"I had to find a way to make you ours."
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Katherine Ara, a 21 year old secret assassin, has been living a double life ever since she was a junior in high school. In the day time, she was just like any ordinary girl, spending time with her boyfri...
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I had already been on my third drink of the day, trying to wait as patiently as I could for my target to arrive. It had already passed the time my purchaser gave me of my targets arrival. She was unsure of the location though, so maybe soon I would have to track him down myself.
I still scoped the area in hopes he would just walk through the door already so I can finish him and get the hell out of here. I didn't like going to bars unless it was with my best friend. She understands what a good time at a bar and club is unlike everyone else. We enjoy making great fools of ourselves already knowing we won't be getting picked up by a man any time soon when we already have ones of our own.
We weren't like the men I've killed, cheaters and assholes. We were still loyal to our significant others. Though sometimes I had to break that loyalty to bait my targets, it was normally the way to get to these walking STD's.
Finally, I spotted him. He looked like he was in his late thirties, hair hadn't been washed in days, and clothes that were meant to look neat, but ended up in a mess anyway.
I fixed myself up and took one last swig of my drink, paying the bartender and analyzing him closely.
He seemed to have came alone which was perfect to avoid close witnesses. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle even if there was, they just add on more work that I didn't feel like doing.
He took a seat three stools away from me and ordered his drink. I waited for the right time to take my approach, that being once he the first sip of his drink. His eyes followed the bartender that walked in my direction, his eyes now landing on me.
I forced myself to give him a flirtatious smile and a wave. I would've thrown up if I looked at him any longer, so I waited for the wink he soon gave me and turned to look at my phone. I pretended as if I was texting someone, watching him through my peripheral vision.
His drink had soon arrived, landing on the coaster that sat in front of him. He took a sip of it, and that's when I began to move.
I stood up from my stool and walked over to him slowly, swaying my hips dramatically to mesmerize him. His grin had made a more noticeable appearance as he watched me sit down beside him.
"Hey, pretty girl," he spoke, his voice low yet higher than I thought it would be.
"Hey, handsome," I forced myself to respond. I hated calling men handsome unless it was my boyfriend.
