His Assassin

Chapter 5: A Name

Vixen

"Man, I thought you were fast enough before training. I didn't think you needed to get any faster." Veronica panted after several practice fights.

"It's good you notice a difference. This hunt is taking longer than I wanted it to." I smiled, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

Veronica and Jason have been helping me get stronger and faster for the past two weeks. I haven't attempted assassination on Jesse since the sniper incident which was also two weeks ago.

Tonight, I plan on trying again, but a bit more up close. I'll try to take him down with my obsidian blades that I've been dying to use.

"Tonight's the night, right?" She asked.

"For Jesse? Yea, 2nd attempt."

"I hope all goes well. If he puts his hands on you, cut them off."

"Definitely, thanks." I chuckled.

I know, I said information about hunts would stay confidential between me and my client...but Veronica's my best friend, what did you expect?

Looking towards my building's gym entrance, Jason came in for my strength training.

"Oof, your man is here, I'll be on my way." Veronica giggled as she gathered her belongings.

"He's not my man," I sighed, "I'll talk to you later."

"Let me know how it goes." She waved goodbye.

I nodded, drank some water, and went to meet Jason at a pull-up bar to start with my arms.

"Hey, Vixen!" He greeted me with his prince charming smile.

"Arms now, let's get this done." I jumped and got a hold of the pull-up bar.

Jason put ankle weights on me and started his timer of 1 minute and 30 seconds. I pulled myself up as many times as I could, and since training started, the number has only increased.

My arms used to burn and become sore after 20, now I can go up to 80 without them burning.

Jason's timer went off, "92! That's 7 more than last time, good job."

"Awesome," I hopped down, "how long am I trying to hold a squat today?"

"A minute," Jason answered.

We went to the weights where I put 50 pounds on my shoulders. Jason was behind me in case I couldn't hold the weight anymore, or if my legs give out.

"Down, hold." He said when the timer started.

It was like I could feel my legs turn into iron once I was in a squat. I can't wait to use them in combat!

I looked up at the mirror in front of me to see my legs and arms, noticing how they appear more defined. And I also noticed something else...

"You know, you could be a little more subtle when looking at my ass," I grunted.

"Sorry, I miss it." He smirked at me in the mirror.

"Calm yourself." I rolled my eyes.

"Can we maybe have some fun after this?"

"I'll think about it."

His hands slithered from my butt to my thighs, "please wrap your legs around my waist."

"Jason, so help me God, I will kick you in the face if you mess up my squat."

"With those godly feet? I'd be honored."

"You're so weird." I laughed, still keeping my squat form.