Lucy

Chapter 2

Hayden looks at me, confusion and horror written clear as day on his face. He walks towards me, and now I'm probably wearing the same expression that he is.

"Hayden," I begin to warn but he cuts me off.

"Is he dead?" When I stay silent, he says, "Damn it, Blue. Is he dead?" I nod. "Shit. Uh, alright, um, what do we do?"

"I burn the body and you keep quiet about tonight," I explain. He looked like he wanted to say something else, so I sighed. "Look, we'll go back to my studio and I'll explain everything, just let me take care of this. Okay?" He looks like he wants to say no but reluctantly nods. "Okay. Good."

I burn the body and leave it in the ally and then run to my studio. Halfway through our run, I take off my heels and tell Hayden to follow me up the ladder to a building a few away from mine. When we reach the edge of the building, I prepare myself for the jump. Obviously Hayden notices my position and clamps his large hand on my thin arm to stop me. "What?" I ask, confused by how the golden boy couldn't jump six feet across. He gives me an apprehensive look. "Oh, for God's sake, hold my hand and don't look down, pretty boy." I jump across with Hayden in tow and land with a thud.

"Whoo!" he says in triumph. When I tell him that we had to do that two more times, his smile faltered and I snorted. Once we had jumped onto my building, I led us to the fire escape and we entered through my neighbors' bedroom window. They were, once again, getting very intimate. And, once again, they freeze.

"Come on guys, you should be used to this by now," I say with a smirk before laughing and grabbing Hayden's hand, rushing to my apartment. Once we're inside I strip of my skin-tight dress. Hayden looks away. "Really, it's nothing that you haven't seen before, just on a different person. Can you hand me my pants?" I say, pointing to the sleep shorts on my bed.

I walk into my bathroom and I grab my first-aid kit. I look at my reflection. My lip is busted and bleeding pretty badly and there's a cut in the side of my forehead, and since my shirt was off I got a clear view of my bruised abdomen. Ouch.

I walk back out to the main area and see Hayden holding my pants and walking around the studio. He stops at the brick wall adorned with art. My art. I whistle to get his attention and he turns to me like he had forgotten I was here, and he throws my shorts at me. I catch them and slip them on while walking over to the full length mirror on the wall. I take an alcohol wipe and clean my busted lip and the cut on the side of my forehead.

Once I have my face cleaned up I look at my abdomen and cringe. I finish my evaluation and walk to my small wrack of clothing and grab a tee shirt. I see Hayden staring curiously at the scars on my back. I clench my jaw and but my shirt on. I sit on the bed. "You might want to sit down," I say and he does. "Okay, now ask your questions."

"Um, okay. Who was that guy?"

"That was Dimitri Belikov. He was apart of the Russian mafia. A mobster. He liked his escorts, so I just pretended to be one," I explained. That was an easy question, but I knew he would ask the ones I dreaded to answer.

"Okay, why did you kill him?"

"It's apart of my job description. I'm a hit woman. That call I made on your phone earlier? It was to my employers. They left me a letter outside of town that told me who he was, what he looked like, and where to find him. "

"Wait, does that mean that I'm in danger?" he gets off of the bed like I just held a gun up to his chest. I laugh and he looked horrified.

"No, you're not part of some family mob, right?" He shakes his head with the same look on his face. "Yeah, didn't think so. Are you apart of a filthy rich family?" He shakes his head again. "Then you are perfectly safe. What else do you want to know?"