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"Lucas," a chubby grey haired man walked up to him "I need to ask you a favour."

"Anything, Sir," Lucas looked up at him "you write my cheques."

"Yes, I do more than that." He chuckled softly, remembering threatening Stanford State University to decline Lucas' application so he wouldn't leave New York and instead would be manipulated into joining his Mafia Gang "Anyway," he pulled him out of the party, standing in a deserted hallway "I trust you remember our agreement?" He asked, a vindictive smile on his face, Lucas wondered how he even got into this mess.

"Yes, Sir, a pay cheque signed for every person effectively eliminated." He hated his job, he was out right murdering people, assassinating them and then making it look like suicide; or worse, his boss would "handle everything", that either meant frame someone else for the murder or bribe the police to "keep their mouths shut" he knew what THAT meant, it was some kind of gentle persuasion shall we call it? Lucas was a serial killer, he could glam it up, call himself an assassin, or even a mobster, but he was just a serial killer, a serial killer caught in a web of lies.

"Don't say it SO loud Friar!" The tall skinny man that had come out of nowhere whispered angrily "Do you want us to all be thrown in jail?"

"No, just you." Lucas thought to himself, thankful he didn't let those particular words slip out his mouth "No, I'm sorry, Sir." Lucas answered respectfully.

"Just don't let it happen again. Okay? Or you'll be the next one on my list. Clear, Friar?" He threatened him.

"Crystal, Sir." Lucas answered.

"Now back to business "There's a woman at this party tonight…" He began.

"A woman?!" Lucas looked shocked, stepping back away from him "Sir, I can't kill a girl, what could she have possibly done wrong?"

"This is no time to be getting feministic views involved, Friar." For someone who was literally the definition of evil, Lucas found it ironic, Barty Biggs, although he doubted that was his real name, actually cared about gender equality, had someone spiked the punch bowl?

"Sorry, Sir." Lucas held his head down in shame before looking down at him "Who would you like me to," he paused, looking around as he made sure no one could hear him "bump off?"

"Finally," Biggs sarcastically applauded "an actual sensible question, follow me." He told him before guiding him to a window where you could see most of the party "Her." He pointed to a short blonde in a black fishtail dress.

"But, but, Sir." Lucas looked shocked "She's pregnant, surely whatever she's done to us isn't worth murdering a child?"

"Did you just defy me?" He eyed Lucas up "Because I PROMISE you, if you kill that, that RODENT," he pointed to the mysterious blonde sipping from a glass of champagne before tipping the rest of it into a plant pot in disgust "I will make it worth your while, and of course if you don't," he cracked his knuckles to intimidate him, two heavy built men suddenly appearing behind Lucas "then that's your choice."

"Okay." Lucas nodded, stepping forward with courage, not even daring to question the boss "May I ask why she must be killed?"

"No, you most certainly cannot!" Biggs raised his voice, completely astounded by Lucas' bravery, either that or just plain stupidity "but I can assure you that THING down there is definitely not innocent." He looked down briefly at the blonde, looking disgusted before he turned back to Lucas. Although, something was different about him, Biggs was sporting a smile and for a moment it felt like Lucas was talking to Pappy Joe "Lucas, Lucas, He pulled him in for a hug, whispering slyly in his ear "have I ever asked you to black mark someone who was innocent, no, so cut me a little slack, Buddy, I know what I'm doing." He actually started off sounding friendly, that is until the final part of the sentence, he sounded cruel and ruthless, a sinister smile on his face.

He watched the blonde walk to the lavatory, he stood outside the ladies rest room, his back against the wall as he held a gun in his tuxedo pocket, waiting for her to come out, it would be quick, his aim was excellent, he would shoot her in the head, carry her back into the restroom, place the gun in her hand and make it look like a suicide. Problem solved, accept for one tiny problem, the girl he was about to shoot was….

Author Note: Hey Guys, I hope you enjoyed it, don't forget to Review and Follow as I'm not actually sure when I'll be posting the next chapter, it could be tomorrow, it could be next week, I honestly have no idea :)

For those of you that recognise my screen name and are currently reading Girl Meets The Big C, don't worry I am still updating that one as planned, it's just I was getting a little bored of writing sad pieces, I wanted a little more action, and of course Drama :) xx

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