Toxic

03

I awoke to a knocking on my door.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ITS 8 AM." I shouted, very much annoyed.
"Y/N darling you need to wake up. I've got a task for you." It was Nick.
I trudge over to the door and pull the door open. "The fuck do you want." I said annoyed.
"On Kill days, we plan all day. We make sure the kill is flawless and nobody gets the cops called on them. And that's no way to talk to your master, princess." Those names tho...
"Go into the strip club. Kill George. Run. Boom plan now let me sleep." I deadpanned.
"No. How are we going to get George alone?" Nick replied. I went into my office and he followed me. I took a seat and my chair, and him across from me. I pulled my hair into a low messy bun and start looking at my computer.
"You could go into the bathroom and kill him." I said.
"How about he schedules a private room with you. I want to see how you work." Nick replied
What. No he just wants to get into my pants. We'll get what ass hole, you don't get this pussy. Go to a different one. He pulled out his knife and started examining it, implying that he would kill me if I didn't do it.
"Fine. Then I'm not scheduling a case for you for a long time."
"Deal." Nick agreed.
After our little discussion, I went to get changed for the club. I decided to wear a button down dark orange shirt, revealing a little bit of my chest. I also decided on a tight black short skirt and high heels. When I exited my room, I saw Nick wearing another suit. He must own like 50 suits. "Wow Y/N. I didn't think you would dress like that." Nick said.
"Shut up and lets go. The sooner I can get this over with, the better." I deadpanned.

TW// Strip club, touching without consent, all that crap. Not smut yet, that's next chapter.

When we finally entered the building after a 45 minute drive, the only things that hit me where the scent of drunk men. I went backstage and signed in, signaling that I was next to strip. The woman before me finished and went into a private room with a guy. Kill me. Nick fucking owes me. As I twirled around the pole, I caught sight one two people: George NF and Nick staring at me. I ignored Nick and seductively walked over to George. As I stepped off the stage to dance around him, I noticed Nick moving towards a private room. I figured that meant I need to hurry up. I was giving George a lap dance when he whispered "you. Me. Room 3. Now."
"I have to use the restroom first, I'll be right in there" I said as seductively as I could. As I walked over to the bathroom, Nick tossed me a knife with a holster. I strapped it around my stomach if needed. "Be ready to barge in. I won't let him get to far." I said. Nick followed me to the door of the private room and waited outside.
"You're going to listen to me. Is that understood?" George said as I sat down.
"We will see about that."

That's when he ran over and started kissing me and touching me inappropriately without my consent. "George Stop. I haven't given consent." I said as I pushed him off of me. Why the fuck hasn't Nick come it yet. "I don't care about your consent. Now get down and suck this dick" he replied. As he lunged for me, the door bursts open. "This is my private room. Leave us alone." George said to Nick. That's when I kicked his ass, making him turn around. I grabbed his arm and with a satisfying snap, indicating I broke his arm, he fell to the ground, crying. "You want to finish him?" I asked. And with a throw of Nicks knife, George was no longer breathing.
This guy is fucking hot. Honestly fuck me already.

"We can't let this room go to waste. It's got another hour paid yet..." Nick said with a mischievous grin.

A/N
y'all wanted smut. Next chapter will have smut.
Vote on the smut chapter so I know y'all Horny beasts are thankful.
Quote of the chapter: Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.
Word count: 761