The next night I found myself at my usual Thursday night job. My alias Candy the sweet but nasty stripper.

Strip clubs bring in a lot of gangsters, and mostly the mob. They run everything behind the scenes and send some jack ass of a guy to pretend to be our manger. He's usually either really fat, ugly and balding or a skinny missing some teeth bald trailer type. Every one of them is pretty much the same, an asshole.

I looked out into the crowd, it seemed like the regulars were sitting in their usual places. Nothing new really, accept for this man. He was really attractive, dark hair, green eyes, nice ass. I only hoped that he wasn't the guy that I was supposed to hit.

"Candy what you staring at?" One of the other girls came and stood next to me.

"Nothing come on before Dave comes and yells at us." I walked over towards the bar.

"Hey Candy, got something for ya." Garrett the bartender handed me and envelope.

"Thanks." It was good to have a fellow assassin along with you.

I walked into the back and opened the envelope. It was my assignment for my hit. Frank Jones, tall, pretty skinny, ugly with some big ass buck teeth. Always wears a trucker hat, big woman molester. Oh great just what I wanted to hear, just another asshole who borrowed money or something from the wrong people.

"Candy, there you are. There is a man at table eight, he requested you."

I walked out and looked over towards table eight. It was that guy I was staring at before.

As I walked over towards the table, I felt a sharp sting on my butt. I turned around to scummy Frank Jones laughing. "Ooo you got a nice one don't ya sweetie."

I was so tempted to turn around and knock him one, but I didn't. I smiled and walked away.

"Hi, my name's Candy and I'll be your waitress and entertainment for tonight."

"Nice to meet you Candy my names Stefan please take a seat."

"I really can't, but can I get you anything else."

"Yeah a glass of water will be fine." He smiled.

"A man that comes to the strip club and wants a glass of water. Alright, I'll be back with your water." I laughed.

I walked over towards the bar. "What did he say?" Asked Cindy

"He asked me for a glass of water." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh…what does that mean."

I tried not to laugh, "Cindy he just wants a glass of water."

"Oh…ok." She laughed. Blondes you gotta love them.

I walked back over to the table and handed Stefan his drink. "Anything else?"

"No thank you, I'll see you around Candy." He took a swig of his water and got up.

"Ok bye." I was really confused.

"CANDY! CANDY! Come on your up next." Cindy came running up to me.

I walked into the back and got ready. I hated this part; who ever thought that a half naked dancing on a pole was sexy deserves to be shot!

"Jack what are we doing here?" Bobby was pissed.

"Come on Bobby half naked women dancing on poles, yeah!" Jack laughed.

"Jack you better have a good reason why I shouldn't kick your ass now."

"Bobby look over towards to that table. You see him." Angel nodded.

"Yeah, that's our guy. Good work little fairy." Bobby and Angel started walking away.

"Ugh Bobby, Angel."

"What Jack." Bobby walked over towards him.

"Isn't that the girl we saw the other night?" Jack pointed to me on stage.

"Damn!" Angel smiled.

I looked out into the crowd and saw Jack pointing right at me. Angel was drooling and Bobby looked shocked.

"Shit!" I fell off the pole.

"BOO! Get your ass up and dance!" Frank yelled from his seat.

I was embarrassed; all I could do was get up and run off the stage.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE CANDY!" Dave smacked me.

"I quit." I pushed passed him and grabbed my stuff.

"YOU CAN'T QUIT ON ME!" Dave grabbed my arm.

"Get off me." I couldn't help it assassin mode came in and I kicked his ass. "Never ever touch me again!"

Dave laid on the floor bleeding from his mouth.

That was it I had to move fast, I had to pop that motherfucker Frank and get the fuck out of there. But how was I going to do it.

"I told it was her!" Jack was smiling.

"Shut up Jack I know. What the hell is he doing here." Bobby walked into the back.

"Mercedes you in here!" I could hear his voice as I strapped on my boots.

"Bobby I don't think she's back here."

"Listen up!" Bobby pulled out his gun.

The girls screamed and huddled into a group. "Don't shoot us!" One of the girls screamed.

"Angel take care of them."

"My pleasure, alright all you girls over to the wall." Angel smiled.

"Yo Mercedes I know your in here. I just want to talk."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't reveal to him or anyone my identity I did all I could do, run for my life.

"Jack stop her!" Bobby yelled.

I looked behind me as I ran out of the club, Jack was getting close.

"Hey slow down we just want to talk!" Jack yelled.

"No! I can't!" I ran for my car.

The next thing I knew I was on the ground staring up at Bobby.

"Damn!" I rubbed my head.

"Why you runnin?" Bobby smiled.

"Oh hey." I got up like nothing was wrong.

"Hey Candy, who's your friends." Garrett came out to where we were standing.

"Oh I'm alright don't worry. This is Bobby, his brother Jack and Angel."

"Hey nice to meet you."

"Oh so Candy is it. Tell me Candy why were you runnin?"

"Oh you know I thought you guys were someone else. My fault I guess. Anyway it was nice seeing you guys again, I have to get going." I began walking away.

"Yeah we'll see you around." Bobby gave me a suspicious look.

I smiled and walked away.

"You believe that girl man?" Angel walked over towards Bobby.

"Na not one bit. Come on." Bobby, Jack and Angel walked over to his car.

"No hit tonight then I guess." Garret was laughing.

"What's so funny?" I was pissed.

"Oh I'm sorry I thought you were someone else, what are you trying to pull with those guys?"

"Nothing, I just met them the other night at a bar. I really didn't think I would see them again."

Garret grabbed my arm, "There not following you are they?"

"No of course not, now come on we still have Frank Jones to take care of."

"How about Mercedes you call it a night and will take care of him tomorrow. He ain't going no where I'm sure of it."

"Alright see you Garrett." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and left.

That night as I laid in bed I thought about what Garrett said. Maybe they were following me, I mean from the night at the apartment with that one hit, to seeing them at the bar, to this. I had to keep my guard up, I didn't had no idea what these guys were capable of.