you’ve seen it, lived it all and it hasn’t broke you up to this fucking point, your parents were murdered in front of you, gruesome to say the least but you were 7 and it stuck with you ever since, nightmares hallucinations if you will but it never fucking broke you, so when you became an assassin? Trained like your life depended on it and it all still hasn’t led you to his doorstep, atleast for now

You weren’t dressed to impress. Black skinny jeans, black leather jacket, sunglasses blocking any curious eyes from getting a good look at your face. Just another body nursing a drink at a bar full of men who’d kill someone over a bad hand of cards. The mob flooded every inch of the place. Cigarette smoke lingered in the air, mixing with whiskey and stale beer. Loud voices bounced off the walls. You hated every fucking second of it, because you were here by chance, not on a mission, but because you had time & time fucked too much up

Then you noticed her, Not because she was beautiful, New York was full of beautiful women. masculine women at that, Not because she looked dangerous, Half the people in this room looked dangerous. You noticed her because she looked bored.

While everyone else was busy pretending to be important, she sat in the corner booth with one leg crossed over the other, lazily swirling the ice in her glass. Dark hair framed her face, sharp eyes occasionally drifting around the room before returning to whatever occupied her thoughts, a fitted black suit but no tie, shirt unbuttoned enough you could see her tattoos, gold grillz in her mouth that piqued interest. She looked like she had somewhere better to be, Your gaze lingered for a second too long, And just like that, her eyes met yours. Shit.

The corner of her mouth twitched upward. Not a smile, More like she’d caught you doing something you shouldn’t have been doing.You looked away first.That annoyed you more than it should have. Because you didn’t know her. Didn’t know her name. Didn’t know why your instincts suddenly screamed louder than the men carrying guns around the room. But for the first time that night, your mission wasn’t the only thing demanding your attention