This is just something I've been thinking about. I'll be writing throughout the week, maybe even multiple times a day depending on how bored I am. Please comment if you like it! MA content will be coming up in the next few chapters so beware. Thanks!
Her sunglasses slipped to the bridge of her nose as she watched the man across the street. Tall and handsome as he may be, she knew who he really was. He was just another target. And once that target was gone, she'd be that much closer to what she wanted.
Felix Abbandando was his name, and the son of the former ruler of the Italian mob had at least 6 different countries wanting him dead at the moment. He had double-crossed them all and shared information with the wrong people at the wrong time. Ivy didn't know what he knew or shared, all she knew was that her employer wanted him gone. And until Felix was out of the picture, he wouldn't give her what she wanted.
Ivy pushed her glasses back in place and stood up to follow the young man. Felix moved slowly, used to fading into the crowd as he headed towards a coffee shop. Ivy slipped into the building moments after he entered, waiting for the right moment. She sat at a booth near the back door and settled her hand on the gun resting on her hip.
Felix thanked the young woman for his coffee.
Ivy took a breathe before she stood from her seat.
Felix couldn't even turn around before she had shot the man in the head with her concealed weapon.
Pretending to be as terrified as the rest of the customers, she ran out of the building. Ivy took one last glance towards the shop, where she saw the barista covered in Felix's blood crying on the sidewalk.
Ivy had been taught a long time ago to keep her emotions out of her job. And yet, she could feel the slightest pull at her heart as she continued to calmly walk down the street.
** later that evening **
The bar was dark with only a few businessmen littering the place. Ivy could smell the whiskey from the front door. Her heels clacked against the cold stone floor as she made her way to a stool to wait for her employer.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked with a smile.
Ivy settled into her seat before replying dryly, "Your best scotch, please."
His eyes wandered over her body. Ivy had long, white-blonde hair with a complexion as white as snow. Her lips were full and the color of roses. With her line of work, she kept in excellent shape and the way her body moved proved the grace of a dancer. Although Ivy's lithe body was concealed, the form fitted black cocktail dress left little to the imagination.
Ivy snapped her fingers. "James, right? Can I have my drink?"
James quickly looked up from checking out his customer to her brilliant green eyes. "Yes, I apologize; it'll be right up." The poor man basically ran away, blushing all the while.
Ivy rolled her eyes and checked her phone for the fifth time. Where is he?
"Right here, child." If she could be surprised by anything in life, she would have jumped. Her employer sat at the stool next to her as two glasses of scotch arrived in front of them.
She never knew her employers' names, it was better that way. Hell, she never met them half the time. But this crazy old man insisted in always meeting in person.
"I took him to coffee this morning and then to bed," Ivy said. A small smile slipped out of the corner of her mouth.
The older man smiled at her code before sipping the fiery liquid in front of him. "Did you at least get his phone number?" he joked.
"I did hack his computer systems..." She, too, sipped her scotch. "And unless you give me what I want, as well as safe passage out of this city, you will never know who he was working with." She turned and studied him, waiting for a reply. He smelled of gun powder and tobacco.
Ivy's employer smiled as he pushed an envelope into her lap. "You've got guts, child. You'll find everything you need inside there. The money has already been wired." He swallowed the rest of his drink before slapping a $100 bill on the bar. "Nice doing business with you, Ivy." The old man gave her a peck on her temple before sauntering out of the bar.
She shook her head before standing up and heading to the ladies' room. After locking herself in a stall, she ripped open the envelope. Inside was a a picture, an address, and a set of keys.
Ivy smiled as she held the picture closer to her face. This was her sister. The sister that was removed from all government documents 12 years ago. The sister that Ivy had been looking for her whole life.
She was the reason she even entered this illegal business. Turned out it was a lot harder to get information than you would think.
She touched her sister's pictured face and smiled once more.
"Emma..." She whispered.