Naïve

Day One (Nick's POV)

I heard my name being called and stood up, pushing my chair backwards and looking expectantly at the door.
A tall man entered, followed by Oliver, my boss, who nodded at me before facing the first man again.
"Mr Jonas-" The man began.
"I go by Nick," I interrupted.
The man smiled warmly, "Very well then. Nick, I know you've worked for us for a good number of years, and you've been exceptional, no doubt about that. But now, it's time to-" He paused, searching for the right words, "Challenge you a little."
I tilted my head slightly, "I'm listening."
"Which is why I've decided to give you a harder case," He explained, gesturing for me to sit down, "Here's what I need you to do..."

He finished, leaving the case file in my hands and turning away, but then looked back.
"Anything you need, Nick?" He smiled.
I searched through the pages, shaking my head no.
"Alright then, I guess I'll see you at your next briefing." He reached the door.
"Woah," I gasped, looking at a picture of her, "What could she have done wrong?"
"Let's just say, you don't want to get too attached," He warned, "There's more to Miss Cyrus than meets the eye."

I walked out of the room about an hour later after scanning the file carefully. I dropped it into the bin, and instantly there was a flash of light as it was burned. She's a pretty girl, I thought to myself, shame I have to kill her.

Day One(Miley's POV)

Most people look left then right before crossing the road. I look behind me.
A man in a black suit was following me, I decided. No one goes this side of town wearing a tie.
I clicked the door of my Lamborghini open and slid into the front, quickly slamming it shut again as I started the ignition.
I checked my wing mirror to see the man climb into his car and say something into a microphone.
Bring. It. On.
I slammed the pedal down and expertly steered the car round a series of bends and turns, accelerating in the hope of losing him.
I looked back again to see him still following me. He opened some kind of compartment and pulled out a dull, silver object, aiming it out the window.
Shit.
I swerved violently out of the way, hearing the sound of glass smashing as the bullet hit my wing mirror and my tyres squealing as the traction gave way.

The car spun round 360and hurtled towards a bush. It stopped and I jumped out, unfastening my gun from its canister and shooting a few bullets into the tyres of the speeding car. Walking around the Lamborghini, I inspected the damage.
Not too much, just a couple of scratches, dents and messed up tyres that a few thousand dollars can easily fix.
Suddenly, I heard a soft ticking sound and I lurched behind the nearest trees, fast enough to see my precious car combust, before the charred remains tipped over, rolling their way down the hill towards the lake.

Fuck. There goes my ride home.

Day One(Nicks POV)

I pulled up, the wheels of my Mercedes Benz scraping against the asphalt. She was where Oliver said she would be, pressed up against the bark of a tree. I rolled down my window, trying to look as if I hadn't been expecting this.
"Hey," I called, "You need a lift?"
"My mum told me never to get in a car with strange men." She joked. I think. Either way, I laughed and got out of my car.
"Come on," I said, "I can't leave a pretty girl like you out here on her own, now, can I?"
She laughed, "Alright."
I pulled her up by her hand and gave her a loose smile.

"So, where did you say you were staying?" I asked after starting my car.
"I didn't." She stated.
"Umm, okay," I began awkwardly.
"I'm staying in a hotel, just drop me off when we get into the city." She told me.
"Why don't you come back to my place, maybe we can have a drink or two." I winked.
She looked over at me, "I'd like that."

Day One(Miley's POV)

I was in his bathroom, pretending to wash my face. We got back a few minutes ago, and his place was actually pretty nice. I opened my purse after checking no one was watching. Years of running from the law makes you slightly paranoid.
Sweet, I thought, I remembered my gun.
Opening the door, I made my way down to where he was.
He'd already poured two glasses of wine, one for me and one for him.
"So," He began, "What's your name?"
"Miley," I answered, "Yours?"
"Nick." He answered, "Pretty name by the way."
"Thanks,"
We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then I picked up my drink. He was studying me intently, but making it look as if he wasn't.
I sipped the wine, noticing it had a weird taste.
"Like it?" He questioned.
"Yeah, thanks." I lied.
I felt myself becoming a bit weaker. That's funny, I thought, I'm not a lightweight or anything.
My mind began to go blank, and I felt sick.
Then a pair of strong arms wrapped around my body and picked me up.
But that's all I can remember.

Day One (Nick's POV)

Okay, so I may have spiked her drink. What else was I meant to do? I can't trust myself around a really hot, drunk girl, and I can't exactly ... 'get attached' to her.
Even if I wasn't planning on killing her, I couldn't trust her. I can't trust anyone.
Or get close to anyone.
Or love anyone.