Femme Fatale • |JB| ON HOLD TIL FURTHER NOTICE

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"Alright you're in. Mr. Hyze is in the booth, far corner to the left. You know what to do."

"Got it Jace." I heard through the small earpiece, making my way through the darkened club full of men wanting to get away from their wives for the night as their potential one night stands walked around in their most skimpiest outfits, just looking for a good fuck; or for a nice pay. Either way, it's a 'happy ending' for both. Swiftly making my way over to Mr. Hyze, he looked up just in time as I stopped in front of his table. "Mr. Hyze, nice to see you here."

Throwing my hands on my hips as he took in my body before meeting my eyes, a small smirk formed on his face. "May I ask, who are you?" He motioned to the empty spot next to him, which I complied; keeping a respectful amount of distance. "How about a drink then?" He waved his hand at a waiter who was close by.

"I'll take a Merlot." I said, feeling Mr. Hyze move a bit closer to me as he gave the waiter his drink order. "So, what brings you here? The Mrs. boring you?" I leaned closer, raising a brow. He chuckled, throwing back his now empty glass; I could smell the whiskey on his breathe, mixed with cigarette smoke.

"Not married, but you can say I've been a little... deprived." The waiter came back, putting our drinks in front of us. He grabbed his, never taking his eyes off me and took a small sip. I did the same to him, moving my hair off my shoulder as the rest covered my right eye.

"Well, how about I make your night worth while?" Touching his bicep, what little he had, and smiled. Giving me a look, he took a another drink of his glass of whiskey; fishing out money from his pocket and I stood up, fixing my dress and making my way through the crowd, upstairs to the private rooms. Jace snagged a key for me so it was easier to get this shit done and over with.

Looking over my shoulder, Mr. Hyze was watching my every move. Unlocking the door, it was very dark; a red light, lit up the room to give a sultry look to it but it wasn't so bright. Feeling his presence behind me, I began taking manners into my own hands.

"How about you make yourself useful and sit on the bed, while I slip into something... comfortable." I bit my lip, walking towards the bathroom and sighed, locking the door behind me. I heard music beginning to break the silence. "My bags in here, right Jace?" I asked, checking my reflection in the mirror.

"Under the bathroom cabinets, bottoms shelf. Hurry, we've got to get out of there as soon as possible." Grabbing my silencer, I slid it into the space in my garter and slipped off my dress, into a black silk robe; tying it closed. "Looking good E." Jace chuckled into the earpiece and I flicked him off where the hidden camera was hidden into the corner of the bathroom. Jace installed a few around the room, just in case he was hiding something.

Walking out of the bathroom, shutting the light off to make the room darker again and found Mr. Hyze sitting comfortably on the bed, his back against the headboard. Slowly making my way over to him, I climbed on his lap, straddling him as so. His rough and unattractive hands moved from my hips to my shoulders, making my robe fall off my shoulders and around my waist. He began moving them down my thighs and I quickly took his wrists, putting them to his side's, leaning down to his ear.

"I never got your name, sweetheart." He breathed in my ear, while his manhood poked my thigh and ladies; he was not packing.

"It sure isn't sweetheart. You know, I've dealt with guys like you. Stealing money, using women; thinking you're high and mighty with business. Mr. Hyze, this is from Mr. Wellington, remember him? The man you stole money from? Well, you know how he gets when someone disobeys him, either you give his money back.. or your dead. But you decided to flee the city before he could find you, taking his money with you. Well I did and he sends his hello's." Moving back, my eyes shun under the moonlight that gleamed through the window.

Mr. Hyze's eyes grew wide and he began to struggle underneath me, moving quickly I grabbed my silencer; getting him right in the middle of his forehead, his body going limp under me. Hoping off, the door opened and there stood Jace with a few 'cleaners' to dispose of anything evidence. "Handle that while I change and let's get the hell out of here." Throwing my dress back on, I double checked that everything was gone, even Mr. Hyze's body and the sheets from the bed were gone. Jace stood by the door waiting for me.

Locking the door, throwing the key into the garbage; we quickly snuck out of the building and back to the business.

"Took you long enough, but I wouldn't mind seeing you in that robe again." He smirked and I rolled my eyes, shoving his head away.

"Just the thing I needed to end the night. Shutup Jace." He chuckled, pulling into the agency. Tying my hair into a ponytail, I met with Nathaniel Dawson; my boss who stood at his office door, waiting for me.

"Eden, how delightful to see you again. Right this way, hello to you Jace." Jace gave him a two finger wave, walking ahead of us and to the fridge; pulling out a can of pop and a sandwich. "I have a proposition for you Miss Eden. You are to going to fly to New York, going undercover as Dylan Kennedy to take down this man. You will stay for a few months, depending on how long it'll take you.

He's been a rival of my company for years, now his son is of age; I want you to keep a close eye on him as you attend NYU with him. His father has tried making a hit on us again, but this time; there won't be a next time."

He slid a file over to me and I took the time to study the facts about the two, no pictures were here, but a last name; Bieber. Smirking, I nodded. "With pleasure."

Nathaniel smiled at me, clapping his hands. "Then off you go Eden, I'll be keeping tabs on you and Jace. Don't fool me now." He shooed us out and I said my goodbyes to Jace as we went our separate ways. Driving home to my apartment shared with one of my best friends, I finally got out of my heels; throwing them in the corner of the room. Noticing the silence, which was odd because Natalya was always here at this hour; I began calling for her.

"Nat! Are you home? We've got plans tonight to get sushi! You promised you'd pay this time." Tucking my keys into my purse, looking up to see Natalya lying dead on the kitchen floor. "NAT!" I ran over to her, clutching her lifeless body to me. I found a note laying beside her.

She got what she deserved.

Tears streamed down my face as I crumbled the note in my fist, my heart breaking at the sight of my best friend, now dead.

"Don't worry Nat. I'll find out who did this to you, it's not over until I say so."