Management for Assassins

1. Pain with shame

Hey everybody, this is my first book so please go easy. I'll post a few chapters and if I get good results from people, I'll continue this story. This story is not like those current assassins we all know. This is a teenage undercover version. Yes there's action in this but mostly drama that hopefully you will all like. Please enjoy...

PAIN WITH SHAME

Rya's POV

Finally. Four years. Four longest years of my life.

Even since I was 12 and Bray was 13, we lost our parents in a accident.

We immediately became orphans. Grandparents, both sides are gone, none of our parents has siblings . . . or social life. But before we were taken away to an orphanage, some people in suits found us first and took us to this secret dojo in the middle of nowhere. Can't tell you guys where. Not my business to tell.

There, we trained and learned how to protect ourselves when we're at a situation. I took this opportunity because my life's been hard. I'm not going to sit helplessly anymore when I'm counting on Bray to stand up for me.

The dojo has been such a great help. The only thing we have to do for them in return is to do secret missions for them.

Like last year, I was in a mission to find a cheap drug dealer at a strip-club. Eh, I've been through worst.

I made myself look innocent. And hot. I'm wearing a black strapless dress that hugs my body to give me amazing curves. It ends at least a few inches below my waist. It's like this because I rolled it up a bit and sew it. My hair is brown straight with some volume and with curls at the tips of my hair. I walked right passed him shaking my butt to grab attention from him. He has a red-mouhawk hair style. He's wearing a black motorcycle jacket, a white v-neck t-shirt with dark blue jeans and boots. Man he's ugly. Why did I agree to do this. Oh yeah, because Bray said he was hot!

My slutty action worked. I pretended to look back, and reacted fast into an alley. I lured him, when he thought he lured me. Still pretending to run away, I slowed down, acting like my heels is doing no favours for me. I mastered running in heels. But in this case . . .

He grabbed my hand and slammed me into the wall as hard as he could. Oh c'mon, Henry can strike harder than that.

Oh, Henry's my knife. He's under my dress right now. I left his wife, Rera, on my bed. I don't need both to do this job. Anyways back to the story . . .

-scray music plays-

Oh no, a innocent girl is about to get raped. He placed his hands on my hips. His face close with mine. God, I can smell alcohol and cigarette ashes. He breathes heavily, hungry for my saliva . . . and probably skin. I shivered at that thought. He drooled over me. Ew. I can't believe I had to enjoy this moment.

Then, he grabbed my ass. Oh no he didn't. He harshly placed my leg around his waist. But I got him right where I wanted him. Nobody is around to witness this. He's thinking the same thing. Before he knew it, I sliced across his chest twice and stabbed behind him, just in one click.

He was still looking right at me but in shock. I smirked at his face.

Blood dripped from his mouth, staining his dirty clothes and . . . MY DRESS!!! I wasted $500 worth of this dress. I waited at a shop for 5 hours to get this dress. It was my favourite.

That's it! When I'm in hell with him, I'm gonna kill him again.

He fell towards my feet.

Ha. No one suspects a young girl to be so dangerous.