Prologue

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AUTHOR'S NOTE; THIS STORY IS FICTION! ALL THE CHARACTERS AND MOST OF THE PLACES ARE IMAGINARY.   I'M NOT TRYING TO HURT ANYBODY'S SENTIMENT..........

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                                                         Prologue

SCARLET’S P.O.V.

“Why the fuck are you in my bikini!?” I yelled at Violet for wearing my costly one piece. I bought that thing for $5000. Yes, one piece for five-freaking-thousand dollars!

“I like your one piece, it suits my hot bod more that your fat ass!” she giggled. First thing, WE NEVER EVER GIGGLE! It’s a mandatory rule in our coolness/awesomeness bible……. She’s drunk!

“Will you bitches shut it! I’m having a fucking head ache now!” yelled Ivy; she was out last night partying hard with her new toy boy. What can I say our job is awesome, we get what we want without any effort, of course I’m counting hot guys in! We’ve been called names, but don’t give rat’s ass.

“Who asked you to party last night? If you can’t handle it, then don’t do it!” It’s Ava, she’s the responsible one here.

“Stop it Ava, she’s was having fun! That’s all! Weren’t YOU?” Violet yelled then passed out!

“Oh please drag her ass out of here and put some clothes on her Scarlett,” Ava said to me.

“Aye Aye, captain,” I said. I took hold of Violet’s foot and dragged her out of the hall like a rag doll. I can’t give a shit about her now, she has pissed me royally.

“What is that? I heard Ivy asking Violet.

“It’s a drink that’ll help you get over your hangover! Now drink it!” she ordered and Ivy listened to her like a kid scared for her life.

“This tastes like crap!” Ivy complained but drank the green substance without hesitation. As our Job is not normal, we get use to stuff. For instance, I was shot and I still have a scar on my left shoulder.

Every one of us has some or other kind of scar on our bodies. As Violet has a huge scar on her left arm, which is fresh. She fought with the Harrisons brothers alone. They have amazing sword skills and awesome co-ordination. I know I’m talking good about our enemies but I can’t help but admire it!

I came out of the room and popped on the sofa next to Ivy.

“When we’ll start our next assignment I’m bored to death!” I whined. It’s been nearly four months since our last job which land all of us in trouble. How come?! We were suppose to keep an eye on a Guy called Xavier, he was a part of a huge drug deal and the guy who gave us the job wanted to keep an eye on him. Like where he goes?, who he talks to and shit, but the whole plan crumbled down when he found out that he’s been followed. He made a plan, he changed the dates and the venue of his big deal and he played it so smoothly that we had no idea about it. Dumb I know, but that bastard is a mastermind. He unveiled our identities and he’s after our tails since then. Therefore, we planned to move out of the country for a while, take a sabbatical or something. Here we are in England among British hotties. We change our accents when we need to. Or else we are normal American hotties in England for a vacation.

“There is a job here, a guy called me since he’s child needs protection,” Ava started.

“He’s paying good bucks and the job is observing the kid, what you say?”

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