The Heart of the Target

Why Don’t You Do Right

{Bex’s POV}

Sometimes my job is too easy, I’ve been following him for months now and he hasn’t even noticed once. I had grown accustomed to watching his bright blue eyes glow in the dim lighting of the jazz club that he frequents. His words were always kind, his demeanor gentle, and his voice.. soft, smooth.. deep, even a bit sensual. I shook away the thoughts that crowded my mind, making it hard for me to focus. I couldn’t get invested, or confused, this is my job. I was hired for one thing and one thing only, to ki** Silas LaRoux.

I wasn’t sure why someone hired me for this, from what I could tell Silas was the only decent one of the LaRoux bunch. My months of tracking, and research, led me to the conclusion that the LaRoux brothers were trouble, though Silas’ name had barely come up in conversation, anywhere. The only thing of note was that a year ago he was nearly ki****, and left severely injured, though nothing in the notes said how severe it was. Apparently his family is powerful enough to get rid of the documents that said what all happened to him. They are very concerned with image, and I suppose being in the public eye constantly has that effect on people. Personally, I’ve stayed in the shadows, hidden away like a dirty secret. It’s how it has to be.. it’s what I was trained for. I lifted my glass of wine, swirling it around before taking a drink, my deep red lipstick staining the rim of the glass.

I could see the man who runs the jazz club, his bulky frame shuffling onto the stage after the band’s set was over. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” He asked, a fake smile plastered across his face. It was something I knew well, fake smiles.. fake laughs, I’ve used them thousands of times. To lure in the men I was hired to ki**.. or to instill trust in the women I was hired to take out. The happier I seem, the more they want to be near me. “Well, we have a very special event happening tonight, we’re opening up the stage for karaoke!” He chuckled, as fits of applause and laughter filled the room, and as it died down he nodded, before continuing. “Now, I’ve got a book over here with all of the songs that the band knows, you can sign your name, and the song you’d like to sing, and when it’s your turn you’ll be called up! Please, everyone, sing, drink, and have a good time!” He smiled, stepping off the stage.

A small crowd began to build up around the stage, the book filling up, and soon the stage was full, mostly of drunk men, and college girls who giggled too much to actually sound enjoyable. I casually glided over, putting in my request, before returning to my seat. I waited patiently, and soon heard my name being called. “Becca!” The owner announced, “singing.. oh, this is a good one, ‘Why Don’t you do right? By Peggy Lee’, let’s give her a round of applause ladies and gentlemen.” He smiled, clapping his hands as I swayed through the crowd, and up onto the stage. I was in my favorite little black dress, it had long, off the shoulder sleeves, a deep v neck, and a slit up the right leg up to my hip. It was functional, but beautiful, something that helps gain attention, but also something that if in a crowd wouldn’t make me stick out. My hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, the medium brown color, offset by the wine red money piece across my curtain bangs, and the wine red highlights throughout my hair. My eyes are an amber color, with a Smokey eye done around them to make them pop, wine red lipstick coating my lips, my red bottoms finishing off the look.

As I reached the mic, I could see all eyes on me, including that of my mark, Silas LaRoux. My lips parted, as I began to sing the song, a soft sensual tone to my voice. I pulled the mic off the stand and began walking around the stage, smiling to the band members playing the song. My hips swinging to the beat as I danced across the stage before making my way back to the mic stand. I slid the microphone back into place, swaying back and forth as the song began to come to a close. A smile spreading across my lips as the men in the club began to whistle and cheer. I gave a gentle bow before sashaying off the stage and back to my seat, downing the rest of my wine, and grabbing my wine red leather jacket, pulling it on.

“That was incredible..” a gentle voice sounded from behind me, one that I’d grown to know in the past little bit. I turned to see none other than Silas leaning against my table, smiling at me. “You’re here all the time aren’t you? I’ve seen you around, normally here at the same table. Not many people are into jazz clubs now a-days.”

He was handsome.. his shaggy black hair was loosely slicked back, he used to have it long enough to put up into a bun, now it’s shorter, falling to right above his shoulders. His pale blue eyes were electric, and bright against his tanned skin. He’s really bulked up in the last couple of years from the images I’ve seen of him before. Apparently, the accident that nearly kil*** him, scared him enough to cause him to start working out, and definitely filling out. His broad shoulders, wide chest, and muscular arms were enough to make my mind wander for a moment. He’s wore a white button up shirt, his sleeves rolled up to show off his hairy, muscular forearms, and a black vest, with black dress pants.

I smiled softly at him. “Thank you.” My voice came out sickeningly sweet. “This place feels almost like a second home to me, the Smokey bar, the jazz music.. it’s magic.” I said, grabbing my bag from the back of my chair.

“Did I hear right? That your name is Becca?” He asked, smiling down at me.

I nodded. “Becca Rays.” I said, extending my hand out to him. He took it, and shook it, a smirk playing across his lips.

“I’m Silas.” He said, his voice cool, and calm. “Silas LaRoux.”

“Nice to meet you Silas.” My words came out honey coated as I released his hand and turned away. “Sorry, but I’ve gotta get home, Ashes gets lonely when I take too long.”

“Ashes?” He asked, and I knew then that I had more than piqued his interest.

“My cat, found the poor thing out on the street, he’s a bit, nervous. I know if I take too long to get home, he’ll tear up my furniture.” I giggled, slowly batting my eye lashes at him. “But it was really nice to meet you Silas, maybe the next time we’re both here, we can grab a drink together.” I said, nonchalantly.

He nodded, his smirk softening into a real smile, almost making me feel bad for my intentions. “That sounds great, I’ll be in every night this week, so whenever you come back around, just, let me know.” He said, trying to not sound too excited, unlucky for him I could practically hear his heart beating like crazy.

“It’s a date then.” I smiled back, winking up at him before making my way outside. I walked to my motorcycle, pulling on my helmet, and hopping on. I could see him watching me from inside, and I waved, before taking off down the road. First step complete, I’ve been gathering intel and watching him for months, now it’s onto gaining his trust, and really figuring out what makes the LaRoux’s tick.. then, well, I have my orders.