Palms sweating, heart pumping, adrenaline racing. Nothing scared Ross Lynch more than his boss, whose office he was currently waiting in. He was nervous, no doubt. The tremors in his long legs were constant. Ross repositioned himself in his chair, trying not to look like a freaking hot mess. He reminded himself several times to breath, it sort of helped.
That was until he heard the door unlatch from behind him, causing him to slouch slightly. Hadn't he realized he'd stopped breathing? He cursed his legs mentally for giving up on him in such an essential moment. Silence filled the room, he was sure as hell the only sound filling the room was his rapidly beating heart that would stop any second.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut, causing the blond to jolt up from his seat, sitting perfectly straight. Both his fists firmly grasped the arms of his chair. He didn't dare look up. Not yet, that is. The air became thick as his chest began to tighten. Oh, just perfect....he's fucking smoking while the door is closed. Might I add, in a small room?
Who is he to complain, though? He may have smoked up a storm from time to time, but he wasn't an addict. After this experience, he might as well quit while he's ahead. Ross fought the urge to cough and inhale the disgusting air as tears began to form under his eyes.
'Just a little longer' he thought. Just then, he heard footsteps from behind him. He knew who it was. The man stood motionless, exhaling the dirty chemicals from his lungs, into the air that Ross desperately needed. "Let it out, boy, you'll live." Well, isn't that debatable? Finally, Ross let it all out as a firm slap on the back was earned from the man.
Warm tears slid down Ross' perfect cheeks as his cough slowly died down. His nostrils inhaled the most precious of things on this damn earth. Then he slowly exhaled as a weak smile crept upon his lips. "Now then," the man said in his deep voice, but he sure sounded like business.
Ross saw the man's fingertips slowly caress the side of his chair as he then retracted from the leathery touch. The blond politely waited for the man to say something, anything, as he clasped his fingers together on the wooden desk in front of him. "Why so fraught, boy?" The man questioned. Ross seemed to be taken back, earning a chuckle from the man. "Sir-" Ross began.
"Call me Mr. Jones. Axel Jones." Ross chuckled, nervously. "Okay...Mr. Jones, I just want to know why you called me in here. Am I in trouble?" Roaring laughter filled the room as Ross shifted in his seat. Definitely not what he was expecting. "I'm sorry, what's so funny?" Ross interrupted. After the laughter died down, Mr. Jones looked Ross deep in the eye and said, "You, my boy. You are."
Ross was completely dumbfounded, more lost than ever. "I'm sorry, you lost me, sir." He sure wasn't kidding. "Never mind, Mr. Lynch. Let me explain to you why you're really here." Mr. Jones said excitedly.
'That would be great...'
"Mr. Lynch, how would you like a promotion?" Mr. Jones beamed. Ross' eyes shot open. "A w-what?" Mr. Jones chuckled. "That's right, a promotion. You complete this task and I will double, maybe even triple the amount of pay I give you. How does that sound?" Mr. Jones questioned in a smug tone.
Ross looked aghast. "Are you being serious?!" Mr. Jones gave him a simple nod in response. Then a sudden feeling of anxiety rushed through him. What's the catch? "Here's the deal, you capture a young lady named Laura Marano, not necessarily kill her, but lure her in. You know, get close to her. You're good at that." Mr. Jones added.
Mr. Jones handed him a file that held every single piece of information about this girl. He opened it to see a picture of a beautiful young girl with a great visage, if he had to be honest. She had to be around his age.
The blond nodded to signal him to continue onward. "I need you to bring her to me. Alive." Woah. Alive? As in, not kill her? "What for?" Ross blurted out. "I'm sorry Mr. Lynch, but that is classified information." Something wasn't right. "This was just an offer, Mr. Lynch. I won't-"
"I'll do it!" Ross exclaimed. "Are you sure?" Mr. Jones questioned. The blond nodded reassuringly. "Yes, sir." Mr. Jones smiled. "This is the most important task you will have to accomplish, do you understand?"
Ross extended his arm to Mr. Jones. Accepting his hand with a firm grip and shake, Mr. Jones said, "pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Lynch. Good luck to you. Keep me updated." Ross nodded with his million dollar smile. "I will, sir."
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The Hit-man (Raura)
Fanfiction[COMPLETE] After realizing that Ross' family had cut him off for his change in behavior and attitude, he was out of luck and on his own. Years later, he joins the Federal Assassin Agency and gets paid for every victim he takes down. But one day, his...
