Assassin with a Heart//Camren//

Chapter 13

Lauren's eyes focused intensely on a man talking quite aggressively to a women in grey. The women looked very weak and half starved while the man stood broad and buff. This wasn't necessarily an assigned mission usually when Lauren wants to do something on her own besides going to see Dinah or her stripper Normani she scouts the Hood. Yes obviously people besides the Hansen's, Greg's Place, and Normani know Lauren is Jauregui's assassin she basically runs the whole Hood.

Jauregui's are the dominate mafia and coming across any of them could be a game over for you if you make the wrong move. Sure they may not go out as much, but hell when they do it's best to stay indoors. Lauren likes the idea of keeping "her" Hood in check. Making sure nothing too crazy that could effect things gravely happens.

Back to Lauren watching the man shouting in the women's face. She can't help but feel her jaw tighten and she sees how helpless the women looks. Normally Lauren shouldn't care since she was trained to be ruthless, but there's that damn soft part of her heart where it's telling her to help the women. Lauren hates her soft spot, even if she developed it somehow on her own, she can't help but feel weak with it.

No matter how many times she beaten herself up to get rid of it she just can't. Which led her to covering everything expect her eyes with her bandana, aim her knife, throwing it at a fast speed, and having it lodge straight through the man's head. The man's blood poured as he lifeless body fell to the ground. Seeing this triggered the adrenaline to pump through Lauren's veins and have her eyes glow of green and red as she witnessed the blood.

Lauren jumped from the flight of stairs she was hidden upon and landed a few feet away from the women. Lauren couldn't recognize the women from any of the other mafia groups that thrived around then she realized that the women had a chain on her hand which meant she was a hostage.

"Well shit.", Lauren thought.

This women was a Regular. How sad.

The women in grey stared at Lauren in complete fright as Lauren slowly walked up to her. She grabbed the women's arm roughly and broke the chain with her bare hands.

"There you're free. You better leave before any of the other rats find you. Don't come back here again.", Lauren said in a strict tone.

She turned away from the women and retrieved her knife that lodged itself in the wall.

"T-Thank you for saving me.", The women weakly said.

"Look I'm no fucking neighborly hero. I'm just as bad as everyone else here in the place. Now will you just leave?", Lauren growled.

With that the women ran off out of the Hood and back to where she belonged with the rest of the Regulars.

"What do we have here? The infamous Angel of Blood? Huh never thought I see you again.", Lauren cringed as she heard the voice of Irene.

Lauren turns around to face her "Do we know each other?"

"Well last time I remember you were invading Jauregui's pick up as was I. Seems a little far from home don't ya think?", Irene tilts her head and smirked.

"Why are you talking to me?", Lauren asked.

"What I can't have a conversation with you? Are you too cool to be spoken to with your red and black latex hoodie, skulls with crowns bandana, intimidating green eyes, and ripped black jeans?", Irene said as she scanned my body.

"I didn't say that at all, but you seem interested to talk to me considering we've "met" before. So why? What do you want?", Lauren asked as she kept her knife close.

"Oh I just wanted to ask you a question that's all.", Irene said.

"And what's that?", Lauren questioned.

"You know rumor goes around that you're secretly part of the Jauregui's. Which honestly I wouldn't be surprised when you're one of the most wanted right now and with them being basically a fucking empire of everyone, but is it true? Or are you really just on your own?", Irene asked.

"I work alone. Mafias wouldn't necessarily have assassins unless that's what I've witnessed. I've haven't come across someone else with my occupation.", Lauren lied.

"Well consider working with my mafia then.", Irene said as she stepped closer to Lauren.

"You're mafia?", Lauren said as she tried to stiffle a laugh.

"You're mafia is a pathetic excuse for a group", Lauren thought.

"Mhm we're actually in the process of an alliance with a another group to become one. To become bigger and better. We could use someone like you. Plus you seem like you could use someone. We have plenty of guys.. or girls... whatever your taste is.", Irene bit her bottom lip.

"You referring to yourself here?", Lauren asked as she stared down at Irene who was quite close to her.

"Oh no I'm in fact engaged, but we have plenty of other options.", Irene said as she handed a paper to Lauren.
"Think about it. Give me a call."

With that Irene patted Lauren's shoulder and disappeared to the shadows. Lauren started to chuckle as she ripped the paper with Irene's number on it. How pathetic. Lauren wouldn't go with the group even if she wasn't the future mafia leader of the Jauregui's.

But with the information that the Mendoza's are making a move for an alliance with another group she would have to investigate some more and let her father know. Now it would be impossible that the two groups joining together as one aren't big groups, but they could never be to sure. It was always safe to double check.

Lauren pulled out her phone and dialed her father's number.

"Hello?", Lauren's father picked up.

"I'm on my way home. Is your schedule busy?", Lauren asked as she walked to an ally between two buildings.

"No my angel is everything alright?", Mike asked.

"Well I just gathered some information and I'm sure you'd like to hear.", Lauren said.

"What does it have to do with?", Mike questioned.

"It has to with a possible alliance between two mafia groups. One the groups is the Mendoza's.", Lauren said quietly as she saw a few gangsters strutting about.

"Hmm with tat group any shit could happen... shall we discuss more when you return in my office?", Mike proposed.

"We shall.", Lauren agreed.

"Very well. Think you make it here in ten?", Mike asked.

Lauren smirked "Make it three."