•The Assassin Series•
"Too late as in I already cared about you. Too late as in I got so deep into my fascination of your simple existence that even the mere thought of hurting you, kills me!"
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Sarcastic and Bitchy.
Two great words to...
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I tighten the tied part of the cropped, white button down and sigh. Apparently, I have to wear something that makes me look sexy and good enough for Ace to take me to a private room. I am not going to lie, I am nervous of how he is going to touch me. It is nothing new to me because I have had to seduce men and women all of the time just so I could kill them, but that never takes away the terror that rushes through my veins like poison.
Pushing those toxic thoughts out of my mind, I check myself over in the mirror and nod. Andy Finch is a red head so I had to put on a silky, red wig. Then I put on a flowy blue, plaid skirt, white, knee high socks that have two black lines on the top, and shiny black heels.
"Alana." a cold, stern voice mumbles before my door is pushed open. "Let's go."
I clench my fists and turn around to look at him, rolling my eyes. My hips sway unintentionally as I saunter past him and walk down the hall. His heavy footsteps can be heard as he catches up to me, placing his hand on the small of my back.
A slight slapping sound rings down the empty corridor as I smack his hand away and reach the top of the stairs.
"Still haven't forgiven me, Alana?" he grumbles as we walk down the steps.
My jaw clenches in anger. Forgive him? "Forgive you for what, Mr. Romano?"
"Drop the fucking Mr. Romano, Alana." he grabs my arm and turns me around, his jaw locked.
I cross my arms, purposely pushing my breasts up higher just so I can get him to drop this. "I will when you drop the Alana, Mr. Romano. Now, lets go. We have business to finish."
With that, I walk past him and out the front door. A black SUV awaits us with a trembling driver in the front seat. The whole ride to the strip club is filled with tension as Luca and I scoot further and further towards the window, trying to get out of the small confinement we have been placed in.
I practically rip the door open as we pull up to the club, grabbing my long black trench coat. My heels clicking intermix with the heavy padding of Luca's shoes as we walk into the club.
"Back room is over there." Luca mumbles in my ear and points towards the right corner of the club. "Here."
I place the small ear piece that he gave me, in, and give him a thumbs up.
"You will be called up any minute." he mumbles and walks off.
I confidently walk towards the back room and head to the bathroom, deciding to wait there and not risk the other dancers noticing that I am in fact not Andy Finch.
Someone knocks on the door before a sweet voice speaks. "Andy, you're up now."
I straighten my shirt and walk out of the bathroom, ignoring some of the girls' stares. It takes me a moment to get used to the music Andy chose for this dance but once I do, everything goes smoothly.
