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mission impossible

Nadia pov
i can't believe she did that last night.
Fuck.
After she untied me and left, i grabbed my vibrator and the entire time all i could think about was her. It should have been her mouth on me as i reached my climax. She should have been kissing me. Instead there i was in my bed with incognito on.

i groan remembering how she broke in. My question is how did she actually get into my apartment.

We met 2 years back when we crossed paths on a mission. I was given a task to kill a ceo and so was she. We met on the roof top of a parking garage as we were both getting our snipers set up.

ever since that day, we have been enemies. I hate her. Yet somehow i still invite her back into my life over and over.

A few months ago i took a target from her. We were in the same alley hiding and she thought i was sneaking up on her so she threw me to the ground and pinned me. When she realized it was me she just held me down in anger before letting off.

In my defence, i was sneaking up on her. I wanted to spook her. she's so fucking cocky she needs to be taken down a few pegs.

She ended up tracking me back to my apartment and she knocked on my door. I thought it was my uber eats but when i opened it, she had a gun pointed at me. It scared me and she walked me back into my apartment. I was terrified. she holstered her weapon and picked me up so my legs were around her waist. Her mouth attacked mine. she is so dominant. In life and at home.

After that, if we cross paths on accident we will usually end up in the same room by the end of the night. I just want to sleep with her but she keeps stringing me along. After every hot session, she ends up leaving and it leaves me incredibly needy. I can masturbate all i want but it doesn't change that it's my hands on my clit and not hers.

Not too long ago she took a target from me. I was pissed but it was okay. I had 2 vs her 1. The way it works, is we have many free lance assassins in this city. Only a handful of good ones. But when a new target comes to light, we all get the same file. We each get a little bit of the payment in our account, and get the rest when the job is done with proof.

as for last night, i have the invitation that i stole and it's on the news. Due to this dude being a huge sex offender that was somehow free of charges, it was a bit more of a high profile case.

i will submit a pdf of the dinner invitation showing that i was there at the timr of death.

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Devon pov

after my dinner last night i untied and slipped out into the night.

This morning i wake up to my disposable phone buzzing on the table. I flip it open and i have a new assignment.

johnathon taper
33, Male, 6'1
White
Black hair, brown eyes

alright i guess this means i have to get out of bed. I roll out and my feet hit the cold floor. I pull on my clothes and continue reading. all the other information i need was emailed to me so i submit it to my printer while i get some breakfast.

i munch on my toaster strudel while looking over his file. He looks handsome. tall, dark hair, dark eyes.

The file shows that he has been embezzling money from his company. I look through the addresses provided and i decide that i'll start on his home address.

It's still fucking cold out.

I drive up to his house out in forest hill. How shocking.

He's inside and i start my set up. I dial his number and it rings. This is the part i love. Yea catching them is great but it's the chase that i live for.

He picks up on the third ring

"hello? who is this?"

i do what i need through my laptop and i switch into french. His profile shows that english is his only language.

"oh desole, jai le mauvais numero"

i make sure the bug is set and then i hang up. I wait anxiously for him to make a call and after 20 painful minutes he does. My phone goes off and i pick it up listening to his conversation.

ghad i love modern technology.

"yea carlos i need you to meet me at the drop. Hurry up, i'm leaving soon."

he hangs up

i get out of my car knowing he will be leaving soon. I stick a tracker in the front grill of his truck and quickly scurry back to my car up the street. I wait for him to leave and while i do i hook up his tracker to my gps.

i let him get a 5 minute start before i follow him. I don't want him to know that i'm on his tail.

After maybe 30 minutes or so i start to get close to the location of his tracker. It's been stopped for almost ten minutes.

I squint my eyes when i pull up to the building. This is literally the sketchiest place i've ever been assigned to. I watch him get out of his car and fix his jacket.

he walks in through the open garage and i tap in to his phone. When he isn't making a call i can use it to listen to his conversations.

"you fucked up you know that?"

"john cmon how was i supposed to know."

sounds heated but this doesn't concern me. I make my way over to his car and i get in the back. i crouch down behind the drivers seat and wait for him to return while i listen to his conversation.

They're talking about an incoming shipment tonight and it bores me to death. I fuckin hate this part.

After maybe 5 more minutes their conversation ends and i hear him walking back to the car. I shut off the listening device and make sure i'm ready. I have the gun silencer on and the safety is off. All i have to do is pull the trigger and this money is mine.

I need it

the door pulls open and he's muttering to himself about how it's gonna be a long day.

once he's in and buckled I make my presence known.

"i think you'll find your day is actually about to be a lot shorter"

i don't even give him a chance to respond before i press the gun to his temple and pull the trigger.

it was louder than i preferred but still quiet enough the guy in the garage couldn't hear. I slip out of the car making sure i touch everything with my sterile cloth. Not today police.

usually these killings don't make the news because the police prefer to keep it quiet if the person killed is someone on their radar for major crimes.

I get back in my car and drive off home. Sending a message to the client

"done"