Hayle's POV
"What's a girl like you doing alone here?" A sickly smooth voice asked.
"Just looking for a way to get revenge on a cheating ex." I replied.
"I can help with that, doll." He smirked.
"I was hoping you could." We walked towards the exit, hand in hand. Once in the alleyway, I pushed him against a wall, my lips hovering over his.
My knee quickly hit his balls. Before he could even register the pain, I smacked his head against the cold, worn brick wall.
"Goodnight, bitch." Pointing the gun, the last thing he saw was the cold steal barrel of my handgun.
I moved the beer bottle next to one hand, while I rubbed the finger prints of the gun. My handy work was done. The poor man had committed suicide, and if the police checked his files, they would find that he had taken the break up with his girlfriend badly.
My employer told me that he would be in contact within the hour. My bag was slung over my shoulder as I headed to my car to change.
My once soft brown hair was covered by a blonde wig, and blue contacts covered my dark brown eyes. The tight black dress I had been wearing, I had thrown in the trash after changing into my dark skinny jeans, nirvana t'shirt, and leather jacket.
My iPhone buzzed in my pocket while I finished my make-up. He can wait one minute, so that I don't stab my eyes out.
"What?" I snapped.
"Is it done, Menace?"
"Yes, the poor man killed himself after breaking up with his beloved girlfriend." I sighed dramatically.
"Good. The money will be under the the bar at the Black Panther Club."
"It better be. If not, I will not hesitate to sell you out to the police and all the other gangs itching to get their hands on you." My employer gulped.
"I-I know. The money will be there by eleven p.m."
"Good." I ended the call because if I was going to get to the club on time, I needed to leave now. My Ducati roared to life as I turned the key into the ignition.
There was nothing in the world like riding a motorcycle or sports bike. The only thing that could compare is flying. It felt so freeing. For a moment I forgot about my complicated life, until I pulled up at the club.
Good, five minutes before it was eleven. That bastard better have my five million, otherwise there will be hell to pay. Walking to the bar, I ordered a vodka martini.
"Menace." A voice growled out behind me.
"Yes?"
"Here's the damn money. I don't want any trouble." I grabbed the case and checked the money.
"Good. It's real and it's all there. I was expecting you to screw me over."
"I know better than to cross you."
"You're smarter then the rest. Good boy." I walked out leaving the stunned men in my wake.
This was my life. I got rid of problems and loose ends for anyone who would pay my price. I was the best, yet I would double cross in a heartbeat if I was screwed over.
Gangs, Mafias, and other "assassins" knew to stay out of my way. They didn't know my face. They didn't know my real name.
They call me a Menace.
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Wreaking Havoc
RomanceHe had gold rings on his fingers. She had blood on her hands. He is the mafia boss. She was the assassin. He meant to kill her. She fell for the monster. *cover created by me *has scenes of abuse *has sexual scenes
