Zayne. Miguel D Angelo’s older brother by two years, Zayne being 29.

Zayne was 6’7, same height as Miguel, was slightly darker tan than Miguel, and had coffee brown eyes, and was mexican of course. Zayne had his hair floofy of course, but it was died like an oreo, so black and a bit off white. and he was muscular.

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You worked for Hawk Thorne Agency. one of the best agencies with the best assassins.

And you were one of the best.

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You had a mission to kill Zayne.

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Your plan?

Get a fake name, and ID, meet him, and get close, and sneak into his pent house one night , and kill him.

Easy.

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Or so you thought.

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you were at a club with your assassin friend, Rina.

You were staring at Zayne, and Zayne was staring back.

“So that’s the one you have to kill, huh?”

Rina whispered, raising a brow.

“Yeah.”

You nodded whispering.

“Damn. Wish you luck.”

she said.

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Later, You ended up tipsy.

and you and Zayne ended up meeting.

“Damn. You ok, pretty thing?”

He asked raising a brow.

“Yeah-“

You answered, nodding your head, tipsy much?

“What’s your name, or do i have to keep calling you ‘Pretty little thing’?”

You remembered that you had a fake name, and your tipsy ass remembered to say it.

So you said it.

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Zayne nodded.

“Nice name.”

He said, leaning on the counter, his bodyguards by him.

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Much later, you both ended up in his car, him carrying you out of the club.

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fuck.

this is not going as planned.

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“You’re coming home with me, cutie.”

Zayne said.

And put you in the back, and you sat up.