BPOV
I stepped behind him with a gun pointed to his temple. I kissed his head, my red lipstick leaving a mark while I stroked his hair.
"You are in big trouble," I said with a half-menacing half-seductive voice.
"I'm sorry. I promise I won't-- I'll do anything. Be your slave, just please!" he begged, wasting his breath.
"It's too late for apologies, Young." Rosalie slurred alluringly who was sitting in his lap with a knife at his neck, slitting it slightly.
I smiled acidly at Rose and we did our business at one; Rose slitting his neck exactly when I shot him in the head. Rosalie got off the chair and let the body fall to the floor lifeless.
"Let's go." Rose said as we put on our hoods for our cloaks and headed out to our BMW.
We got home and saw Alice practicing shooting at the wall.
"Hey Ali." I said sitting on the couch and cleaning my gun from the blood.
"Hey Bells," she said before turning to smile at me.
We were all we had. We loved each other to the core and worked together. All three of our families were gone. Alice's and my parents died when I was 6 and she was 4. Both of us were raised to be assassins. Rose was abandoned by her parents and joined us a year later and we worked together since then. Rose was the bitchy but kind and sweet side of us. Alice: the most determined to get a dirty job done but most caring and me: the coldest-hearted one and trustworthy one.
We made the best team and the highest ranked assassins and worked for Marlon, our boss the one who took us in an trained us and the head.
We were and have always been unstoppable. We're referred to as: "The Alliance"