Summery:
24 year-old Bella doesn't take anyone's crap at all. She is a hired hit woman for Jacob, a mafia manager. One day Jacob's brother Edward a highly trained material arts man is being zoned on by Bella because he is her next target. She doesn't know who he is, but Edward has realized that the moment he set his foot in New York, his brother was going to send someone to kill him. He just never realized that it would be a petite attractive Bella Swan.
A/n: (If you like Mr.&Ms. Smith, you will liek this one. Got the idea form there)
Is it any good? If yes please tell me if I should continue!
...::: Buns and Salad:::...
Chapter 1
Shoving my foot in my black boots, I grabbed my coat, that had a acosse tag underneath the hem. I handed my hotel key in and left.
Walking on New Yorks streets is a nightmare I dread to do. But it's a good way to go unnoticed, easily lost in the crowd.
"Goodmorning Bella dear!" the brunette secretary that I always face in the morning. I wasn't a morning person, not at all, and she was...well annoying.
"Moring" I mumbled back. "Anything new?" I asked her after clearing my voice.
She turned her weal chair to a box that had my name printed on, pulling a brown folder and the New York's times newspaper. "Only these" She replied
I grabbed them politely and left, it was the way I was with everyone. If you had nothing for me, then you weren't anything to me. The building I was in, was designed to make it looks like a normal office building. Inside each neat and pure fake packaging was a dark mischievous thing. Everything from drugs to killing, and all for two things. Money and Power.
As I made my way to my boss's office, I passed by Emmet and Rosalie's office. They were the opposite of each other. Emmet is a reckless and short tempered asshole and Rosalie is also a reckless bitch who is also shot tempered. Okay, so maybe they were both the same. They were the only people I would call 'friends'. But they were idiots for being reckless. I have to clean up after them all the time.
I stopped infront of my bosse's office and adjusted the switchblade in my left pair of boots. Some might stick money, lipstick or phones beside their thighs or boots. I put my normal arming, my alfrando switchblade and (enter a tough tiny gun) gun.
Two guards stood on either side. James a bold thirty year old bastard had his nose broken by me a year ago for being a dumb ass that stood between my target once, glared at me. His partner Laurent had a white cheesy wire around his ear, and blocked me with his broad shoulder that made it clear that the only way you would go into the bosses office is through him, and that's gonna cost you.
He winked when he saw me and moved for me. I rolled my eyes, but kept my mouth shut form throwing a witty remark at him. Before I could even knock on the door, it opened on its own. Esme, our master mind behind all the technology in the building grinned at me from the screen. Our boss was a pussy that has everyone on alert, even his door had to be opened through few equipment. But of course I never said anything about it.
"Morning Boss" I acknowledged him. Jacob was what he wanted to be called, but I liked keeping it professional, one thing always leads to another. He stood up and walked towards me with his shinny shoes that clicked as he walked and stopped five feet away form me.
"Bella, you look pale as usual" He looked at me straight in the eye. Boss was all about criticising, but never complemented me. But that was good; it meant that I didn't need to put a fake smile on.
"Tough night yesterday" I replied smoothly, not smiling. "Emily called and said that you needed some killing done" I skipped the long talk and went to the point. The faster the killing the more money. And the faster I get my money the faster I could pretend that everything was well with my roommate.
"Yes. Edward Mclaw" he turned and walked away. Sometimes, killing my boss seem more fun than all this.
"Consider it done" I swallowed hard and left. I jumped into my baby, my hummer. I drove until I reached my apartment. Edward Mclaw...he sounds familiar to me. I shook my head and grabbed my backpack form the back and quickly changed.
"Izzy! How was your flight form Moscow? You must be tired. Was your niece alright?" I winced at my nickname. Alice, my over hyper roommate is one thing that keeps me rooted in the real world. Where pink is fluffy and bunnies were chubby.
She jumped on me and straggled me, her version of a hug.
"Yeah, turned out to be a lie" I shrugged my coat off and chucked my boots at the corner.
"I will ignore your gloomy mood, but not the mess you make in the house. Now stand up straight and tell me about your day" she picked my boots and put them in the closet.
"Sure mom" I mumbled sarcastically.
"You got food? I am starving!" I opened the fridge in the kitchen.
"You passed the food just now, looks like your blind now" She followed me as I took the food in.
I grabbed the roasted beef piece and shoved it in a bun and added salad in the bun for taste. I sat down on the chair and took a huge bite.
"You my dear child; need to be reminded of table manners" She scolded me, pretending to be my mother again.
I was too hungry to snap something back; I reached the spoon and dunked it in the soup, then flicked it at her. I looked at her from underneath my eyelashes and saw my vegetables soup splatter on her perfectly spikes jet black hair.
"You're in deep shit Bella!" She screeched. Oh no, my innocent pixie friend was going to throw a celery stick at me. I am terrified.
" Hey Em, can you get me anything about Edward Mclaw?" I tapped patiently on my desk.
"is there anything that you could tell me more about?" She replied, as I heard her quick typing on the laptop.
"Yeah, six two and... black with honey eyes" I looked at the file that I got. A picture seemed to be missing though.
"That would narrow it down. But I need more Bella" She typed it in.
"Alright, it says that he is also white and I guess twenty five" I frowned, after each detail there was a note saying that it might to be right. So how the fuck am I supposed to find him if I don't know the way he looks like?
As I waited for my Esme to spill some things about my next target I thought about where I heard that name. Then it all clicked in, Mclaw. That was Jacob's last name too!
And if that wasn't a proof enough, Esme said "Its weird. Mclaw is also Jacob's last name. Must be a coincidence" She thought.
"Alright then. Any more, just text it to me. See you" I clicked the phone shut and cracked my knuckles.
Edward... it sounded old. I never killed an old man, guess this would be the first.
Just then my phone rang. "Yep" I said quickly.
"Meet me at my mansion this moment" Boss ordered.
"Already on my way" I jumped off my chair and grabbed my keys.
Jacob's house was basically made of bullet proof glass, he lived somewhere between nowhere.
"What's up" I saw boss, Rosalie, Emmet, James and Laurent all around bosses window.
They all turned and looked at me.
"I want him dead right now" A shaking Jacob came and stood right in front of me. That's when I saw in blue, a simple word that drove my arrogant boss to shivers.
You. You written in blue.
That was all it would take to scare him? I secretly wanted to laugh at him.
"I am working on it. But you didn't give me his age, where he lives, his pin code. Nothing, how the hell am I supposed to track him down?" I clenched my teeth and said slowly.
If he wasn't my boss, he would be pinned to the ground by now. I hated getting told on what to do.
" Besides... he scares you?" I added.
"He is a very dangerous person that is after me?" He growled.
"What did ya do Jake? Killed his cat" Laughed Emmet.
"I will see what I could do" I walked away without another glance. If I was someone else. I f I wasn't Bella, i would stay there with them. Stay and laugh. But I was Bella, and Bella never has her guard. A lesson I learnt when I was a child.
Stupid boss, soo useless. Sometimes I just won't to kill him. Why, why was Edward a huge threat?
Damn it. I will find out. And when I do, I will make sure that I know exactly who he was.
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