Assigned To Kill (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter Ten

So, the interrogation didn't go as planned. It turned out that I didn't have one chance to be alone with Luke to 'get to know him' more than I already have. There were always groups of people milling around, getting drunk and some on the verge of having sex as though they were blissfully unaware of the people cheering them on. Luke and Michael were in the kitchen because apparently they needed more food. I had disagreed on this because one look at the food filled table would tell you they didn't need any more but they had simply said they were 'growing boys'. I didn't argue any further.

Claire and I had separated about half an hour ago, so we could both enjoy the night. Claire knew that this was also a job for me but she wasn't bothered by it, she knew I had no choice but to get close to them somehow and this was the perfect opportunity to achieve that.

Leaving Luke and Michael in the kitchen to argue amongst themselves, I wandered back into the living room, downing my fifth shot and placing the glass on the table I passed. I started dancing when 'Sex' by The 1975 came on and that was when a guy accosted me.

"Wanna go upstairs?" A guy that Ashton introduced as Tom asked me, slurring his words so much that it took me a second to realise he was asking me to go and sleep with him.

"No." I stated bluntly, deciding that there would be no reasoning with a heavily drunk guy.

"Hmm... you're so hot." Tom slurred again, moving closer so that we were almost touching and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Not an attractive sight, I must say.

Disgusted, I took a step back only to hit the wall and I mentally slapped myself for putting myself in this position. Tom took this as an invitation to get closer and before I could tell him to fuck off and leave me alone, he had his hands on my body. I closed my eyes, biting my lip in frustration, trying not to kill the guy. I could easily do it but I'd have too many witnesses.

Besides, he was just getting a little too touchy. He didn't deserve to die. That didn't mean I couldn't injure him though. When he groped my chest and his other hand started touching my bare thigh, going up to my black lacy underwear I was wearing, I drew the line. That was it, this guy had to be stopped.

I grabbed the guys arm and twisted his arm around, stepping to the side as I did so. The guy, seeming quite out of it - he had probably taken something - gasped in pain as I kicked the back of his leg sharply, sending him to his knees in an instant. Getting him into a chokehold, I leant down to whisper in his ear.

"Touch me again or anyone like that against their will again and I will not hesitate to make sure you can never use your dick again." I spat and I felt him stiffen at my words. "Understand?"

He nodded but I still wasn't satisfied. Standing him up again, I turned him around to face me and smirked.

"This is just in case you don't believe me."

Lifting my knee up harshly, I hit him straight in his crotch, my smirk widened as he cried out in pain. I watched in amusement as he fell to the floor clutching himself. That was when I looked up and noticed people staring at me, bewildered expressions on their faces. Uh oh.

"I take defence classes." I shrugged like it was no big deal, taking in their glances as I did so. They all believed the lie easily enough, some even asking me to give them defence lessons. At those remarks, I laughed, my head thrown back as I did so. None of these people would live through the training I went through. They were all drunks and sluts in my opinion so I knew that an hour of the training would tire them out entirely.

"Where in the hell did you learn that?" Someone asked from behind me and I spun around to see Michael, a hotdog in one hand and a can of Dr. Pepper in the other.