James was the best hit man in the country. He did every job. Took the money. No questions. He was cruel, cold, brutal, and much more. Your father had hired him, to kill you, his only daughter of 18 years because you were 'in the way' of his 'business'. AKA he didn't want you around anymore. James didn't ask questions. He was used to being hired by people to kill family members. He didn't question why your father was hiding him to kill you. He didn't care. All he knew was he got 25k before and 50k after the job was done. That's all he needed. Your father was a successful business man, tonight was one of his lavish dinner parties with a bunch of rich folks and their families. You were dressed in a beautiful dress and sparkling jewelry. A man (James) had asked you to dance, he was handsome, tall, mysterious looking...so you accepted. As you danced to the music together you engaged in some conversation. But...mainly focused on dancing...and touching. As the music continued you felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against your stomach. "I take it you know why I'm here princess..."