Changing Sides

Chapter Three- And the bastard didn't give me change for my malibu punch!

3 YEARS LATER...

I sighed collapsing on the sofa and closing my eyes due to how tired I was. I had not had a proper nights sleep for over 4 years. I actually don't know how I haven't died from lack of sleep. I was just about to drift of into the world of ponys and choclate when I heard the irritating sound of a voice.

"UH, UH, UH! I don't think so! We have another case!" Chris called dumping the files on my head.

"Yay." I said flatly sitting up and flicking through the files. "Can't you just do it on your own? I'm tired."

"Your doing it with me, end of. Now get your lazy ass in that van and lets go kill somebody." He instructed pointing at the door. I stood up and stretched grabbing my keys and the files and heading to the car.

Chris hopped in the van and started the engine up and pulled out the driveway. I scanned the files and read out the adress to Chris who nodded and headed towards some strippers club.

"Alex Reer. Easy target." I stated.

"Yep. I read it earlier, we'll get him in no time. You go in there wearing some sexy gear, flirt with him, maybe even kiss him then bring him to the van and boom we kill him and dump the body." Chris said without hesitation. I rolled my eyes, sighing and climbing to the back of the van to get some 'sexy' gear on. The van pulled to a stop as I put my wig on and I hopped out looking round.

We were round the back in an empty car park where you could hear the music from a mile of. I nodded to myself and headed towards the entrance. Just before I walked in Chris called my name.

"He might not sound dangerous but he could be. Be careful." He called with a smile. I nodded and turnt round, taking a deep breath and walking into the stripers bar.

It was manic and everywhere I looked half naked people were grinding on each with their tounges entwined. I took a quick look around and I felt eyes on me. I looked up at the bar and saw a quite handsome man -who i'm guessing is Alex Reed-staring at me.

I gave him a soft smile and sighed, heading over to him.

"Hey pretty lady, what can I get you?" He asked leaning on the bar as I sat down. I looked up at the alcoholic menu. Maybe that could help me stay awake.

"Malibu Punch please" I smiled handing him a€10 note he took it out my hands and made my drink.

"So gorgeous, whats your name?" He said handing me my drink. I took a sip of it and thought of an innocent name.

"Rose." I sighed.

"Whats wrong?" He questioned. Time for the sympathy card.

"My boyfriend... He... dumped me." I stated looking at my fingers.

"Mitch! Work the bar!" He called hopping over the mini, wooden door and sitting on one of the chairs. "What happened?"

This guy was way to caring for his own good. Time to turn on the flirty act.

"I just want to forget about it." I paused looking at his name tag even though I already knew his name. "So Alex-" I paused again putting my hand on his upper thigh. "Want to help me ... forget?" A smirk appeared on his face and his lips came crashing onto mine.

After 20 minutes of making out he began to grope me. Now don't get me wrong, this guy was a good kisser but I was focused on the job and the fact that his hands have been touching all kinds of crap.

I pulled away, taking a deep breath and leaning closer to him.  

"Its a bit crowded in here, wanna go out to my van and have some more... fun?" I whispered Huskly in his ear and he nodded. I grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowds to the silent car park. He let out a little chuckle and I frowned at him.

"Sorry, it just looks a bit like the mystery machine, from scooby doo. Ya know." He chuckled again and I let out a fake laugh as I opened the door to the back of the van. I gestured for him to go first and he did greatfully. I locked the door behind me and opened my closet punching in the code to open the weapons wall.

"Why do you have a closet in your van?" Alex question and I mentally laughed. If only you knew.

"Girls need a change of clothes." I shrugged punching in the last didget. I watched his face as the wall lifted up to reveal all kinds of weapons. It went from confusion to shock to terror. I lifted my wig of smirking as my died blonde hair was revealed . His eyes widened as he realised who I was.

"You-Your E-E-Emma H-Hay-de-den" He stuttered.

"Well duh! and before you ask yes I'm going to kill you, no it probably won't be slow and I don't care if you have kids or a dying mother or blah-de-blah-de-blah." I said walking over to pick up one of my knives. I felt the hole van shake and knew he was trying to get the door open.

"Excuse me." I said politely and he turnt round quickly. I Kneed him in the stomach and stabbed him in the chest. "A ba by." I said in a way-to-sweet tone as his face turnt pale, his black top turnt darker and he fell to the floor. I unlocked to door and used my foor to roll him out, closing it and then jumping into my seat in the front.

"And to think, the bastard didn't even give me the change for my malibu punch!" I remebered and straightened out my top.

"Well D-" Chris began but I cut him of holding my finger to his mouth.

"Why are you even here? I done that on my own. So you may aswell of stayed at home." I said staring as the trees flew past. Chris laughed and shrugged as we continued to drive home.

"Only you, Emma Hayden." He chuckled "Only you."