Don't look back !!!

Darkness. That's all I feel. I'm a hollow shell. I want to be better. I really do, but he won't let me. He says he loves me like a daughter. I'm not sure he knows what love is. Well I'm almost certain it isn't this. I sigh. Back to work. I put my eyes up to the binoculars. Hmmmmm. He's drinking alone in his office. Perfect. I grab my bag and pull out a simple pistol. I doubt it will take more. I strap it to my belt, but just in case I put two blades in my shoe and one right next to the gun. I throw the duffle bag into the safe next to the crooked bed and locked it. As I'm walking out of the crappy hotel, I pause to let the gentle breeze hit my face. I'm not supposed to stop, especially not to breathe the air.  I hug my coat close to my body. Back to work. I walk up to the royals building. It's a lavish glass building with nearly 50 floors. Here's hoping they have an elevator. My target is Tony royal. He owns the business with his parents. 36 years wanted for drug dealing and slave trafficking. Ugh I hate scum like him. I guess that's partly why I do what I do. As I walk into the building a woman passes me and I slyly grab her key card from her pocket. Adya pretty name. I scan the card and that's it. Hmmmmm they need better security. I walk up to the elevator and hop in. As the lift is slowly ascending to the top floor I look in the mirror. My ash blonde hair is in loose curls on my shoulders. I reapply some red lipstick and tighten my revelling purple shirt under my coat. The doors ping. Go time! I'm lucky my coat has clips attached to my belt because as soon as I stepped off of that elevator my coat was taken from off my back. I watched as a middle-aged man hung it up. My gun. Ugh. This might not be so essay. Oh well we'll see. Who doesn't like a challenge? I knock on the wooden door to his office. 'Come in' he doesn't sound happy. Good! s**t's about to get a whole lot worse. I slowly open the door and slip inside. His office is one of the only rooms without security due to all his shenanigans. Which is very convenient for me? Never been much of a hacker not like Luke. He doesn't even turn his chair to face me. Rude! I walk up to his desk. 'Mr Royal' I state. He harshly sighs and starts to turn his chair. 'What do you w-'as he sees me, he stops mid-sentence and smirks. Ugh! It was hard to supress a shudder. 'You can call me Tony sweetheart' his ice-cold eyes travel across my body. Ewwwwww. I try to look anywhere else. I at first notice how big this room is. It's gold and white painted and has very expensive furniture. I've been watching him for 2 weeks and never imagined it like this. In all fairness I could have done this a lot quicker, but I wanted a vacation, and this might be the best I can get. Pulled out of my thoughts I clear my throat. 'Thank you, tony 'I say reluctantly but sounding passionate. 'I'm here abo-'before I can finish my highly elaborate and clever story he leans over his desk and touches well for a lack of a better word ass. It takes all I have not to break his wrist and shove it down his throat. I just stare trying to fake a blush. Ugh. 'Yes, you'll do nicely' this pervert is trying to SELL ME. Nope! Upon instinct I leap over the desk and straddle him. A cold smile on my lips. His hands on me feel gross on my hips, But I have to finish the job. 'don't you think we should close the blinds, so we can be more....private.' I say in a seductive tone, which he seems to like and immediately presses a button on his desk not taking his eyes of my WAY to exposed cleavage.  when the blinds are down I start to loosen his tie. This makes him tighten his grip. I lean into his ear and slowly wispier. 'This was fun' but I'm afraid…' I pause I can feel the fear radiating off of him he knows what this means. 'You're wanted' With that I tighten the tie as much as I can, strangling him. I can't help but smile as he struggles. I can hear him trying to bargain with me, but I don't care. He had his chance to change and he blew it. People like him always think their invincible. I look at him as he's slowly slipping. He wasn't that bad looking. I mean in another life he would of had no problem finding a woman willing to settle with him.  When I feel his life slip away, I let go. Dead. I stand up and look at him, I feel a small twang in my heart but push it down. It's dangerous to feel anything in this job field. As I stare as his lifeless body, I think. The phoenix blood pack will get word of this and come running. I ponder this for a second.  I smirk. I know what to do. 20 minutes later. All done I stand back and look at my masterpiece. I quietly applaud myself and start to turn. I grab a vodka bottle and take it with me along with my coat. As I walk out of the building no one stops me. To them I'm just a helpless little girl. Even with the half dank bottle of vodka. As I step out into the midnight air, I grab my phone from my pocket, and dial THE number. As I wait for someone to pick up, I can feel my heart beat a little faster. It's funny how I feel more nervous Waiting for a call then the thought of killing a man. When they pick up a young female voice says, 'Target wanted' and with a slow drawn in breath I replay 'Target found' and then hang up. That's it. Home time!