Nicki and I were on the floor scrubbing Jays blood up when she decided to strike a conversation.
"You dated him?" She asked curiously as she squinted at me.
"Yeah why?" I furrowed my eyebrows and she rolled her eyes.
"He was ugly and seemed like he had a bad timper."
"Your one to talk." I retorted and she fake gasped.
"I'm not ugly."
"Nicki your gorgeous you just have a nasty attitude." She stopped cleankng and looked at me with a stale face.
"Oh so now your judging me."
"What Nicki no. I just mean that one minuet your happy, the next your sad, and then your pissed. I'm not used to dealing with someone who has made swings like you do. Are you pregnant?" I asked squinting my eyes.
"No and I never will be I'm into wemon you couldn't tell." She side eyed me and I rolled my eyes.
"I caught a vibe I just didn't bother to ask you."
"Anyways the reason my mood is so fucked up is cause I never had impulse control. I always act on how I feel without a second thought." She says and I nodded.
She dropped the sponge and took off her gloves.
"I wanna get out of this house you wanna come?" Nicki asked as she stood up I nodded.
She helped me off the floor and let me to another room.
"Pick a outfit out of here and meet me outside when your ready." She said and closed the door.
I got dressed quickly and waled outside pulling the hem of my skirt down some ot kepy riding up on me. I looked up and Nicki was smiling at me.
"You look good curly fry." She opened the door of her Black Mercedes for me.
"Thank you." I said and almost blushed.
I sighed when the door clicked closed. I can't with myself sometimes. She's so moody I can't be with a person like her. A person who hates my father. Who am I kidding if what she said is true then I hate my father too. If hes into human trafficing or whatever this is then I don't want to deal with him either. I furrowed my eyebrows.
I was brought back to reality with Nicki snapping in my face.
"We're here. You okay you look like your finna pass out?" She asked and took off her seatbelt.
"I'm fine."
She helped me out of the car and held her hand on my waust as we entered the resterant.
"Not that I think you will but just as a warning. You better act like ypu have sence in this restaurant cause if not I won't hes-"
"Hesitate to kill me. I know." I finished her sentence and she nodded at me.
I walked ahead of her and followed the host to our seat. It was a pretty dark restaurant I liked the vibe it gave me. Nicki ordered for me cause I didn't know what was on the menu. Once the waitress took our menues she stared at me and tilted her head. I furrowed my eyebrows at her.
"What?" I asked and she folded her elbows on the table.
"Tell me your story?"
"Will you finish telling me yours?" I retorted and crossed my arms just like her.
"Yes."
"Okay. Well after highschool I met Jay at my job. I used to be a cashier and he owned the watch store. One day I had to lock up and someone held a gun to my back demanding me to give them everything in the safe. Before I could open the doors back up Jay appered and knocked the guys lights out. He brought me back to my house and spent the night on my couch to make sure I was okay for the night. The next day he asked me out and we were dating ever since. I liked Jay but he was clingy and wanted to control me and my thoughts. I never told him I didn't want to be with him. So today when I got the chance that's why I said what I said other than it being what needed to be said." I explained.
"And now were here?"
"Correct."
"How old are you?"
"22 and you?"
"24."
"What's the rest of your story?" I asked and put my chin on my wrist as I leaned my head to the side.
She went to speak but closed her mouth as the waitress came back with our food. Once they left she sighed.
"So my mother started to abuse me and send other men on me. She would dress me up and send me to these mansions. There would be like 4 or 5 men in the room and they'd look me up and down. They would tell me to do things and I had to or one of them would beat me. Other times they'd beat me cause that's what they'd get off too. One day I got so fed up I killed one of them. He was just calling me a bunck of names like your worthless, or your never gonna be with anybody cause your ugly, and your nothing but a tool to be thrown around. We ended up fighting and in the end we were in the kitchen. I picked up a knife and just started to stab him repetadly until he died." She said as she picked up her knife and twirled it in her hands.
"That was the day I decided not to take shit from anyone. That was the day my abuse stopped. That was also the day my mother got killed. I'm guessing your fathers people got word of what I did and sent his goons on my mother. I changed my name dropped out of school and brought the mansion I killed that man in." She put the knife down and picked up her fork.
"So the house were in right now is well was his?" I asked as I took a sip of my water.
"Yes."
"How can y-"
"I think of it as me doing what I had to do to make it out alive. If I didn't do that I'd probebly still be in the business today." I nodded and took a bite of my pasta.
"What do you do today?" I asked and she stabbed her food woth her fork.
"I train assassins."
"Who do you guys go after?"
"People like your father."
"Have you ever done anyone innocent?"
"If they were innocent I sure as hell didn't know about it. I've done many men who were doing things to females and males that would scar people for life. To me thats justice not evil." She shrugged and I nodded.
"So your not horrible after all." I mittered and her eyes went wide.
"You though that about me?"
I nodded and put my fork down.
"I just thought that you killed people like you were sick in the head. I can't think that anymore because I've," I paused and looked at my plate. "killed people."
She reached her hand out to me and I took it.
"Look you can't get over it. It's always gonna eat at you you just have to accept it and say I did what I had to do. Simple." She said raising her eyebrows.
I nodded and sighed.
"Okay that might work."
