Aadya is classified as a good girl. she only has two people she hangs out with and is extremely smart and ever since she got in high school she hasn't even looked for boys, but other than that she is kind of a mystery.
Xander is classifies as basic...
I haven't done this in a long time. I took a break for about a month and didn't take any jobs because of Lilla and Max. Lilla got worried when I would home with bloody knuckles and sometimes bruises. Max would just see the bandages that Lilla would make me put on until they were healed. I never told them what I did or how often I did but I had a feeling they didn't think it was just a fight or two and they were right.
It started after what happened with Miles. I was angry at him, at myself, at the world for not noticing. So to get my anger out by going to the underground fighting ring. I would get a few punches but then got my ass beat. After my sixth time getting my ass kicked the hottest women I have ever laid my eyes on came up the me and I remember it exactly.
"Hey kid, that was a tough fight. How old are you?"
"Im thirteen."
"Well do you want to learn how to actually fight so your not getting your ass kicked?" I have nothing better to do and my mom will start noticing that all the bruises didn't come from her.
"Sure."
After I was fully healed from that night we started training. Learning to fight, throw knives, use a gun, pressure points, and about anything else to protect myself in any situation. Knives and fist fights were my favorite though.
That night at the bar when I got drugged I should've known but I was drunk and for some reason I didn't put on my thigh strap that held my favorite knife. Kinda glad I didn't though because Xander would have found it when he was changing me and then I would have to lie to him and that is just to much work.
When I turned fourteen Stella finally let me go on my first mission. She called me Vida (life). it's funny because that was the exact opposite of what I was doing. By the time I was six months into being an assassin I had a name for myself and everyone in the underworld knew who I was. I marked all my kills with a V and place a Lillie right in the center of the it. I have never been unsuccessful with a kill and have only once let them get a punch in to my ribs.
I never killed an innocent, always rapist, sex traffickers, womanizers, ect. That is what I am on my way to go do. I just got a job for about 6 mil to take out a high profile second in command for a gang or mafia, whatever you want to call them. It's the Italian mafia so I couldn't turn it down, after all they drugged me and who knows that they would have done.
He was surprisingly easy to find. His name is Alonzo and he's 26, second in command for the Italian mafia, and openly parties and posts on social media his whereabouts for the night. Dumb for a second in command. The bruises on my arms were fading but still there so I had to reapply my concealer and do some light makeup before putting on a sweatsuit, grabbing my dress, heals, and burner phone and putting it all in a bag before grabbing my keys and heading to my car. I had to drive out to my garage to grab one of my cars. When I got to my garage I picked my all black Porsche 911, got the keys and all my stuff and headed out.
When I get to the bar I change into my dress and heals. The dress is a black spaghetti strap mini dress that is ruffled at the bottom. It shows of my boobs perfectly. Im in love with my boobs honestly, with being a D my boobs are still perky and thankfully don't sag. I got so lucky in that department. I didn't get lucky in the ass department so I had to built my ass and now it's a whole ass shelf. Like my ass takes having a dump truck to a whole new level.
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After im done putting on my dress I take my blonde waves out of my claw clip and they are the perfect mix of messy and beautiful. I send a text to our hacker and have him erase any trace of me being here, cameras of my car being here or coming down this street period and have him shut off the cameras inside the bar for the next two hours. This won't take two hours but I want to be extra careful and make sure im not seen or traced.
I walk into the bar and immediately find my target. When I saw his picture I knew he was attractive but the fact that he has sex trafficked and rape innocent women makes him the ugly to me.
For a seventeen year old I look in my early twenties so it wasn't hard to fool anyone, with my big books and my confidence no one batted an eye at me. i went to the bar and asked for a club soda anyway. It looks close enough to alcohol and with the way I have already seen Alonzo drinking I don't think he will notice. I see his security all around the bar but that doesn't put a dent in my plan. There is a penthouse upstairs that he will take me up to and his security won't follow us up thier or try and remember me because why would they. But as im looking away I spot a tiny camera on one of his mens vest. I shoot a text to my hacker to take those out as well and then continue drinking my club soda.
it only takes about five more minutes for Alonzo to notice and walk up to me. He comes and sits right next to me and tells the bartender to get me another one of whatever im drinking and to add all my drinks to his tab and asks for another one for himself before even speaking a word to me. But finally he speaks up. "What's your name?" I hate his voice. He is trying to sound sexy but with him slurring his words it's very unattractive.
"Paige. And you?" I don't know why I lied, he is the only person that can hear me and he is going to be dead in no time.
"Alonzo. Do you want to dance?" no, honestly I don't.
"Sure." I down my club soda and stand up.
I take his hand seductively and make sure to stomp a little harder than necessary so he can see my ass recoil and bounce as I walk, tiny show before he dies. I hold his hand behind my back and lead him to the dance floor. He is still behind me when I start swaying my hips close to him but far enough im not pressed against his body. He lets go on my hand and gribs both of my hips while im still swaying to the music.
After a minute or so like this the song that was playing comes to a stop and he grips my hips tighter and pulls me back to were im pressed my back to his front. He tries to seductively whisper in my ear "lets go upstairs." I nod my head and he turns to the face the elevator and grabs my hand and interlocks our finger before placing both of our hands on my shoulder. He is guiding me but still has me in front of him. Starring at my ass.
We get into the elevator and as soon as the doors are closed me spins me around to were we are front to front and he pulls me closer and begins to attack my neck with kisses and licks. i let him but when I feel him start to suck I stop him and begin to do this to him while trailing my hands down his torso. Do I want to be doing this? no. But do I want to cover up hickeys that I don't want in the first place? Also no.
I hear him let out a groan before his hands fly to my hips and soon find my ass and he grabs a handful with both hands on each cheek. Once elevator opens I stop and spin around so he loses his grip on my ass. I walk inside and feel his hands on my hips to guide me to the bedroom. Once we are inside I push him on the bed seductively and grab the zip ties out of the very tiny purse I was carrying. He lays in the bed leaning his back on the headboard when I look up. Perfect position.
I crawl on the bed and straddle him and can feel his member hard between my thighs through his pants. He grins when I lift up one of his arms to the bed frame and zip tie it. "Kinky aren't you? You like to ride?" I keep silent as I do the same to his other arm. Once he is zip tied down I ride up my dress and pull out my knife out of my thigh strap. "Maybe we can skip the knife part and go straight to the you riding part?" i let out a laugh a stab him in the heart immediately. I normally loved tourchering then killing but I simply wasn't in the mood. While he was still conscious and screaming I ripped the center of his shirt and carved my V into his stomach and slipped a dried Lillie into the center before.
His security if they could hear him screaming would think it was me and brush it off so I wasn't worried. I crawled off on him and waited until he was quiet and almost dead before I exited so the guards wouldn't be suspicious. When I walked out of the elevator I started limping just to give the guards a shows and headed out to my car. Once I get in the car I get a text saying the money is in my account and then drive back home. I missed this.
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Another chapter for yall!! I might post again tonight I don't know yet but here is a plot twist for you guys! I love yall!!
