She caught him staring at her, his eyes wandering up the velvety flesh of her long legs; nothing she was not used to. In fact, from a very young age she had grown very accustomed to being the center of attention. She was tall, taller than most females but she knew that was not what caught the eye of her latest admirer. It was her eyes, her platinum eyes set in almonds, surrounded by the jet-black curl of her elongated eyelashes. That was what always made men weak for her. They were her calling card.

Her figure was voluptuous; his eyes traced every inch of her from her toes, to her head. She wore an ice blue evening gown with stiletto heels to match. It hugged every curve of her; it made him wonder what lie beneath. Her milk chocolate skin called to him, like an omen, a deadly combination, but he had to touch her. Their eyes met for just a second, but he knew he had to have her. She was a woman that exuded innocence mixed with danger. He couldn't explain it but he wanted her, he knew it would probably prove dangerous to him he couldn't help himself.

"Madam," the waiter set a drink in front of her.

She looked up at him, her eyes soft with innocence, "I didn't order that."

The waiter pointed to the gentleman who was zeroing in on them, "He took care of it, madam."

"Mademoiselle," the man took her hand. "I do believe you are the most beautiful creature in the room."

"Why thank you sir," she said, her eyes smoldering with lust.

"I wasn't sure of what a creature as lovely as you would drink; I was hoping champagne would do."

"Yes, Arbor Mist is one of my favorites."

"May I ask your name beautiful one?"

"Brianna," she said to him.

"Ah," he said to her, "The strong one."

She lowered her eyes letting her lashes rest on her cheek, "Yes, the strong one."

"Well strong one, I am Nicholas, victorious people."

She shook his hand, "A pleasure to meet you Nicholas."

"The pleasure is mine, mademoiselle."

She blushed just for his sake; she enjoyed this type, it made her job so much easier. They would make idle chit chat for a while and then he would want to leave. She was waiting on that. That's when the fun would begin.

"So what do you say we get out of here, go somewhere a little quieter?"

She saw her opening and took it, "Sure, I think I would like that."

They walked through the park with him gazing into her eyes at every turn. He was really making what she had to do easy on her. He turned down a dark path, a part of this place that she really was not familiar with.

"Where are we?" her voice small, frightened.

"Not to worry mademoiselle," he said to her, "all is under control."

"I know that," she said cuddling up to him, "I just wondered where we were."

"Oh, it's a surprise strong one." He said as the grip he had around her waist tightened.

Suddenly they turned into a dark cavern. She smiled at him for she knew this was him M.O.; he lured unsuspecting young women into inconspicuous public places and took advantage of them. Well this would be his last.

"I don't want to be here anymore Nicholas," she said making her voice as small as she could.

"You're such a tease, little one," he said moving his hand up her leg moving the material of her dress higher up her silky thigh, when the hem lie just beneath her garter belt he stopped.

"Why mademoiselle," he said smiling, thinking it was a game, they all thought it was a game, "I believe you owe me."

She reached down into her garter belt and whipped out her switchblade, "Why yes Nicholas Stuart," she said smiling, walking behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I caught you." She said slitting his throat.

He looked up at her, "Who are you?"

Her eyes darkened to the obsidian shade of a black pearl as she said as she smiled down at her dying victim, "Just call me the executioner."

She shook her head as she watched the crimson fluid run down the sides of his throat. They were all the same; they always fell for the innocently sexy damsel routine. It made her job so, so easy.

She walked out of the park and back down into the garage stepping into her sleek black Lamborghini and racing down the highway, she sang along with her theme song, 'Bodies' by Drowning Pool as it blared from her radio.

Her cell phone rang loudly; she picked up not saying a word.

"Aidyn?" the voice said.

"How did you know?"

"He's not your type; I know you could've possibly gone Widow on him." He said, "Plus, the fact that you didn't answer when you picked up the phone was a dead give away."

"Yeah, well I think you know me too well," she said, he was right, she had to know who was on the other end before she spoke. "So what's up Randy? Something wrong? I know you don't have another job for me tonight."

"No, your next assignments can wait until morning for briefing; I just wanted to make sure that everything went smoothly on this one."

"Smooth as silk, went down like a new born baby." She smiled, "A quick hundred grand."

"Good, see you tomorrow kid."

"Yeah, see ya."

She rarely felt bad about the scum she assassinated. She figured she didn't feel much of anything anymore, just lust for the sexy men she ended up killing.

When she arrived home, she walked into her large mansion and looked around. She had done well for herself; her floors were Vermont marble, her furniture Detroit leather, her carpet plush, she could go on but it would take a while; over all, not bad, not bad at all for an 18-year-old kid.

She looked down at herself noticing that a small amount of Nicholas' blood was on her dress, she peeled it off, placing it in a pile for the maid to take to the cleaners. It was funny, she lived her life like an heiress, no one had the faintest clue she was an assassin, and not just any assassin, she was the best female executioner in the business. She was the Black Widow, the girl that blew their minds sexually right before they took their last breath. But others, like Nicholas, knew her as the executioner, the shy, quiet, almost virginal girl that took their life with very minimal verbiage.

She loved the rush of power; no one would ever say that she was weak. She loved that. She walked up to the master bedroom putting her signature necklace around her neck, Aidyn, it read. Her father gave it to on for her fifth birthday, but she was unable to wear it in public, because it had her biological name on it. Her name, fiery, it meant, and no one could deny that Aidyn Jai'dan Alexander was fiery. In every sense of the word, her mother must have seen it in her at birth, and she never let her down.

Her mother and father were murdered when she was still just a child. She witnessed the entire occurrence with her own beautiful gray eyes. Quivering in fear while tucked away in a nearby closet, she watched as her parents where slaughtered like pigs. Her mother looked into the closet, looking dead into her eyes, and with her dying breath, I love you, she mouthed to her. At that time, Aidyn refused to cry, even as they lowered her parent's coffins six feet into the Earth, Aidyn stood there, regally, not shedding a single tear. But it was there she decided that no matter what, she would get even with the world. And she did. They said poppin' her cherry, her virgin kill would be the hardest, and it would haunt her forever. Hell, she doesn't even remember the first time, much less what she felt.

It was rare that she did not enjoy her job; in fact, it was closer to never, until she met him. But there is plenty of time to talk about him later, for now; she had to get a good night sleep. If she knew Randy well enough, and she did, he had one hell of a day waiting for her.

-

Randy watched her as she walked into the office dressed in a leather cat suit cut low with matching stiletto boots, her jet black hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and her silver eyes sparkling as they always they did after a fresh kill. He knew he had made the right choice when he found her. Finding her as just a child of six, he trained the young orphan to be the inept young lady that stood before him. It was a disciplined man that could resist his only female assassin, and he had yet to meet that man.

"Hand over the check Randy." she said walking into his office.

"Patience my little pistol," He said sliding her latest assignments.

Randy was her boss and the only male in the world she had come close to loving. She trusted him, as she did the select few men he hired to work alongside her. They were all good at what they did, though none were as acute as Aidyn.

"This one likes green eyes," she said reading over her first assignment.

"Yeah," he said leaning over his books, "really green."

She shrugged, "I have those emerald contacts, should do me fine."

"Yeah, anything else?"

"I have to go back to the bordello?" she whined as she flipped the page.

"Yeah," Randy grinned at her whining, "but that one is definitely Widow Material."

Aidyn cocked her boot up on the desk, leaning back in the chair. "Is that so?"

Randy looked up at the exquisite woman sitting in front of him, her foot up on his desk, leaning back invitingly with her cleavage tempting, "Would I lie?"

"How much?"

"His employers want him done executioner style, which I'm sure you know means you'll have to shoot him in the face Aidyn." Randy said seriously.

"How much?" she said again, not so much as blinking.

"If you do this right, two million."

"Oh yeah, he's definitely Widow Material."

"I told you." He said handing her the check.

"Well I can't possibly go back to the bordello tonight, you know that." He nodded knowingly. He had learned long ago to allow Aidyn to do her own work, and she had never let him down, "but be prepared for these first two to be knocked out by at least midnight tonight."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow."

"You know it. Oh and look for me on the news tonight," she told him, "my work was nothing short of beautiful."

Randy looked at her, she was so damn cocky but she had every reason to be. "I couldn't expect anything less from you Aidyn."

"Tell Josef that I expect the detailing on the Ferrari to be done by tonight, I'm going to need my baby."

"What are you driving now?" he asked, "How did you get here?"

"I brought the chopper."

"O.C.C. or West coast?"

"Orange County Chopper of course."

"The theme bike?"

"Yes, the scorpion bike." She said looking out the window.

"Oh my little stinger." He said walking up behind her wrapping his arms around her.

"Watch yourself Randy," she said running his hands down to meet what she playfully referred to as her utility belt; hanging from it was her switchblade amongst other little weapons, "you might get stung."

"Wouldn't want that."

"Yeah because this little stinger is down right deadly."

"So I've seen." Randy sighed, he knew there was no way in hell he would ever get Aidyn the way he wanted her but he couldn't help himself, "so what are you doing today, since your assignment isn't until later?"

"I thought I would go down to The Spot. Do a little racing." She smiled deviously knowing his feelings about her racing, "Seeing as though I do have my bike with me."

"Yeah, how convenient."

"Very."

"Aidyn," he sighed knowing he wasn't going to get through to her, "are you sure you're ready to do that?"

"Why not?" she asked shrugging.

"You're next---," he stopped short.

"What? What was that?"

"Because I know the guys that ride down there,"

"And?" she tapping her perfectly manicured fingers on the desk.

"And they are a little rough,"

"Let me know when you come to the point here."

"I know they are not going to take well to a,"

"To a female on their turf? To a female getting ready to whip their ass from one end of that track to the other?"

"Okay smart ass, be careful."

"Aren't I always?"

"Right."

"No worries Randy darling." She folded her check and slipped it into the cleavage. She bent over his desk patting his cheek gently, "I got this."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."

"No need to fear for me," she said on the way out the door. "Fear for them."

-

Aidyn arrived at The Spot just before the races began. She looked around for her target, she would know him when she saw him, he would be the cockiest of them all would be the one she would take on. When she laid eyes on him, she knew she was in for such a good time.

"I got a thousand dollars that says I can take you out." She looked at him; she couldn't help but notice how good-looking he was. His fine features looked like they were chiseled into his face, but what held her captive were his eyes, those gorgeous dark eyes.

The males took one look at her and didn't know whether to laugh at her or take her seriously. She slipped out the money from her bra strap throwing it in his face.

"You've got to be kidding me," his smirked widened.

"Oh do I?"

"What are you about sixteen?" he looked around at his eager friends, "Go back to home, play with your dollies sweetheart. Leave this to the big boys,"

"What's the matter?" she sauntered up in face, letting her hips sway for her audience, "Scared because I'm going to make all the man come out of me and all the bitch come out of you?"

"Yo, dawg, spank the little bitch and make that quick grand,"

"Yeah, try not to embarrass the bitch too bad."

"Put up or shut up," Aidyn said, her cold grey eyes never leaving his.

"Strap up," he smiled at her.

Even after I beat her, I have to have her stick around, he thought to himself, maybe I can get her to ride more than that hot ass bike of hers.

Aidyn swung her leg over her bike, strapped her helmet under her chin, "Let's do this."

Aidyn watched as the flag came down and she shot out of the starting gate like a bat out of hell. When she rode it was as if she had tunnel vision, nothing could break that, she was a natural rider, it came with the territory.

She crossed the finish line, climbed off her bike, crotched down in tiger position and waited for her opponent. She already knew there would be a problem, after all she was the only female out there and she just beat one of their own. She prepared herself to do battle.

When he came down she held her hand out, "I do believe that would be a grand,"

He pushed her back, but she expected it so she was able to keep her balance. "I don't owe you shit."

She put her hands on her hips looking down at the ground before making eye contact with him, "Is that so?"

"Yeah," he pushed her again.

"I really wish you wouldn't put your hands on me."

"Oh really," he pushed her again, "and what happens if I don't stop?"

Moving her legs quick as a flash she executed a perfect roundhouse kick, the heel of her boot caught him in the neck, cutting into his flesh. The force dropped him instantly.

"That." She said as she crotched down beside him her pistol cocked at his head. She looked around at the rest of them as they began to circle her, "Now do I get my grand, or do I have to really get ugly out here?"

"Pay her." She heard a voice say.

"Randy," someone said.

"Pay her." Randy said again.

Someone walked up to her and counted out 10 fresh hundred-dollar bills into her hand, "There you go princess,"

"While I'm out here, I'm just Kerri, the Lady Scorpion." She patted her bike.

"Got it." He said.

Her victim tried to get her scruples about him as Randy pulled him up and off to the side. "Randy, what's this to you?"

"Come on Adam, Kerri, The," Randy chuckled a bit, "Lady Scorpion won the race. You owe her, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." Adam said looking over as she bent over to tuck her money into the little pouch on the side of her bike.

"Plus," he looked over at Aidyn appreciating the view as well, "the little bitch can ride."

"Hell yeah she can ride," he looked up at Randy, "Do you mind if I use her?"

"For what?" Randy asked shocked, he thought he was busted.

"I want to take the crown, but if I can't, she damn sure can."

Randy let out a sigh of relief, "It's not for me to decide, you got to ask the Scorpion." It was important for him not to let on that he was her boss, although, it was known that Randy looked out for people he took an interest in. Well she was a gorgeous woman, interest taken.

"Can I call her Lady for short?"

"Again, something you have to ask her," Why wasn't he getting the point here?

"Damn, she's feisty." Adam looked as she rolled her eyes at the advances of the males in his crew. It wasn't often that they got a female that looked like she did, and they never got a female that could ride as well as she could.

"Yeah, so I see."

"And sexy as hell."

"Yeah I see that too."

They walked over to where Aidyn was sliding a few dollar bills down in her cat suit. She climbed onto her bike, revving it in victory.

"Girl, how the hell can you ride in them boots?"

Aidyn shrugged looking at Randy, even though he didn't acknowledge her. She knew that in public, especially here that it was best that they not reveal how acquainted they really were.

Leave it to him to think I can't fight my own damn battles. She fumed to herself; I don't know how many times I'm going to have to remind him that I'm not the seven year old he found and trained twelve years ago.

"I'm Adam," he held his hand to her.

"Kerri," she said nodding her head in acknowledge but not even bothering to shake his hand.

"How would you like to ride for the crown?"

"I think I would need a few more races under my belt first."

"I think Miz Scorpion is right," Randy said, "but I definitely think she's worthy of the crown. I think she would be ready for Biketober."

"How about it Kerri?" Adam asked using the name he gave her.

She tilted her head up in agreement, "Let's do it," she said riding off.

"That's a bad bitch," Adam said.

Randy watched as Aidyn raced off into the dusk, "You have no idea."

"Where the hell can I find her?" Adam asked Randy, his dark eyes lighting up at the thought of seeing her again.

"Don't even try, let her find you." Randy said knowing what he had on his hands.

"Randy,"

"Adam," Randy stressed, "have I ever lead you wrong before?"

"No."

"Then trust me. She will find you. You have her attention."

He didn't bother to continue by telling him that he could tell by the look in her eyes that she had every intention on killing him, that if he didn't intervene when he did, they would be putting him a body bag, and the fact that he still had to go talk her out of coming back to finish him off.

"Good."

If you knew what I knew, Randy thought, you wouldn't want the kind of attention she's ready to give.

As soon as he was out of there he tried to reach Aidyn on her cell phone, there was no answer as he got her voice mail.

"Aidyn, don't hit him," Randy commanded, "He's to stay alive. Do you understand me? Call me when you get this, we need to talk."

But what Randy didn't know is Aidyn had no intention on killing Adam, at least not in the way he thought. No, Aidyn had big, big plans for the mighty warrior. And fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on who was looking at it, at this point and time his corpse wasn't in the game plan.