ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ|| jachary a.u.

ʜᴇ's ᴇᴀsʏ

He gets in the club, lips glossed, hair done to perfection, clothes that make his slightly curved body stand out and a walk that makes everyone drool.

It's safe to say all eyes are on him.

He sits down and sticks his ass slightly, trying to catch the attention of a certain someone.

"Two drinks for me and this pretty little thing." The man asks. "What's an angel like you doing here alone?" He smirks. He caught his eye.

He turns to the side and smirks.

"Oh you know, trying to find someone that can handle me." He says in a velvety voice as he crosses his leg.

"Never met a twink so brave like you. The name's Chris, Chris Salvatore." The man stretches his hand out.

"Max, Max Cruz." The man kisses his hand. "Such a gentleman you are Chris."

"Only the best for an angel like you." The man flirts.

"Now now, you're making me blush already." He giggles.

"Has anyone told you you're beautiful?" Chris touches his thigh.

"A few people, yeah, why that question handsome?" He plays dumb. Men like him, love that.

"I wanted to make sure you knew your worth." He bites his lip and starts trailing up his arm.

"Maybe if you showed me how beautiful I am, I'd believe you." No way he's this easy.

"Oh angel, I'll make you believe you're perfect even." The man grabs his thigh."Wanna go somewhere more quiet?" He whispers in his ear.

"Thought you never asked." The seductor giggles.

They walk to the alley, where no one was.

Chris pinned him against the wall and started kissing his neck, earning fake moans from the brunette.

He discreetly takes out the knife from his back pocket and tugs on the man's hair, pulling him to his lips, their breaths hovering over each other.

"Oh Chris, hasn't your mom told you to never trust a pretty boy?"

"Wha-" he stabs his stomach with a smirk.

He twists the knife.

"You bitch." The man breathes out.

"Was called worse." He slits his throat and sees the man bleed out right in front of him.

He then carves his brand onto his forehead. An arrow and a heart.

He waits a bit to make sure the man is dead and struts away with a smirk on his face.

The killer gets in the car that was waiting for him and leans against the seat.

"That's a new record Zachy!" The woman drives away.

"He was easy. Just a bit of sweet talk and I had him wrapped around my finger."

"Really? No way, you have a way with people and words that...I simply don't understand." Zach wipes the lip gloss from his lips and the blood from the knife.

"Chrissy, don't be a fool, men like their bitches dumb, you just need to play dumb but be smart at the same time."

"Yeah, still not getting it." She shakes her head.

"It's a very abstract art...but I couldn't do it alone. I need my brains with me." He smiles.

"I'm your partner in crime fool."

"And my favorite one too. I couldn't do this without you, you know that right?"

"I do, I do..." She stop on a red light. "We have a meeting tomorrow."

"With who?"

"Leader of the Arcadia Lions."

"Arcadia Lions? What kinda name is that?" Zach laughs.

"Name of one of the best damn gangs of America." The light turns green and Christina speeds to their place.

"Chrissy, Hell's Angels, Saphire Demons and West Coasters are the best damn gangs. I never heard of the Lions."

"I thought you'd say that." She throws him a folder. "Read that, they're dangerous love."

Zach opens the folder and reads.

"They caused the Emerald disaster?" She nods.

"You know how detailed and perfect the plan was. The leader has a genius team. Impeccable, if I said so myself." She parks the car on their garage.

"You're coming with me to the meeting, right? You know you're amazing at making great deals."

"It depends on who he wants dead, but since he's hiring you, I believe he wants some big guy dead. I was think forty percent of what their gang gets is for us."

"But?"

"But you're gonna have to do what you do best...seduce the leader to do it. Make him crave you for days."

"I'll be his fantasy. The boy he dreamed of."

"Didn't expect less."

They walk to their humble apartment and Zach took off the clothes and jumped in the shower. He puts on a hoodie and some briefs and walks to the living room where he snuggled with Christina.

"Sometimes I feel like the top in this friendship." She comments they laugh.

"You're a bad bitch, of course you're the top."

"I'm a smart bitch, you're the hot bitch."

"Don't act like you don't want to fuck me Chrissy."

"You're a nice guy, but you like dick and you're like a brother to me."

"Brother is just a title babe." Zach says against her lips. Christina pecks him and they both giggle.

"See? It's easy to seduce someone."

"Oh, shut up, you're just good at it...I just wonder how you're still single."

"I thought our relationship meant something to you." He says offended.

"It's not me, it's you, you're a flirty little fuck."

"That's the only thing I'm little." He winks at her.

"Bullshit. I saw you naked before." He gasps.

"It got you to cum bitch!" She blushes.

"We fuck one time, and you always bring it up!"

"It's an accomplishment! It's hard to make women cum!" They laugh.

Sure they fucked around a few times, and sure Zach was a flirty fuck, but he knew boundaries and most importantly, he was loyal.

Christina was a genius. A genius for business, she had great sense of opportunity. Christina was a Mastermind, the brains while Zach was the brawn (when he wanted) and the seduction.

Together they were unstoppable.