Her Revenge

"...Sleep, amore"

This time I was immersed in cold and piercing water. Letting it somehow soothe and cleanse my uncouth soul. After around 10 minutes I decided to hop out of the shower and dry myself with the white, fluffy towel. Getting my gear on and securely tucking a pocket knife into my bra. 

After discussing some final terms and conditions with Michael, I decided that it was worth the risk. I wasn't going to do this job without something in return of course. He took a little convincing but it works. 

This was my last initiation, my last test. This test wasn't as 'supporting' as the last though since I wasn't allowed to have any back-up or help at all. 

Rounding a corner, I bumped into someone. Somehow I always tend to do that, it's getting annoying. "Where are you going?" Chase asked.

"Out" I tried to step past him, but failed.

"You can't just leave, especially when you look like that" He raised his eyebrows and let his eyes wonder down on my clothing choice.

"Michael told me to where these" I exclaimed

"Are you doing a job, Ebony?" He replied, when I tore my gaze away from him he realised. 

"What does he want you to do? 

"I can't tell you" 

His dark blue eyes were glazed with confusion. "Whatever it is, you can tell me" 

"Move out of my way Chase" I tried pushing past him, only for him to grab my wrist.

On instinct, I took a hold of his wrist with my free arm and did a twist, involuntarily his body lowered. 

"Ebon-" 

"Please Chase" 

I pleaded. Letting go of him, I left him and his sore wrist in the hallway. No-one could get in my way. 

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 My first thought was, how can I pull this off? I know that it's familiar. I've done something like this before. But not like... this, not as intense. A million things could go wrong. 

What if I don't get out in time? What happens when they figure it out? I need more security. More information. 

Then my last thought was 'fuck it'. 

The Cobras had a very important base. This one was very specific, specific to the point that you don't want to know after the first few details. Grabbing the handgun out from behind me, checking it. I placed it carefully near the back of my tight leather skirt again, then covered with the black long sleeved shirt that was given to me. Fixing up my top I went towards the back of the house. 

To say that this was a house was an overstatement. It was positioned near a large field, sort of like a farm with no animals. The house was only one story but it spread along the yard and filled up the space. 

There was no sun left, so the moon was the only light that could lead me to a door. Time to shine. 

Knocking on the door three times I stepped back and leaned against the pillar. Almost immediately, the door opened to reveal a skinny looking guy with a toothpick in his mouth.

"Am I at the right place?" My head titled back as I searched over his shoulder, I stumbled forward just before him.

"I'd like to think so" He rolled the toothpick with his tongue and removed his hand from the back of his pants, obviously thinking that I was someone else and was prepared to just shoot me.

"Who sent you?" He continued

"Sergio did, silly" I giggled, forcing myself not to gag at his wandering eyes