Playing the Assassin

Okay, for those of you that don't know this is the third book of Trying to Keep the Player. However you don't need to read the whole two other books especially since I developed a lot from when I started it (more than 5 years ago) with my writing.

Chapter 1

His a demon in disguise, a snake with blue eyes wondering around the club to catch for his next prey. His hands went through his black hair as he charmingly smiled into the distance. Those eyes of his would brighten even more up when the lights would flash on us, making me semi-blind. I sipped from my drink and watched at the corner of my eyes. My leg was over the other and my back was leaning against the bar.

"How about that one?" Demon pointed into one of the males in the crowd. I tilted my head at the side to gather a better view and caught an Asian guy. He appeared Korean. I specifically told neither Demon that he wasn't Asian, native nor Latino in any kind of way, yet he'd point out people that didn't match the description.

"No," I dryly told him.

"You said he was rich right?" Demon arched an eyebrow. A smirk ran along his features. I slowly narrowed my eyes at him, holding up my drink against my lips. The foolish smirk on his face wouldn't fade but grew larger instead. I knew what was on his mind.

"I'm not revealing myself," I spoke through my teeth.

"Fine," Demon shrugged "I wouldn't want you to do that anyway. I'll beat the crap out of anyone who'd touch you."

"If I don't get to them first," I reminded.

"True... Psycho, if they're rich, they're most likely in a private space. Look for bodyguards and you'll find him," He promised. I doubly blinked and just swallowed out of my drink and stared ahead. Demon's eyes grew wide as plates. What...?

"That's got to burn!" Demon exclaimed. Oh boy...

"It's not alcohol," I rolled my eyes as he frowned. I didn't see why he seemed so upset. He's seen me lose my mind before to drugs I was forced to take at the hospital. It's not like much would happen even I did get drunk, which I never have. I'm a responsible adult. At least that's what Lucia tells me. I scanned the room again and after a long while I found people that kind of looked like bodyguards. They had that shady look and wore all black. I dug my hand into my jean pocket to pull out a badge. Demon quickly but gently wrapped his hand over my wrist, directing it back into my pocket.

"They won't let you in with a badge. You're a criminal psycho, think the way you do. Won't you disappear the next day if a cop talked to you about your parents?" He reminded. Yes, it's been two years and I still couldn't find out about my parents whereabouts. I've already lost any hope that they could be alive. Either that or they weren't even kidnapped in the first place. Something else was going on and Javier was still on it. He had other assignments going on as well. I sighed and placed my badge into the pocket. Lucia gave it to me just for extra authority. She had good connection to the FBI and suggested that she'd train me. She was well aware that was practically already trained from my parents on hand to hand combat. Still, I had more than a lot to learn.

"What do you suggest I do? Demand them to let me in?" I snarled. Demon scoffed in disbelieve and gave me an easy look. Oh... I see, he wants me to get in the player way.

"You'd think that would work?" I asked.

"Sure, just show your boobs a little more, or take of your shirt and make your shirt like a dress," A smile continued to grow on his face until he roared in laughter. Instantly, I smacked him in the cheek. Demon gasped and held his cheek, whimpering in pain. He knew better to mess with me. Demon knew my strength more than anyone. I swear it was like he enjoyed being abused by me.