Two days later I found my self in an alley waiting for that disgusting pig Frank Jones to meet me. It was a pretty good plan, gave him a little show and told him to meet me in the alley. Men there so disgusting, they would do anything as long as you promised them sex.

"Hey baby I brought a friend." I looked up towards the stupid drunk to see Bobby standing next to him.

"Hey Candy." Bobby smirked.

"I thought your name was Jessica." Frank looked confused.

"Oh so it's Jessica today, I see. Well Jessica what are you doing for my good old friend Frank."

"Who do you think you are, following me where ever I go! Who hired you, is this some sort of test that I'm obviously flunking." I was pissed.

"What?" Bobby was confused.

"What's going on out here?" Two obvious mobsters came from down the alley.

"Frank what cha doing back here." I watched as the one guy reached into his pocket.

"Nothing man just standing." Frank laughed.

"Great just great, I can't believe you Frank this was suppose to be a private moment. I'm not like that; I don't want to be shared." I began to fake cry.

"Who are they?" The man pointed towards Bobby and I.

"Why Frank!" I ran up to Bobby and threw my arms around him. "Whatever you do don't move." I carefully moved my one hand and grabbed my gun.

"Jessica!" Frank whined like a little baby.

"Ok when I say move, move." I let go of Bobby and stood in front of him.

"I don't think so." He had his gun to me.

"Whoa she's got a gun!" Frank started freaking out.

"You just made a big mistake." I pushed Bobby out of the way and shot the two guys.

"PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME!" I turned around to see Bobby pointing his gun towards Frank.

"Put your gun down." I held my gun up to his head. "I'm serious put your gun down."

He just stood there in the same position not even moving. "I'm serious put the…" But before I knew it, Bobby had his gun on me.

"Oh so you want to play like this."

"Who are you?" Bobby voice sounded harsh.

"Oh we didn't even go on our first date and you're already pulling a gun on me." I laughed.

"Tell me why you were at Foxmoor apartment building a couple weeks back." He pressed the gun on my head tighter.

"What I have a business to take care of, I got to make money some how."

He didn't say anything; I could hear him breathing hard.

"Alright then." I couldn't take it any more. With one quick move I had Bobby on the ground and I was sitting on top of him.

"I don't need to tell you anything." I looked up and saw Frank running away. "Stop following me, your gonna get yourself hurt." I got off him and ran after Frank.

Of course the asshole Frank got away. This guy was harder to hit then I have planned. I gave up and began to walk home.

I decided to stop at the liquor store for something to drink. I walked inside and said hello to Joey the owner. He was one of my connections to the mob, kept me updated on things that I should know about.

I went to open the cooler when I heard a familiar voice. "Hi Candy." I turned around to see the attractive man Stefan.

"Hi, wow I wasn't expecting to see you here." I smiled.

"Yeah you either."

"So, how's your night going?" I was making stupid small talk.

"I won 150 in a poker game."

"Wow you must be good."

"Yeah, pool's really my game."

"Oh that's interesting."

"Hey Mercedes." Joey smiled.

"Hey Joey."

"Mercedes?" Stefan looked at me.

"Oh yeah I'm so sorry. My names Mercedes, Candy is one of my al…I mean my stripper name." I smiled. I almost slipped to this guy about my identity.

"Well nice to meet you Mercedes. I'll see you around." Stefan smiled. "See ya Joey."

"Yeah bye Stefan don't forget to tell your father."

I turned around and looked at Joey. "Who is he?"

"Mercedes…"

"What Joe! Come on tell me who is he."

"Alright, cause your such a sweet girl. That's Johnny Demarco's son."

I almost fainted, "Your kidding right. Johnny Demarco as in big time mob boss, he runs pretty much everyone in the big cities everywhere. No you're joking right; I mean why would he even talk to me. Oh my god I think I'm going to faint."

"Calm down Mercedes it's ok, I'm pretty sure he doesn't know who you are."

"I hope so."

"Yeah…oh hey look who it is Bobby Mercer." I looked over towards the door, Bobby walked in and smiled.

"Would you just leave me alone!" I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.

"Aw leaving so soon, we didn't even get to talk yet."

"I'll see you later Joey."

"Yeah you better watch out for this Bobby, he's a whole lot of trouble."

"I think I can handle him. Come on Bobby." I grabbed his arm and led him outside.

"Ok, so listen I am going to go home and drink this whole bottle of Jack by myself. I suggest that you just leave me alone and stop following me. If you want answers you're coming to the wrong person." I began walking away.

I heard a clicking of a gun. "Well who else am I suppose to ask then."

I turned around to the barrel of Bobby's gun. "God would you stop pointing that thing at me! Look if I could I would tell you everything about me, but it's against my company policy. So if you really want to know I am basically a private detective, I working on a big case with the mob right now. It was going pretty well till you and your brothers came along. So all I can suggest is for you to back off, ok. Ok well then good night." I walked away.

"Why should I believe you!" He yelled

"I'm not telling you too am I." I smiled and walked down the road.

Before I went to sleep that night I doubled checked everything just in case Bobby or someone else might of followed me home. Who knows, as an assassin we always have to be on our toes.

It bothered me as I slept that I almost told the truth to Stefan, but couldn't even come up with a better lie to tell Bobby. I guess in a way I wanted them both to chase me.