"I'm seen as three things in this world. A black woman, a sexualized toy, and a tool," Tamia spoke. "I'll never be seen as anything else. Even so, I've made a name for myself, a force to be reckoned with, someone to be afraid of." "Why have the need of others to be afraid of you rather than loved?" Tamia turned her head towards him with cold dark brown eyes. "Because, people like me don't deserved to be loved. Not after things I've done." Tamia (Ta-me-ah, is how you pronounce it). Get in, get out. Track the target, kill the target, escape but don't get caught. Easy. The life of an assassin was..... Thrilling, dangerous, secretive. It required all things of patience, persistence, and diligence, all of which she had. Tamia was taught from a young age to kill and slay beasts without mercy, therefore, lacking a sense of emotion in the end. When she struck, no one or anything could stop her regardless of the outcome. She was almost invincible that is... Until she met him. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON POV ALSO YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE BLACK TO READ THIS. ALL COLORS, RACES, AND ETHNICITIES ARE ALLOWED. (-///3///-) THANK YOU.