He Should Have Known I Was Trouble

Bad Girls

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-Alley

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I open my eyes and sigh in frustration at the position I have put myself into. Here I am tied to a chair, in an empty room, in a deserted building. I looked around at the grayed peeling paint and the dusty floor with a few missing floorboards. And of course, the windows are broken as I can feel the chill of the winter winds across my back. If only my outfit was a little warmer.. But you cant be a spy in a sweater and sweatpants.

And yes I am a spy.. Sort of I guess let me explain. At the age of 5 my shitty parents abandoned me because they realized I was just wasting their booze and drug money on food and clothing. I know what a fucking inconvenience. I was sent to an orphanage not understanding anything that was happening to me. I was not even there for a week till someone 'adopted me'. I was very excited hoping to finally have a normal life but that didn't happen. A privately owned organization called 'BAD' (Badass Armed and Deadly had taken me in to train me for when I was older to work for them. Rich and important people hire BAD to protect and investigate for them because there is only so much the government can do. Also we don't have to deal with all the formalities of not breaking the law like the government so we can be a little shady. So since then BAD has been my family and has trained be to be the lethal badass I am today.

Now back to my little predicament... I was not frustrated because I could not escape or I feared for my life but the fact that this was taking longer than I expected and I could not get back to base soon enough to catch the next "How I Met Your Mother" episode and that really bummed me out. I knew I had to wait until this guy showed up to 'deal' with me because I'm supposed to bring him back to base for questioning or whatever.

After a couple more minutes he finally decides to show up and he grins at me in a creepy way as he obviously checks me out in my skintight leather bodysuit. His tall and lanky figure with the long brown hair and dark eyes tell me he is the brain of this operation not the brute. I roll my eyes and try to make it seem like I'm helpless so he does not think I'm trying to escape. Boys are so stupid.

"Well look what has strolled in here and tried to ruin my plans," he says as he leans against the door.

"I'm sorry I must be at the wrong place because I was supposed to find a guy and you know they have balls," I say in a serious tone, as I look him up and down.

He glares at me and starts to turn a shade redder in anger. It is quite amusing actually. As his anger gets the best of him I untie my wrists and loosen my leg ties so I could step out of them at any moment.

"Listen sweetie, its cute the whole tough act but I am going to kill you now for the little bitch you are."

"First of all my name is Kitty," I retort back as I get ready to pounce, "and two there will be no dying today just some douche ass kicking you need." As I wink in his direction.

"That it you little bitch!"

He pulls out his gun and in a split second I am standing up and pulling out my own hidden gun he had not stripped me of (again boys are stupid). Before he can shoot I quickly fire at his arm and he drops the gun in pain. I then use my stun gun and he gets knocked out cold. I sigh knowing I'm going have to carry he unconscious body back to my car. I pick up the fatty with a grunt and carry him out of the warehouse to my sexy Black Bugatti  (hot I know) and dump his body in the trunk in case he wakes up and I start to drive back to base.