New story! Hope this one goes somewhere. Got the idea from this dance I did a few years back. Hope this story goes somewhere!
P.S. Rosalie if you're reading this a need to talk to you as soon as possible!
Assassin's Have More Fun... If It's The Right Job
Chapter 1
October 20, 2010
Mexico City, Mexico
I stretched out my slender aching legs, then crossed them. My neon purple bikini straps were poking out the sides of my white tank top straps and the rest of the tank top did nothing but show off the rest of the bikini top. The white shorts I was wearing had the same effect as the tank top. The booth I was sitting in was scratching against my skin as I took a sip from my Corona beer that sat in front of me.
While taking my last sip of the beer I decided to go to the bar to get another. With a sexy smile plastered on my face a strutted my way through the crowded bar. My eyes met and lingered across many men when someone gripped my wrist.
"Hello baby," a voice purred behind me. I twisted my head around to meet cold dark eyes. The eyes of a child abductor, molester, and murderer. A man who didn't deserve life in his eyes. The eyes of Aaron Sanchez.
"Why don't you come take a seat next to Papi?" he questioned as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
I smiled seductively and bent down to whisper in his ear, "I think I might enjoy that." His smile looked innocent as he tugged on my waist. My light brown hair covered half of my face as I sat on his lap.
"Carmen!" an angry shout erupted up over all the talk going on. Surprised at the voice and tone I shot up off the mans lap. His hands continued to grip my waist as I stood. "Who's this man?" he said again angrily.
"Uhhh..." I stuttered dumbly.
"Who's this?" Aaron said to me with a glare.
"Her boyfriend," Colton growled as he gripped my wrist with strength.
"Well, evidently she wants me and not you," Aaron said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, protecting his prey, aka me.
"I'm not losin' this one without a fight," Colton said as he continued to grip my wrist. "Let's get his over with." Colton placed his hands on Aaron and shoved him backwards out of the door. Two big men followed behind us, Aaron's personal bodyguard and his number two, Jorge Sanchez. We entered a dark alley and Aaron was the first one to throw a punch.
For a few moments Colton played helpless and got beaten to a pulp. And I played the screaming, consoling girlfriend.
Aaron threw a left hook and caught him in the gut. He bent over in fake pain and when Aaron was about to finish it with a knee to the face, when Colton straightened and ripped the concealed gun from his back. Immediately everything went into play.
Aaron's bodyguard moved to grab his gun and Jorge moved to do the same. Before Jorge could think my arms were around his head and with a loud cracking sound his head basically fell off. A gunshot rang through the alley and Aaron's bodyguard fell limp and dead to the ground. Aaron was the last one standing, but not for long. This gunshot wasn't though, for Colton was smart and had a silencer attached to his handgun.
"What took you so long?" Riley asked in an annoyed tone as he hopped down from the escape platform he'd been positioned on.
"We had to make it look real," Colton said with a shrug as he stuck the gun in the lower back of his pants and threw his shirt over it.
"Well next time, I you get to be positioned outside," he humphed as he also reconcealed his gun the same way as Colton.
"No way little bro, I'll never get stationed outside. That's your job."
