❝ For my partner of all times, Jon. ❞
Vera Lu is part of one of the deadliest gangs in New York City. She is a trained assassin with an unfortunate past that shaped her into who she is today.
She is on a mission to eliminate her target, the mysteri...
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-- V E R A
It felt refreshing to spend time with Jonathon again after all these years.
He hadn't changed a bit and I liked that. He had preserved his lighthearted yet caring nature, and his love for danger was still present.
We were on our way to an expensive brasserie called Demarchelier. They served the best French cuisine and the service there were especially quick.
The restaurant wasn't far from my house so Jon and I had decided to walk, which I most definitely was not complaining about. It was now the evening and the streets weren't crowded. The moonlight shone brightly above us as we strolled through the quiet town, setting the romantic mood.
Thankfully, I had finally figured my feelings out, or all this probably would have never happened.
The large, illuminated building came into our field of vision and my stomach grumbled. I had been so distracted by Jonathon, I didn't realize how famished I was.
"I'm grateful for how this night turned out," he finally spoke as turned to me and exposed a toothy grin.
"Is little Jonathon getting sappy?" I teased.
"I'll rephrase what I said. I'm grateful we mad-" I cut him off before he could finish.
"Okay, okay that's enough," I was very much embarrassed at the mention of our sexual exchange back at my place. He smirked and his large hand reached to ruffle my hair, to which I frowned at.
"I spent time doing that," I whined softly.
"Exactly," he smirks even wider and lets out his almost psychotic laugh. The cackle would've seemed obnoxious to any other person, but to me, it was music. I had missed his anomalous laughter and after years without him, the sound was heavenly.
I laughed with him.
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The restaurant was exquisite to say the least. Crystal chandeliers were hung everywhere and soft violin music rang in the room.
We were seated at a table in the middle. The waiter offered us champagne to which Jonathon thankfully rejected. Alcohol was something I despised.
"So, our first real date huh?"
"Who said it was a date?" I joked but the cogwheels in my head started moving. Was it an actual date? Were we dating?
Throughout my deep thinking process, I felt the strange sensation of being watched.
I looked around, only to find nothing. Everything seemed normal. I shook the feeling off, assuring myself I was only paranoid.
"What's wrong?" his blue eyes were clouded with worry.
"Nothing. Just looking to see if the waiter has our food yet," I lied with a smile. He nodded and started to observe the chandeliers above us. I, on the other hand, observed him.
His soft noir colored hair was tangled, but the rough look suited him. I could see his sapphire eyes darting around, scrutinizing the beautiful crystal lights. His jawline was prominent in the position his head was tilted in and his features were attractively sculpted. The light reflected on his face and I could see tiny follicles of hair on his chin.
"What ethnicity are you?" I was suddenly curious. His head snapped down to look at mine.
"My mother's Dutch and my father was Colombian."
The key word was "was".
"What happened to your father?" My eyes carefully scanned his face for any sign of discomfort, to which I found none.
"He died in the military when I was young. I rarely saw him so I don't remember much." He flashed me a smile.
"What do you know about him?" Jonathon tapped his fingers against the glass cup for a few seconds.
"His name was Richard Dennis and he died at age 36. I know his death affected my mother the most as she had loved him dearly. She mentioned him a few times. I remember she'd always tell us about how he told the funniest puns. Based on my mother's descriptions, I could safely assume he was extremely kindhearted. He sounded like a great father figure. Maybe if he was still alive, I wouldn't have been involved in back alley gangs," he said the last part quietly.
"You take after a lot of his qualities. In the end, you didn't need him to make the right choice for yourself right? You had your mother and sister for support also." I rested my hands next to his which were placed on the table.
"Yeah, I guess I did," he paused, "A lot has happened these past few years." I drew circles on his hand.
"Who would've known the person trying to kill me, would've been the same girl to knock me off my feet? Life really is strange, huh? But I'm glad you're a part of mine now."
I smiled at his ironic yet touching statement.
"Me too, Jonathon."
An accented voice interrupted our deep conversation.
"Hello sir, your medium rare steak is ready," a plate of sizzling seared meat was placed in front of Jonathon.
"Ma'm, your stuffed mushrooms are coming up," he flashed what seemed like a smile and left.
As the waiter's body left my vision, I spotted a familiar body in the distance.
Fong.
I squinted my eyes, making sure it wasn't a trick of my mind and sure enough, it wasn't.
He was headed towards the bathrooms but looked awfully suspicious.
"Hey, I'm going to go use the bathroom really quick," I noted at Jonathon who was stuffing his face with food. I grabbed my handbag, which I always carried an army knife in and cautiously walked to the bathroom.
The hallway was deathly silent with no sign of Fong. I started to investigate the notably shady area when I heard a voice behind me.
"We meet again, Vera."
I quickly pulled out my knife, but I was too late. I felt burly hands grab my arms and push my head up against the wall.
An unknown voice whispered into my ear. His rancid breath blowing onto my face.
"You're the key to Delirious."
I felt a hard punch to my head before darkness consumed me.
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i've already written out the next 4 chapters and i'm so excited for them
