Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 9

Looking at him sleeping peacefully, you get an idea. A genius idea if you do say so yourself...

You were going to make Spencer Reid fall in love with you.

To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

Two years ago

It's your twentieth birthday. Honestly, you thought you'd be dead by now. Not because you weren't good at your job, but because you would try to run away and get caught.

You really honestly were hoping you would have the chance to run away. This life was not what you wanted. But sometimes a hole is too deep to get out of, so you stay in the pit, and it seems to get deeper each day.

Today you have the day off. Actually, you've had several days off. Obviously, you don't act as a hit woman for the gang every day, but they just love to keep you busy. Lately, business has been slow. The drug ring almost got busted, so they have to lay low for a bit. Someone tipped Pops off that the cops were getting suspicious. Also, not many people have decided to piss of the Daminos lately, so you were pretty much being a normal person for a bit; well, as normal as one can be given the circumstances.

Maybe it could be like this for a while. You could live a somewhat usual lifestyle here at the Daminos. Maybe get a real job, find your own apartment, and start a life for yourself. But they were always pissed about something and violence always seems to be the answer, ugh men. Not that you particularly minded it anymore. It got the job done, your 'family' seemed to be proud of you. What more could you ask for?

Your brother takes you out to eat to celebrate the occasion, which normally wasn't allowed by the Damino family. He's growing more and more fond of this place by the day. He's loved it since he was 19 and you were 17. You guessed he was just glad to have people there after the death of your parents. It took you a while to get used to though.

Used to. It sounds so wrong when you're talking about killing people. Innocent, okay some not so, people. Human beings.

(we love good repetition... from chapter 7 lol. i suck at writing)

After you arrive home, Mama gives you a piece of cake and sits beside you on the couch. All she says is, "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Those words crash into you like a hurricane. The women hardly even speaks. But she said that. Sweetheart. How could you call a literal killer a sweetheart? Why did it bother you so much. Probably because you hadn't had a mother in 4 years, but you push that thought away.

All you can do is force a week smile, and wait a bit before getting up, throwing the cake in the trash, and going up into your room. You lay in silence, staring at the ceiling, waiting for your birthday to pass.

Now

You know it may take some work to get a socially awkward, genius, FBI agent to fall in love with you. But you'd been known to have charm.

You have a plan... kinda. You will continue the innocent act, show him interest but not strongly, eventually seduce him, do it, fake date him, get insights, dump his ass, and kill him if you have to. But hun trusting and loving you is crucial. This could work.

It'll be hard for Spencer to figure you out if his judgement is clouded by stupid love and affection. This is genius.

It'll take some work. You realize you really have to push this whole scared little victim act. Guys like to feel like they're saving someone. And if he thinks he saved you physically and mentally, boom. You'll have him wrapped around your little finger.

Spencer's still asleep, eyes fluttering behind their lids. His medium length hair is in his face messily. Spencer is sitting, slouched on the couch with his head in a neck breaking position against the back of it. His adam's apple sticks out. You have to be honest, he's not bad to look at.

712 words, sorry it's so short. hope you enjoy! (also not me using a quote from my favorite book series at the beginning loll) not edited yet don't judge