Baddest Bitch book#1

Ch.3

Raven's POV

It's been a good hour since he started on my design, Bom wasn't kidding when she said he knew how to take the mind of the task at hand. I had totally forgotten what he was doing when we started a conversation.

He told me how my brother came to him for his very first tattoo, and how Ryan was about to pass out halfway through.

"You seem to be stronger then what people say." he reasoned with the earlier comment I had made, I said I've never been in a fist fight and that I'm probably to weak for one anyways.

"Yeah okay, but I can tell you I can win one hell of a verbal fight."

We both laughed as he sat up and wiped the pervious spit he was working in. He smiled down at the piece, then looked back up at me.

"You're finished shorty." he checked as I looked down at the new ink that concealed my skin. I could see the emotion that it held when I first drew it, the pain of losing my hero who had saved me from death.

I smiled, but it was full of pain, and Jerry seemed to take notice in the emotional smile.

"I'm sorry for whatever had happened.," he spoke in a gentle voice, "when I started the piece I could see the emotion and pain of the history behind it."

I looked him in his brown orbs as what he was saying seemed to be the truth.

"I don't even know who I am anymore.," I sighed and slowly climbed out of the chair, "anyways thank you so much for doing this."

He gave a smile before saying your welcome. I left the small little room and down the short Hall before appearing in front of the girls with a bandage up arm. After a couple of minutes of me standing there they finally looked up with eagerness.

"Wait at least two days before taking the wrap off, but definitely change the wrap every 2 hours." Jerry said from behind the counter, Bom smiled at him and waved off the fact she was going to get a tat. Telling him maybe later.

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We made it back to the palace, all of us worn out. We carried the bags in and plopped them down at the door, a maid came and pick them up. Taking them to who knows where.

Beast came running up to us wagging his black tail and panting. It looked like he was smiling as he whined for our attention. I kneeled down and smiled as I played with my pup, he would run towards a doorway then come right back with more excitement. Soon though his little legs couldn't keep running, so he laid down, looking at me as if he wanted to be picked up.

I cradled the pup in my arms before sitting in the same red velvet chair I was in before we left, Beast fell asleep easily. Lucky for him, I probably won't get any for sometime.

"So Ryan said something about 'training'. What did he mean?" I asked CL curiously, she looked up and a smirk played across her perfect features.

"You see Mercy isn't just hiding from the world, we go on.. Missions I guess you could call them.," she paused and looked at the glass table which displayed weapons under the thick sheet of glass. Two Katanas laid side-by-side, two hand guns in the corner, a Sythe it looked small but maybe it extends...?... Two large butterfly knives and two sias. Ninja stars seemed to be placed around each weapon. It was odd, why out in the open?

"We kill bad people.," CL continued, "whether it's black market selling girls, to people who murder the innocent... We also protect whoever we are assigned to."

"Kind of like body guards?"

She nodded, then looked at the doorway as if she was expecting someone to come through.

"Us girls all went through hell, Ryan helped us. He showed us what we know, and now... We shall do the sane for you.," she smiled, "we are taking you under our wing. I will teach you how to fight in hand and hand combat, Sandara will do lessons with you, Bom will help you with designing and building of new weapons, and Minzy will teach you how to stay calm in situations when anger only feels like that's all you need."

I nodded as I took in what she was saying. So I'm being trained to be an assassin? Teaching me their ways to protect and honor who I am and who I've become.

"Here, I'll show you your room." Sandara smiled. I stood and followed her gracious movements up a another spiral staircase. Down a long hall and into a large bedroom.

It was burgundy, black, white, and gold. Matching the rest of the theme of the house... Or palace... Whatever they call it. I walked in further and laid across the large bed thinking, but I could never bring myself to sleep.

???'s POV

The show was finally over, I walked back stage with the other 6 boys. Ignore the screaming and crying of the fangirls, I wiped my sweat from my forehead and sat down with a bottle of water.

"I'm exhausted." Yoongi hyung whined as he curled up into the chair he sat in.

"When are you not?" Jin hyung laughed out, earning a glare from the younger male.

I took my phone out, scrolling through Instagram still panting from the show, that's when I see everyone's freak out on my feed.

"Guys?" I asked, earning everyone's attention, "there's something you guys need to read."

"Read it out loud then, my phone is dead." Hobi hyung said sitting next to me.

"Park Jimin needs to watch his back, I will not hesitate to pull out my trusty 9mil and shot him square between his slanted Asian eyes. I'm tired of him getting in my way. So watch out Bangtan Boys." my eyes widened as I stared at Jimin, which went pale.

"Taehyung, call them. Now."

Taehyung nodded and dialed the number of the only people you can really do their job right.

The phone rang 2 before someone answered.

"Hello?" CL's voice rang out, she sound as though we had just woken her up.

"We have a problem."

"Oh boy. When will you be here?"

"In the morning." his deep voice said laced in concern for our Jimin.

"See you then."

BEEP

Call was over.

Raven's POV

I heard voice speaking from in the room next to me, talking about... A mission...?

"She's not trained yet." one voice argued.

"Start training in the morning."