly steep, and I struggle a little to keep up pace with the assassin, "They're steep aren't they?" The assassin stops at the top waiting for me to catch up.

"I just haven't worked out in a while," I lie.

"Well, that may be true, but the boss had them made steep on purpose," she says as I reach the top.

"What for?"

"To slow down anyone who's trying to storm the place. It's actually an extremely smart tactic,"

"Yeah, no kidding," I better make sure I remember to use my quirk when walking up the stairs.

We walk the rest of the way and into the room, "Good luck," The assassin sings.

I walk in, anxiety crashing over me in waves, "Welcome Jenny," The boss sits at the desk at the end of the room, surrounded by bookshelves. The red-winged, ex-hero sits across from him, turning his head to me, "Hey Dove,"

I nod hello, "What can I do for you?"

"I would like your input on something," he explained vaguely.

"What kind of something?" I asked, a hand on my hip. The boss looks at me, and instantly, I'm thrown to the wall, struggling to breathe. I stare at the boss, whose hand is out, seemingly keeping me there.

"This is my quirk," he said, as he got up and walked over, his hand still holding me in place. I reach for my neck, grabbing at the invisible hands, enclosing my throat, "it is in technicality telekinetic abilities, but with...adjustments, it's had the ability to become more,"

What does he mean by adjustments?

I heave in a breath as the grip falters for one second. I would fight back, but Jenny Martinez was born quirkiness, I need to keep the act going...or die, though the likely hood of me dying is high.

"And, here is your first lesson while you are here, Jenny," his hand grips my throat, "you don't ask questions and you sure as hell don't talk back,"

My eyes wide, the blood rushing to my head, I struggle to speak, so I just nod. If he doesn't let go right now, I will die.

He smiles maliciously, almost like he loves the fear, "I'm glad we're on the same page," and pulls his hand away. I instantly fall to the ground in a coughing fit. The boss walks away, his bald head shining from sweat. I look at Hawks, who gives me a sympathetic glance and turns back around. I catch my breath for another minute or so, before standing up myself.

"Hey you okay?" Hawks whispers while the boss is distracted. I give him a single nod, making sure my face is stoic.

"So Jenny, we need your...expertise on recruitment," The boss said. I give him nothing but a raised eyebrow and he elaborates, "We are working with a specific organization that allows us to expand our...empire. In return, we need to recruit members for their organization,"

If Hawks is here, then it must be that they're working with the League. And they want to recruit more people.

"I see," I take a breath, hoping to bullshit my way through this, "Depending on who you're trying to recruit, it depends on what kind of approach you want to take. For example if you're recruiting doctors, you might talk about how the organization will create research opportunities and better patient care," I say

"What about gang members? How would you want to recruit people who are nothing but selfish, but loyal?" The boss asks. If this man had taken one psychology class I would not be here right now.

"Umm," I thought for a second, "what are they selfish for? Money? Sex? Drugs?"

"All three,"

"Offer your gang members things they want. If they want money, offer money, if they want sex, make it available," I say, "make them think they're getting something worth their time and effort when they're going to join the organization,"

The boss nods, "But what should I offer?"

"Well the easiest things to offer would be sex, logically speaking," I say looking at the papers on his desk and back up to the boss, "you could get prostitutes, which I'm sure are at your disposal,"

"Yes, that's true," he shrugs, "I'm just not sure if it will be enough. Nor am I sure how to approach it. I usually don't do these kinds of things,"

"Every time they go to a meeting for the organization, they get money, drugs, whatever. If they sign up they get an unlimited amount of time with xyz prostitute," I offer, unsure of what the hell I'm even saying. My heart pounds as he weighs the options. Maybe it's the fact that none of this is practice, or that Hawks is watching me, or maybe even that I'm scared that he will kill me right here right now because my cover may or may not be blown.

After some clear deliberation in his head he nods his head, "Thank you for your input, Jenny. You may leave,"

I nod, and clench my shaking hand as I walk out. I close the door behind me, and lean against the wall, taking slow deep breaths, "Ha, you pissed off the boss didn't you," said the feminine voice.

I turn, "You again," and with a slight grin, "maybe. If I'm being honest thought, I'm used to being in the Bosses position, so I forgot to stay in line,"

The assassin laughs, her curls bouncing up and down, "It's okay, at one point everyone has pissed him off. It gives him the opportunity to establish dominance,"

I laugh with her, "Are you trying to make me feel better?"

She looks shocked, as if she just realized her actions, "Hell. No. Being friends  with a preppy Australian twerp like you would look really bad on my reputation," We walk down the stairs, passing the twin bartenders, and walk outside. In that time, I learned that she's 24, started her life as an assassin when she was 18 and she hates heroes. She is one of the ten girls in the gang and she lives with her girlfriend, who thinks she is a physical trainer, "I have to lie to her," she says as we approached the coffee shop for my shift, "she wouldn't ever understand. She's a teacher, a pure and sweet woman who wants to make sure children have happy lives. I could never tell her that the woman she loves kills people on a daily basis,"

I give her a sympathetic look, and walk in, "I'm not judging. I have had to lie and cheat to get through life. And sometimes you have to lie to the people you love to keep them alive,"

I wonder if that's what Keigo was thinking.

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Word Count: 1373

Break is over in 5 days for me. I still have a good amount of things I need to get done for school. Am I going to do them? Hell no. Do I need to? Yes.

Do I really wanna finish writing this book because I have so many other ideas in mind. Yes.

Have I already started writing something else that's mafia based? Yes.

Also, I have a google doc that has every chapter as I start to edit the beginning chapters and rewrite them to be wayyyy less cringe. Would you guys want that to get chapters earlier or just want me to edit and post it here?