Her Secrets

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|Athena's POV|

Life has always treated me like a fucking rag doll, throwing me here and there. However, my whole fucked up life changed when Alessio Romano came knocking at my door on a Thursday night. He was so blunt with the news he had to give me and I kind of appreciated him for it.

Anyway, that's a story for another day. For now, let me focus on my target who was about to enter a club named 'The Howl of the girl' which was a funny and a stupid name at the same time.

My target was a blond haired guy with brown eyes who was around five feet tall and had a deep red suit on with a tie as well. After having fixed my black hair, I straightened the short strapless red dress I was wearing and applied some more lipstick on my lips. Placing my lipstick in my purse, I made my way inside the club.

Loud music filled my ears instantly. My eyes flickered from people to people inside the place, each dancing-more like grinding against each other. Some were making out in a corner, not bothering about where they were.

My eyes scanned the place, looking for the familiar blond hair. I spotted him sitting at the bar with his back facing me and his elbows resting on the table. Clearing my throat, I made my way towards him, pushing the people in my way as lightly as I could. But, somehow they ended up stumbling which resulted in them crashing into others. Not my fault if they were drunk.

"Darling," I whispered seductively, plopping down on the chair next to my target. His head snapped in my direction and he flashed me a small smirk, his eyes raking me up from top to bottom making me fight the urge to roll my eyes and shove my fist in his throat. "Well, hello there babe," he licked his lips, "you're here alone?"

"Do you see someone here with me?" I questioned rather rudely before instantly correcting myself, not wanting to scare the guy off, "I mean, of course. I'm here alone."

"Interesting," he mused, "can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure." I flashed him a small grin, resting my elbows on the table as I sat more comfortably, knowing I'd be there for a while. He mirrored my grin and nodded to the bartender, showing him two fingers. The bartender nodded before starting to prepare our drinks while we waited. He turned to face me, "well, what's your name?"

"Jennifer," the lie left my lips smoothly, "Jennifer Hills. What about you?"

He bit his lip bottom lip, "Quentin Whitlock." Our drinks were placed on the bar in front of us, the sound distracting us for a mere second. I grabbed the glass and brought it to my lips as he continued to speak, "I'm thirty seven. What about you, doll? You cannot be older than eighteen."

"I'm flattered," I batted my eyelashes, letting out a fake chuckle as I did so, "I'm actually twenty eight." Again, that was a lie. I was only twenty but be didn't need to know that now, did he?

"Ain't no way," he gasped, chuckling, "oh my god, you look so young! I mean, of course twenty eight is not old but you-" he gestured his finger around my figure, "-you look way younger than twenty eight and that's a compliment. Damn, you're hot."

I know that, thank you very much.

"You-" I gulped down the rest of my drink, placing the now empty glass back on the table, "-you wanna get out of here?" His eyes lit up at my question before he nodded excitedly, finishing his drink within a second. He then stood up and placed his glass on the table as well before grabbing my hand. I wanted to push him away but I couldn't. I had a job to do and I intended on doing it, I couldn't fuck things up.

He rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand as he led me towards the exit, "I heard that at back of the club, there's an alley and usually empty. So, we'll be alone. Oh and by the way, I have a knife kink."

I shot him a curt nod in response, ignoring the last part as the thousands of ways I could kill him brewing in my mind. I was one to torture, I preferred that the people I wished to kill die in the most painful way ever because they deserved it. Killing people has always given me a different kind of pleasure, one that I had no intention of letting go anytime soon.