The Bad Boy Is An Assassin #Wattys2014

Chapter 5: The Party

Authors Note - Hi guys, sorry about the long wait but I did this on my phone and I kept getting writers block so I couldn't update. I've changed some of the characters to ones that I think better suit their personalities and appearances. COMMENTS AND VOTES ARE APPRECIATED :D

SPOILER ALERT - The next two chapters will include an attack and a kidnapping as Alex and the Assassin finally meet.

The picture on the side or at the top (depending on how your reading this) is of Alex Storm and what she was wearing

x LOVE LAS x

Alex Storm

January 27th, 2014

I stood in front of the mirror with Lacey as we both stared at our appearances in shock.

"Oh mother of all things holy!" A burst of laughter comes out but I nod agreeing with her

"Shite, I know. We look good" I grin at her reflection when she stares at me in disbelief

"Good? Good?! We look straight up sexy not to mention hot as hell!" She rants. One thing you should know is that you should never and I mean never bring down her 'sexiness' as she puts it.

Shaking my head to clear away the thoughts I realise that I haven't replied to her yet

"Fine we might look hot as hell"

"Don't forget straight up sexy" laughing at her antics I silently agree with her as I study our appearances.

I'm wearing gold skinny jeans and a white long sleeved top that has an intricate floral pattern across the back with old hoop earings white converse and my hair over my shoulder styled in a simple braid...

Lacey is wearing a beige sparkly sleeveless skin tight dress that ends 3 inches above her knee along with nude heels. She's also straightened her hair and applied bright red lipstick to her lips.

I shake my head knowing that she's not going to be going home alone tonight.

We leave the house then walk the mile to the gangleaders 'Ryder's' house for the party.

When we arrive at the party it's 11:29 and in full swing.

The house is huge with 3 floors an outdoor pool, basement, attic and garage also there's a large garden all around the house that stretches for a kilometer. The third floor and attic are off limits but everything else is ok to enter.

Straight away Lacey picks up a guy then heads off to the dance floor sending me a wink in the process. Shaking my head I sigh. Of course I'm left on my own with my overly active mind.

I dodge drunken people and groping hands before finally bursting through the kitchen doors where the music is muffled and the lighting is brighter. The kitchen is huge and the counter leading into the private part of the kitchen has been turned into a bar.

Two of the gang members are bartending and being swamped with orders. Without a second thought I slide over the counter at the far end and start helping them. They give me grateful looks when they see who it is.

This ain't my first time helping out at one of their parties.

"Hello sweetheart" A drunken man with greasey black hair and yellow teeth around 20 slurrs at me whilst his lust filled gaze travells over every inch of my body.

Swallowing down the bile I feel in my throat my eyes connect with his hand which has a picture of a broken chain on it. Can you guess the name. That's write the gangs name is 'broken chain'. Don't ask me why because for one I don't know and two I don't care.