Dirty Dancin' Assassin

I don't do strippers

Dedicated To Ari

Strip club? Under cover? Girl?!

"Jack...why?" Rachel, now known as Violet held up the card, eyes glowing with fury. If looks could kill, Jack would be now buried next to the last person Rachel killed. But, the now fearless man only smirked.

"Payback." Oh...Now it clicked. Rachel had recently picked out his last misson for the goon. She couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh when he came back, completely covered in vomit. Rachel sighed, propping her legs up on his desk, sitting in his precious chair, her black, dirty boots on the middle of his pristine, shiny wooded desk. Rachel wasn't one to clean up. Her dark brown hair was a mess. Pulled into a ponytail and shoved under her blue truckers hat, "Timothy's Car Shop" sprawled in white letters on it. She wore a deep yellow with brown hems on the short sleeves, "Tell 'Em The Queen Sent Ya" in a box, a broken crown in the middle. Lastly, she wore a blue hoodie tied around her baggy, pulled down pants, the strings of her black underwear showing. What she mostly wore...everday.

"Aye! Rach, feet off!" Jack grunted, trying to pry the more stronger female's feet of the desk. He was squealing and screeching.

"She will snap you, Jack." Nick hummed, propping himself on the brown chair at the window. The two were the Georgiano brothers. The exact same, at least. Not personality wise, but yeah. Jack was the anxious, fearful one. OCD was his specialty. Jack wore a black and blue suit...all the time. Like Nick, he wore his brown hair slicked back. He was always clean, not a mark on him. He was always shy around girls, a coward around men and fearful at all times. Although, everyone was unsure about how he became a spy. And assassin at the least.

Then there was Nick.

The elder brother. He threw anything anywhere and was fine with it. He wore a white and blue suit, the first few buttons popped, exposing scratches and his slightly hairy chest. He was attracting. He had pale green/blue eyes as his black hair was slicked back, strands poking here and there. He was a ladies man, lipstick on his collar, hickeys on his neck and such. A con-man, a gambler, everything that had the elements of a bad boy.

"Nuh-uh!" Jack snapped, his cheeks slightly red. And so, their constant bickering began. Rachel giggled, shaking her head. Idiots. Her blue eyes scanned everywhere before landing on a picture. Her target. It was a curvious, tan female with brown eyes, glasses and dark brown hair. The girl had her arms crossed over breasts, a smirk on her face. She is gorgeous...Very. She hummed, holding the picture in between her slim fingertips. "Arionna" was read under the picture in blue Sharpie.

"Maybe this mission will go extremely well..."