Kiss of the Assassin || +18

Chapter 1 || Scarlett

We've all taken the time out of our day to think of ways how we'll die. Everyone's thought about it, maybe more than once. We like to hope and pray that we won't die the worst way possible. When we think of ourselves dying, we think of being old and frail, lying in a soft, warm bed and passing in our sleep. The most peaceful way to go. But we all know that isn't how the universe works. The universe, or God, or whoever you may believe in, doesn't work that way. It chooses for us. And as much as we wish we could die the way we want, there's no possible way we can make it happen. Until that time comes, all we can do is live our lives.

Most of us have a routine. We wake up, eat, go to work, pay the bills, tend to our families, or ourselves with no families at all, and we repeat the same thing, over and over and over again until our calling comes. Some of us live a simple and boring life. Some of us being highly rich, millionaires. Taking in the ultimate glory of being a goddamn celebrity. And others, like me, we like to live our lives on the line. We enjoy the rush, the adrenaline running through our veins. Whether that be driving a motorcycle, being a professional race car driver. Or something like me...being an assassin. Purposely putting ourselves on the line knowing we'll die, taking out dumb worthless fucks in the world. They all deserve it. And we have a purpose with it. We're doing better than what the fuck-nut government does these days. And they could careless if women and children go missing, even grown men. They let it happen. And they collect their checks and live their lives. Pieces of shits.

That's exactly what I'm doing right now.

Yet, you're tied to a chair with two men holding knives in their hands, waiting for you to give up information on who killed their brother.

I know who did it. Obviously, it was me. He deserved it. He kidnapped a three year old from the grocery store and sold her for sex. Did I save her? Of course. And she's back with her parents, safe and sound, untouched. As for their brother? Let's just say he really enjoys his new forever home...at the bottom of the ocean.

"If you think we're gonna let you go, you're wrong." One of the men claims. I tilt my head the side, eyeing him.

"Did you expect me to be afraid of you or something?" I ask him. He cocks an eyebrow at me.

"We're not letting you go until you tell us." The other growls angrily.

"And I'm telling you, it was me!" I raise my voice. "Jesus Christ, I have somewhere to be. And if you don't let me go, it's my ass." I frown.

"There's no way you, a short, skinny, defenseless woman was able to take down our brother." The first one frowns.

"It's quite possible." I assure them. Jesus, do men actually think us women are weak? It just goes to show that men seriously underestimate women. And they wonder why we live longer than they do. The two men locked eyes, speaking silently and shaking their heads. "Okay, look. If I tell you how I killed him and where he currently is, will you let me go?" I ask. They scoff at my words.

"Right." One nods. I knew they'd call my bluff. I knew they wouldn't agree to it. They won't. Nothing is gonna get me out of here on time.

"We can work something out." I smile sweetly. They frown at my words. I slowly open one leg. "It's whatever you wanna do..." I say softly, opening the other wide. Nothing is exactly exposed, but it leaves them to their imagination. At least one of them. The younger brother, he tilts his head to the side, falling for my trap.

"Fuck..." He utters softly, seeing his jeans grow tighter by the second.

"Come on. Five minutes. Just you and me." I give him a nod.

"Nick!" The older brother scolds, punching him in the arm.

"What? She's...She's distracting me!" He argues. I throw my head back in irritation.