Assassin In Love | Ethan Dolan

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I walked into the bar and sat on a stool. While waiting, I asked for a Scotch and drank sips of it. I have very high tolerance for alcohol so I don't get drunk easily. Ten minutes past midnight and I still have not seen my target.

Eventually, I smelt a wift of this cologne. God I hate cologne. I winced at the smell and tried to ignore the pungent scent. You see, my father never wore cologne.

He wasn't the type to wear it. I had always looked up to my father until one day. Keep in mind that I was about 7 years old when this happened. He started to use cologne around the time when he started to argue with my mom. Eventually, I found out he was cheating!

Boy, was I disappointed and digusted. I saw him doing it with another women whom I thought was his collegue in his room when my mom was out of town for business! I was 7 for f*ck's sake.

I told my mom as soon as she came back. She instantly filed a divorce that month and it got finalised a year after. I never contacted my father ever since. Frankly, I don't know if he's alive or not. I couldn't be bothered by that just like how he couldn't be bothered by my mom's feelings and loyalty.

That changed my perspective of men. Regardless, I know that there are men who are nice and loyal; good guys in general do exist. Nonetheless, I would still make sure that no guy would fool me with their charm. Well, that was my story of why I hate cologne; pathetic, I know.

"Excuse me?" a voice said from behind my shoulder.

I turned around and saw him; my target! Sh*t, he wasn't supposed to see me. What do I do? F*ck, he's the one with the smelly ass cologne. Okay, breathe, just turn around and get the f*ck out!

"Yeah?" I said as I turned to face him.

I heard him slightly gasp. My palms began to sweat as I realised he was eyeing me head to toe. He wasn't supposed to see me, gosh. What do I do?  Then, I gathered the courage to start talking.

"You know, it's impolite to stare," I said, sarcastically. Hopefully, he bought it.

I got off the the stool and walked off, sashaying away to make him think that I'm playing hard to get. Thank goodness I walked away before he could say anything else. I hid in the toilet for a good five minutes before walking out to spy on him again.

I looked around casually to avoid being seen as suspicious by the public. I squinted over to the dance floor; nope. Then, I looked for the bar; bingo! Found him.

I took a few steps back from the bar to ensure that I won't be caught again. Thirty minutes passed and he is still drinking. I wonder if he's waiting for someone.

Suddenly, a person budged in through the entrance. People started to calm down and keep quiet. They were whispering and talking amongst themselves in low volumes. Must be some well-known douche...

The guy walked over to my target and shook hands. The people in the club were still whispering and eventually the duo became tired and annoyed of the silence.

"Will you assholes stop staring and whispering amongst yourselves?! Mind your own business, will you!" my target shouted.

"What are you looking at, b*tch?!" the other guy screamed.

Jerks. Poor lady. She was just looking over them.

After observing my target, I have found out that:
he has a hot temper;
he eyes almost every female that starts a conversation with him like he wants to eat them;
he works out at least five time a week;
he sells drugs and he has a twin.

I'm not entirely sure of the gender of his twin because he never mentioned during his conversation with the other jerk. It was around 2 am when they left the club and when I was finally allowed to go home and nap.

I usually sleep in the day and work in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes, I was allowed to work earlier and get the job done by midnight but I never complain since the job pays.

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I parked my motorcycle and headed to the stairwell. I climbed to the fourth level and walked to my apartment. I washed up, changed clothes and laid in bed.

I started to recall of my life before I became an assassin. Sure, it was simple and not complicated but it was boring. I dropped out of school in 10th grade and I am currently in an online school and I'm graduating in three month's time!

My parents won't be there because 1) my mom died of cancer and 2) I don't know where my father is. I won't be attending a real graduation anyway.

I looked at the ceiling and closed my eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. I dozed off ten minutes later and slept soundly.

A/n: hiii thank you so much for those that read and voted for this story in the previous chapter!! this is a longer chapter and im really sorry for not writing lately. i had exams and it was a stressful month. i still have exams this month... i dont know why but yea i hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, have a nice day!