Hit the Hit-man :: Vendetta x Reader

Chapter Two

Gun shots, swords clang, knives stabbing and of course you running. It HAD to be one of those days, didn't it? Just not working out and you pulling a bunch of stunts that failed miserably. You groaned to yourself and rolled your eyes, sliding under a truck as you quickly rolled and got up. Checking behind you, two men started to jump over the vehicle as they raised two weapons. 

"Shit," You grumbled, returning to your now daily jog. If you didn't lose ten pounds from weekly workouts, you must've now. 

"Get back here!" One shouted, tripping and falling into the acid infested waters. 

The other growled as he continued to follow you at a top speed. His expression determined to get you but to only be cut off by another male jumping in front of you. The new-comer wore a yellow button-up shirt and black suspenders, his collar tied around with a black bow and his purple hair pulled up into a pony tail as a ebony ribbon tied it up. 

"Vendetta-" You murmured, a glare tracing up to the man now in your presence. 

"Y/N-" A smirk came across his lips, a knife in his hand.

"Aren't you suppose to be taking orders from your lil' Ms. Know-It-All?" You asked, gritting your teeth in anger. And to only think, this was your old best-friend and huge crush. Now he's a big fat jerk you wanted to kill or NEED to kill. "I bet she can't work that robot arm up her ass herself."

Ven scoffed and raised the knife up to your neck, "Says the gal who can pretty much do the same damn thing."

Placing a finger on the blade, you move it to the side and snicker. "You know you can't kill me~"

He flared up and drove his knife towards you."Yes I can!"

You dodged the attack and brought out your own dagger. "It doesn't have to be this way."

Ven frowned in irritation, scratching his chin softly with the weapon. "Cliche much?"

"Very much, but also VERY true."

"I say...the contrary." 

He raised his knife and aimed for your shoulder only to be met with the end of your weapon on his forehead. Cursing softly, Ven kicked you in your stomach and took out his gun. His finger slid onto the trigger, pushing it two times and failing to shoot your chest. Your mouth gaped as you saw four more men coming after, the both of you? They made a circle around the scene, their faces covered with a black mask.

"Crap-" Ven shouted and whipped his head around, glancing at the group. "This is not how it was suppose to go."

You gave him a glare, "Nothing in the past was suppose to go this way."

His eyes widened as he looked back at you, a small tint of guiltiness tracing against his thoughts. "Y/N-"

"WELL, WELL, WELL!" A man with a black cloak grinned and walked up to the little pair. His hands behind his back and his brown hair flopping the side.

"Cliche, again." Ven spat and stuck his tongue out.

"Yes my little Detta~"

"I'm not yours. I never will be."

"That's just too bad then~ Of course, after all, L/N here is my best worker and forever will be."

You looked away and sighed, placing the dagger back on your belt. "I have no choice.."

"Hmm, well, yes and the fact you caused trouble put you on the edge of the cliff darlin'."

"Red neck-"

"Slut-"

Anger welled up inside you as the temptation to stab your boss was high. "You can't even say that! I never dated anybody!"

Vendetta snorted lightly and laughed, "Never? Wow you're sad."

"Shut it butler."

He inhaled softly and glared at you, his fist clenching. "Whatever."

"Hush! It's Fulton time!" The man took off his hat, the brown yet slightly black hair becoming a mess. Would've been charming if he wasn't insane and stupid. 

"Fulton time sounds like a bad time." Ven turned around and attempted to leave. "So no thanks."

Sighing, you grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back. "Stay here windbag."

"HEY! Look I know its your duty to fucking kill me, but I rather not die."

"I say the same, but hey, you drew the first knife."

He glared at you then back at Nick. "What do you want asshole?"

"Your life." He replied darkly, the four men raising their guns in union.

"Oh shit." You looked around and found yourself close to Vendetta.

Ven growled and placed a hand on your shoulder, whispering. "Question. If you work for them, why are they going to kill both of us?!"