Assassin In Love | Ethan Dolan

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Rose's POV

I started to feel dizzy as my eyes started to droop.

I heard soft whispers.

"E, we need to find the documents."

"I know dumbass, that's why we're here."

"I can't find any."

"Neither can I"

"Alright, I think we should leave before-"

The front door busted open. Ryder was standing with his gun pointed towards Eugene and Griffin. He saw me under the desk and shot me a concerned look. I nodded my head to reassure him that I was fine.

"You guys are aware that you're not allowed in the building, right?" Ryder voiced.

"Uh-uhm yea. We were just lost," Eugene said.

"Bullsh*t, all the doors were locked. How did you guys get in?"

I quickly rolled from under the desk and crawled to the other side of the office to place them at gun point. This ensures that they won't be able to flee if anything happens.

On my crawling journey there, I spotted Autumn covering for Ryder and Louis stepping in to cover for me.

"You're Ethan and Grayson Dolan, right?" Ryder caught on.

"No, I'm Eugene Alfonsi and he's Griffin Alfonsi,"  Eugene replied.

"Cut the act, Dolan!" Ryder yelled.

I finally reached to their backs with my arms extended, equipped.

"Put your hands up where I can see them," I demanded.

They slowly brought their arms but Eugene's right hand slowly inched towards his back pocket. Luckily, I spotted his sneaky act of retrieving his gun.

"Ethan, hands up!"

He rolled his eyes and reluctantly put both his hands above his head just like his brother.

"Turn around slowly," Ryder commanded.

They followed his instructions and Ryder and Louis began to handcuff them.

"Bring them to the cells," I ordered.

Louis and Ryder nodded their heads and dragged the two men away. My heartbeats start to stabilise once Eugene and Griffin had left the room. Boss came in a few minutes after to discuss some last minute changes with me.

We were not going to give them food or water for 48 hours. This will hopefully give them time to reconsider options to either give us information or keep quiet.

I was ordered to question them but I had backup  a few feet away just in case anything happens. Our targets aren't usually as brave to walk into their death trap.

I don't even understand why we have to question them when we already have solid evidence against them. I could have just pulled the trigger, right there and then.

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- 2  d a y s  l a t e r -

I woke up to the sound of my ringing alarm. I didn't bother to shower since I was going to get dirty today. I put on a black halter crop top and black high waisted jeans.

I ate some cereal to sustain myself for the day. I grabbed my black leathers and headed out to the parking lot where I parked my bike.

As I approached my darling motorbike, I found a note stuck to my ignition hole. Curious, I opened the white piece of paper.

It states:
Dear Rose Manchester,
we knew it was you,
who kidnapped our sons,
that were out to kill you.

luckily you got to them first,
otherwise it would be your doom,
beware of their actions,
or you'll be wiped out soon.

"Hm, a poem? Weird," I thought to myself.

Was it written by Lawrence or the twins' father? Who was the writer referring to 'we'?

I shrugged it off and swung my right leg over my seat. I kicked the kickstand up and placed my key in the ignition. I drove out from the parking lot and went through security.

After a few minutes of driving through the streets of New York City, I finally arrived at the headquaters. I had to quickly write a report about what happened yesterday and acquire further details from Ryder, Louis or Autumn.

I sat on my desk and began typing out my report. I thought of what I should say when I question them later in the day numerous times for the past two days. I asked Louis and Ryder about what they heard before I sounded the alarm.

Everything was perfectly fine besides the fact that they were constantly looking for me to listen to the assassins' speech. After two hours of report writing gathering information, I head down to the basement.

The cells under our office were rumored to be one of the worst cells to be in because we tend to just kill our targets there and then. We would burn their bodies and collect their ashes in a box that we would place in the back of the basement. We couldn't be bothered to dispose their ashes properly.

I head to the cells and walked through a hallway that led to the brothers' cell. I told Ryder to put them in one cell because it would be easier to kill them.

I was wearing Vans and it made shuffling sounds on the concrete ground as I walked through the dim lit hallway.

As I finally reached to the front of their cell, I saw a rat run from their cell to the empty cell that was opposite of theirs. I stop dead in my tracks to create an intimidating effect on them. I took a step forward and put on my best smirk.

"Well, well. Look who we have here," I said while smirking.

"Darnella, I knew there was something fishy about you the moment we met," Eugene replied.

"And you should've trusted your gut, Ethan." I shook my head.

"Grayson, you look drained," I continued.

"No shit, sherlock. We weren't given food, how do you expect my body to react?" Griffin answered.

"Well, that's the point. You want food, don't you?" I proposed.

Silence.

"TALK!" I yelled.

"Never in a million years, scumbag!" Eugene bellowed.

"Would you rather die?" I whispered.

"To be honest, you made my job simpler when you set foot into this territory. I had to dig information about you and your brother's background for the last month. It wasn't a complex task to do but let me give you a little advice, don't underestimate anyone. Today, I received a note on my bike."

I threw the note into their cells. They took a few seconds to read the note and their eyebrows scrunched towards the centre of their forehead.

"Who gave you this?" Griffin said while holding onto the little piece of paper.

"There were no clues given to confirm the identity of the writer. What I do know is that the writer might be someone you know. Anyway, that is not the reason I came down today. Tell me why, you put the chemicals in the drugs you sell Grayson. Maybe I can spare your life if you answer me, time is ticking." I fired my gun towards the ceiling.

a/n: hi! i hope you enjoyed this chapter. idk if this chapter was interesting lmao, mind letting me know in the comments? have a great day!!