Books and Bounty's

Here I sit in the shadows on the roof of my target's apartment building, watching his greasy ass through the skylight in his apartment. Freezing my ass off as the cold fall breeze slams into me, my all-black form-fitting assassin's clothes doing nothing to keep me warm. At least my wavy black hair is managing to stay in the tight bun I put it in before I started this mission. The sooner I kill this f**k and gather evidence of the kill for whoever put the bounty on his head. The sooner I can get home to my own cozy apartment and the delightfully spicy book I had found earlier today at my favorite bookstore. Plus, the payout into my bank account for the death of this loser will be nice. I grab my favorite blades from their sheaths on my lower back and creep forward. So f*****g ready to be done with this job and get out of this wind. When I see him walk towards his door, I pause and wait. Someone must have knocked on the door and the last thing I need is witnesses. Luckily for me, it appears he just ordered pizza for dinner. So I give him a moment to get comfortable with his food, then I'll grab him while he is relaxed and eating. He opens the pizza box and I almost audibly gag. Pineapple and anchovies, what kinda f*****g disgusting monster orders that on their pizza. It should be a crime, I'm definitely doing the world a favor by killing this guy. So I sneak forward and get to work. Kill, proof and gone, like I was never here. Well, besides the carved-up corpse I leave behind that is. Thirty minutes later, my target is dead, and I'm headed to go handoff my proof of death so I can get paid. It was a pretty anticlimactic kill to be honest. Way to easy and he pissed himself while I carved him up. Crying and blubbering like a baby. I miss getting targets that were actually a bit of a challenge. I'm worried I'm getting soft with all these easy kills. I shake my head and dismiss the gloom. I just gotta handoff this proof and then home I go. To a nice hot shower, warm tea, cozy blanket and my new smutty book. To lose myself in comfy warmth and some spicy fantasy. I hum in happiness at just the thought. I take the back ways to get to Gillian's. The place for lost souls and killers like me. As always, the hulking figure of Joseph is guarding the door. Six-foot-five of solid muscle and menace. His straight brown hair is cropped short and slicked back from his face. Cold ice blue eyes look out from a grim scarred face. Tan skin and a solid five o'clock shadow every time I see him. His crisp black suit looking out of place in this dingy alley. I emerge from the shadows into the light from above the doorway to Gillian’s. Nothing marks this building or door as anything special. Just a plain brick building and wooden door painted black. Joseph's cold eyes watch me as I approach him. He just nods at me, quiet and stoic as ever, as I pass him to enter into Gillian's. He is used to seeing me, to get new target assignments and collect my payment. When I enter Gillian's I am instantly hit with the low thrum of music as I walk down the hallway to the main room. A light smoke hangs around the red lights along the hall. As I enter into the main room, I pause a moment to let my eyes adjust to the smoke and lights. Beautiful men and women dance on stages and in hanging cages around the room. Gillian's is not only a place for the darkest souls in Valaran to find their next bounty but also to indulge in other dark desires. I drift around the edge of the room and make my way towards the bar. I have no interest in socializing or paying for anyone's time tonight. I have my book waiting for me at home. No offense to any of the sexy males and females here. I'm not one to pay for s*x, and I'd rather have alone time with the ultra hot MMC in the new book I just got. No drama comes from that kind of night. I make it to the bar, luckily not drawing any eyes to me as I do. I wait at the end of the bar to grab Gray's attention. He is the bar keep and also the right hand man of the man I need to see, to collect my money. Raymond Gillian, six foot four of pure tattooed muscle. Deadly as he is good looking, with his sharp chiseled features, tan skin, piercing storm-grey eyes and shoulder length wavy brown hair. He owns gillian's plus some other seeder businesses in town. Normally he wouldn't be the one I'd go to for my payout but his normal guy isn't here tonight. Usually it's Bane who handles handing out targets, collecting proof of kills and transferring payments for fulfilled bounty's. Bane is five foot ten of wiry muscle and bald. He doesn't look like he could kill you but he is deadly as a viper with any blade. Looking pale as death in his all black attire. Finally Grey finishes with handing out drinks and I tap hard on the bar to get his attention. Grey's hard dark brown eyes land on me and he heads my way. Unlike Bane, Grey exudes deadly energy with every step he takes. Black short hair, light brown skin and muscles for days. He is six feet of deadly beauty with those sharp cheek bones and full lips. He looks like a great time with a deadly ending. "Raymond available in the back or is he busy?' I ask as Grey stops before me. "Personal or business?" He asks in his deep, gravely voice. I hold up my bag that I usually keep proof of kills in and shake it a little. "Business as usual, so is he available because I'd like to get home sooner rather than later." Grey never smiles, at least I've never seen it, but I swear I see the edge of his mouth twitch like he was tempted too. Maybe not everyone swings body parts at him in such a casual way normally. Truthfully, I don't care, I'm tired and just want to go home. "He is busy at the moment but should be free here shortly. Would you like a drink while you wait?" he asks and quirks a brow at me. "No thanks, I'll just wait here till he is ready for me." Not wanting to consume anything that might dull my senses right before seeing Raymond. He can be tricky, and he does like to try to get me into his bed whenever he can. I always say no, and I think it's become a fun challenge for him to try and change my mind or trick me into his bed. Not that I blame him for trying, I know how I look. My long wavy black hair falls onto my back when I don't have it pulled into a tight bun. Almond-shaped green eyes, lightly tanned skin, full cupid bow, red lips and high cheek bones. I'm five foot six and all curves. So his interest in bedding me is understandable, if unwanted. Fifteen minutes pass as I stand in the shadows by the end of the bar, watching a busty red head dance in the cage nearest me. Finnally Grey tells me Raymond is ready for me to come into the back to see him. Slinging my bag back onto my shoulder, I head to the door that leads to Raymond's office. Into the lions den I go yet again.