Falling for my target

The ringing in my ears had finally dissipated, as I lowered my gun and looked down to find my targets lifeless eyes still open, his mouth slightly ajar and blood dribbling out of the wound between his eyes, I didn’t feel anything though. I never did, no pity or sympathy for the lives I took but that was how I’d been trained since I was twelve, that we have no emotion, no remorse and no guilt for what we do. I grabbed the phone out of black leather jacket pocket as it buzzed. The screen was lit up with an address and a set of further instructions. I dropped the gun by the body and pulled the gloves off my hands to take a picture of the scene. This particular client wanted the body to be found, I had rolled my eyes at that detail, but it wasn’t my place to ask questions, only to simply do as I was ordered. I tucked the phone back into my pocket having taken several photos from different angles. I walk over to my black motorbike, securing my helmet and speeding off to the address that had been given. It was a short ride to the destination, the wealthy district of this wretched city. I had arrived in front of a white mansion with glistening black gates. The message had simply said to leave the phone with the photos in the mailbox,ring the gates bell and leave, so I did exactly that, wiping my finger prints off the phone with a spare piece of cloth and speeding off before the second ring of the bell had even finished. ———————————————————————— Two days later ———————————————————————— I sat on the comfortable white couch in my hotel room two days later. I sipped the coffee I had made just moments before and took a deep breath. He would be coming today. My mentor, the man who had saved and damned me. I looked at the clock it read nine AM and knowing him he would be here within the hour. I sighed through my nose and made my way to the bedroom. I put on my usual attire tight black jeans that did wonders for my backside and an equally as tight black tank top that was modest but still displayed the curve of my breasts. My necklaces clinked as I took a seat at the vanity. The silver chains are the only thing I had kept as a remind of my parents and my failings when it came to them. The longer of the two was my dads war tag that sat right between my breast and the sorter one my mothers, it was a simple thin chain with a singular round Dimond attached that sat at the bace of my collarbone. I often found myself holding the necklaces when I was deep in thought, as though it was the comfort I needed. I shook my head trying to rid myself of the memories that haunted me, pushing them to the back of my mind as I picked up the hair brush and started to detangle the soft waves of my black hair. I had thought about cutting it now on several occasions but had decided against it because I had loved the long wavy hair that came down to my waist, it caught peoples attention and I was only ever going to cut it for the practicality in my line of profession. I smiled as I finished brushing my hair and run my fingers through it, making sure there was no knots. I than started on my makeup, I only ever applied a small amount, just to enhance my features. I put a decent amount of mascara on making my eyes pop even more against my tan skin, the light but crushing green of my eyes were considered normal until you got a closer look and saw the light blue ring that encircled each one, only making my skin look more tanned. My nose was small and straight despite being broken thrice in my training and my lips were full and coloured a light pink which made my straight teeth look whiter. I was considered strikingly beautiful, my curvy body only making me more enticing, I was taller than the average female standing at 5’7 and had long toned legs with a round backside to accompany them, my waist was small but toned as well showing the outline of my abdominals and my breast were big for my frame sitting at the cup size of a DD, my arms were thin but also toned showing the muscles that had saved my life countless times. My mentor had told me that my beauty was a weapon and he was right, I had lured many to the deaths, men and women alike using myself as a temptation that not many could resist. I looked down at my watch as I applied the last touches to my makeup. The clear gloss that made my lips gleam and a gold highlighter that made my skin glow and shimmer. I glanced down again realising I had about ten minutes before the secret sequence of knocks sounded at my door I pulled my socks and black combat boots on as I made my way to the bathroom brushing my teeth before again going to sit in the living area of my suite. I waited than, counting down the seconds, than knock knock, tap, knock, tap tap. I arose from the couch making my way to the door and opening it, not even looking at the man as I made my way back to sit. “Right on time as always” I chirped as I plonked down in the chair. His husky laugh reached my ears as he replied “Alway for you my protege” I rolled my eyes at that as he came to sit in front of me on the coffee table. He gave me a smile that not many got to see and said as he leaned back “ So I hear that our client was quite happy with your handiwork” I gave him a small smirk than replied, my tone dripping with confidence “Why of course they did, I’m only the best” He arose than, a chuckle creeping past his lips as he made his way over to the scotch on the low lying table across from us. I surveyed him taking in the white button up shirt and black slacks. He was fit and muscular for his age, roughly in his late forties, his rutty brown hair sprinkled with streaks of grey was short and slicked back. He turned to me showing his wrinkled face and deep brown eyes that only ever held kindnesses for me as he gesture down to the scotch and asked “ shall I pour you one, or is it too early for you” I chuckled and said “ only you Anthony drink at this time of day, some of us like to keep a clear head” He laughed than replied with pride in his voice “That’s my girl, always keeping her wits about her” I rolled my eyes a small smile playing on my lips. “So what’s this about than?” He sighed at my question and sat down next to me before replying. “ I’ve got another mission for you and it’s not the usual sort but it pays a lot of money and gets our hands of information that could be useful” I looked at him curiously, this man who was like a father to me over all these years had never proposed a mission to me in this way, so I said with only determination in my voice “ what do I have to do” He smiled at me than, pride again showing in his gaze and sounding in his voice as he said “ it’s a simple mission really, you’ll simply be spying on someone, collecting information and tracking his movements, the details specify that you should report who his friends are, who he talks to and where he gos.” I looked at him sidelong my brows furrowing as I responded “ why make it sound difficult than, what’s the catch?” He smiled at me again raising his brow as he said “ you’ll be attending college it seems, staying in a dorm close to the target and not leaving till our client says so” I groaned rolling my eyes as I said my tone as frustrated as the rest of me “ so, I’m basically babysitting” He nodded sipping his scotch as he said “ it’s a simple job, with high rewards and low risk and who knows maybe you’ll even enjoy yourself child” I looked down at the floor boards considering, my answer came a second later “ fine I’ll do it, only because it’ll be nice to have a break and see what the hell people do at college” He laughed at that and I said “ when do I leave?” He rose for the couch draining his glass and walking to the sink as he said “ as soon as you finishing packing whatever’s left in the bedroom” I whipped my head towards him at that, the words already leaving my mouth before I’d even thought them “ what about the rest of my stuff, my weapons and.” He cut me off with putting his hand up in my direction and saying “ it’s all already there, your rooms been set up and there expecting your arrival this morning, your first class today doesn’t start till twelve and it’s only a twenty minute drive” I stared at him shock in my eyes and said in a tone that some would consider rude “ so who exactly am I and what am I supposedly supposed to be studying?” He came and sat next to me again replying with “ you are Ashley barnez, 18 years old, your birthday is the 1st of April, you went to Athen high and after Graduating top of you class have decided to study criminology and law to become a criminal lawyer” I bit out a cold laugh “ that’s ironic, the criminal studying criminal law and criminology ” He laughed again at that and said “indeed” I packed my things in the matter of minutes handing my duffel bag to Anthony and grabbing my favourite black leather jacket, we walked out the door as Anthony handed me a phone and said “ you know the deal, my contact is under dad and the client is under mum, you send me all information before forwarding it to the client and there’s a new handgun and the emergency phone in your bike seat, along with a laptop you’ll need for hacking , when you get there go straight to the office they’ll give you your locker codes,books and dorm key, you won’t have time to stop at your room so I’ll have your bag left there for you.” We reached Anthony’s black BMW that was parked next to my motorbike. He jumped in the front seat winding the window down, he smiled at me now with nothing but love and kindness in his face “ be safe and I’ll see you soon kiddo” I smiled mirroring his expression and said “ I will and you too I’ll be in contact old man” He smiled and pushed the hand break down, pulling out and speeding off. I walked to my bike, it was the latest sports model and custom to my storage needs having a big space under the seat for emergency’s with a key pad that only I knew the code to. I pulled out the phone waiting for all the information I needed. A minute later my phone pinged and all the information popped up with attached images of my target. My very handsome target it seemed, Hunt Logan was 6’3 in height,he was 19 years old with jet black hair, tan skin and crushing blue eyes, his built body was that of a MMA fighters and he had a massive tattoo that adorned his left arm up to his Pectoral. Hunt was as good looking as they come he had short stubble that lined his face and a strong jaw with a straight nose and perfectly shaped eyebrows. I kept scrolling down to his family information. Of course this is where the downside of him came in, he might be good looking but he came from one of the richest family’s and had a tendency to go out and party a lotttt, a different place almost every time with different women and involvement in almost every fight that that broke out at each. I rolled my eyes, classic spoiled rich boy just trying to get his daddy’s attention. I put my helmet on, pressing play on the speakers and kicking the stand up, speeding off. It only took about only 15 minutes to get there with the speed of my bike and it seemed most classes started around midday because the parking lot was full, I speeded in pulling up to park my bike in an empty place. I felt more than saw everyone’s eyes on me as I stopped and kicked out my bike stand, my eyes caught on a familiar face as he turned in his group of elite, no doubt to see what all the commotion was about. I smiled to myself as I kicked one leg over my bike and took off my helmet. I felt everyone’s eyes on me than and I made sure my face was expressionless. I glanced over at Hunt and he was watching me, his eyes roaming up my body along with the other two men that accompanied him and almost everyone else in the parking lot, guys and girls alike, thought most of the girls had jealousy written all over their faces as they scowling at me. I turned giving Hunts group a full view of my backside and I locked my helmet and bike up as I turned and started walking towards the main office. Everyone watching me as I went. I could feel Hunts gaze on me as I walked and I realised that my mission might work better if I could bring hunt to me. It wasn’t hard but it was going to be fun.