"Ophelia"
"You know me?" I ask, the gun still pointed at his head
"Who wouldn't?" he says "Ophelia the infamous assassin, you should be working with us, not against us"
"With you?" I laugh, but it's a cold one "you're delusional, I don't murder the wealthy for the fun of it"
"Nor do we" he replies
"We?" I ask
"Classified information, Ophelia" he laughs weakly
"Classified, huh?" I reply to his lifeless body on the ground "I understand"
I need answers but I know he's unable to give me them. I walk down the empty ballroom, glass crunching underneath my heels, and see Charles waiting.
"Why are you still here?" I ask
"It's dangerous"
"You're here to protect me though" he says sweetly "aren't you?" and laughs
"You're not repelled by watching me kill someone" I reply half smiling "wow, that's a first"
His face turns serious suddenly
"I know you didn't kill him for fun" he says "it was necessary"
"Thanks" I mutter "better to be safe than sorry"
"Speaking of sorry" he says slowly and grins "I'm sorry I called you a babysitter, you can be much more than that if you'd like?"
I laugh "are you seriously flirting with me"
"What would you say if I said...yes?" he replies with a boyish smile
"I'd send someone to look at your head" I laugh "come on, let's go"
James is waiting for us outside, everyone else has left so we're the last to leave
"How was the dance?, Miss Ophelia" he asks
"Eventful" I reply "and for the last time, James, it's O-"
"-Ophelia" he says laughing "I know, I know"
I smile back, watching as the soft splashing water droplets hit the car windows as we drive onwards into the night.
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I'd kill for you
Romance"You and me? We're like fire and ice" Meet Ophelia, just another private assassin. She shoots to kill. This time her job is different, hired to protect the most powerful family in America's heir, the arrogant and yet incredibly good looking Mr Char...
