Love of an Assassin

The Elite

|Hayze|

I let the man's body slump to the floor. Blood begins to pool around him, and I step away as the light leaves his eyes. "Nothing personal. Just doing my job." I smirk and pull the silver knife out of his chest, wiping the thick red substance on my black trench coat. I turn around and begin walking away when a low chuckle rebounds from behind me. I slow down, but don't stop. "Luca, this is my mission. Why are you lurking around while I'm working?"

I hear footsteps from behind me, and in a few seconds, Luca is taking stride next to me. "I was just observing. no harm done, " he pauses. "Why do you insist on making it painful for them with those poison knives of yours?"

My lips twitch into a small smile. "Can't a girl have a little fun? Besides, they'll only die in the end. True pain never lasts for long." I chuckle and look at him out of the corner of my eye. His long curly hair is done up in a bun at the base of his neck, and his deep blue eyes look black in the darkness. He sees me looking and smirks.

"If you keep looking at me, I might assume you're not as gay as you thought, Hayze." I chuckle lightly and smack him in the arm with the back of my hand.

"In your demented little dreams, asshole." He makes a gagging noise and I sigh. I hold out my hand. "Luca Jamie Morado, you give me back my knife right now or so help me God the twelve Elite Assassins will become eleven." In a few seconds, the silver throwing knife is back in my hands. I pat his arm affectionately. "Good boy, Luca!"

He swats my hand away quickly. "Do I look like a dog to you?"

"You may as well be, the way you follow me around like one." I stop at the door to the apartment building I'm staying in. "See ya tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Night, Hayze."

I lift my hand in a wave as I unlock the door. When I close it behind me, the smile drops from my face. My eyes droop and I walk deeper into the house. Apart from a few sparse decorations, the walls are bare and blank. I quickly lock all the doors and windows before stripping out of my clothes and stepping into the shower .

My mind is numb as I rinse blood off of me, turning the water pink. I wash my hair and then quickly get out from under the water before turning it off. I dry myself off and throw on a sports bra and some basketball shorts before waltzing into the kitchen. I pull a bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet and walk back into the bedroom. I sit on the bed and open the bottle. With a sigh I gulp down the burning liquid and look out the window of the apartment. I set the bottle on the nightstand and lie down on the bed.

Thoughts of my family cloud my mind, and my mood darkens a bit. Doing my job usually reminds me of my father, who was also one of the Elite. He died a long time ago, from natural causes. He just got old, obsolete. My family has been grieving ever since. I scoff at the though. Grief. That's an emotion I'm very familiar with, along with anger, and sorrow. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I died. My family wouldn't have a service, that's for sure. Assassins don't get funerals. They'd probably just sell my body to fetch the highest price. Get the best reward offered and swim in the money from my death.

I roll into my side and force the thoughts to go away. I'm an assassin, a trained killer. Nobody cares if I'm alive, and nobody would care if I was dead either. I shut my eyes, and soon I'm drifting off into a restless sleep.

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I awake from the few hours of sleep I got in an especially foul mood. Grumbling the entire time, I slide out of bed and into the kitchen. Luca is sitting on the counter with two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. "Morning, Sunshine."

I flip him off and walk into the small bathroom, running a hand through my knotted hair. I take a brush to it and throw it into a tight Dutch braid. After that I get dressed into some dark jeans and a maroon muscle shirt. After that I exit the bathroom and take the coffee from Luca. He smiles and I smirk at him. "Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning." He doesn't answer as I stir milk into my coffee and look at the clock on the wall.

"We have an hour until we meet our next client, so we should head out."

"Uh. No. There isn't a 'we'. I work alone." I grab my wrist sheath and slide it on along with my ankle sheath. I place the knives in their corrective spots and throw on my trench coat and a black wide brimmed hat.

Luca follows me out the door. "Actually, the client wants us both. He said both of us or no deal." I slide a hand down my face and groan in annoyance.

"Fine. But you better remember your rank, Luca. I may be the youngest member, but I'm also one of the top ranked elite, second only to Michelangelo. What I say goes, got it?" I look over at him.

"Yep! I completely understand. You're the boss."

As we come up on the club where we're supposed to meet our client, I sigh inwardly. I hate working with people. They're just liabilities, all of them completely expendable. Luca isn't any different, no matter his status as an elite member. Status can't outrun skill, which Luca lacks. He may be unexpected, like a firecracker, but even firecrackers have to burn out. I'm like a forest fire. I consume everything in my path, including things that usually aren't able to burn. Luca opens the door to the club for me, and I step inside. I'm ready to do this, no matter the cost.

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