A/N: smut in this chapter, main A/N at the end.
Chapter 2
3 years ago
There was once a rookie who trained harder than anyone else in her class.
She fought her way up to prove herself to be the best.
She could do this job, she believed it to the core of herself.
But for every rookie, comes the first time they will have to grow up and do the job.
The rookie jumped at the change for the first time, her first kill.
But the amateur jitters started to get the best of her.
-x-
"I don't know if I can really do this," Rose whispered, her hands shaking ever so slightly with nerves, and she was using all of her energy to keep her breathing and heartbeat steady. She hid her hands under the bar to try and stop the shaking.
"You can do this," the voice spoke in her ear-piece, "You've done all the training, you know exactly what you're doing. You just need the confidence".
She sat at hotel bar, waiting for her mark.
Her first mark.
This was an important part of any assassin's career. The training and the theory were all good and well, but this moment was the moment that would truly tell everyone if she could be a Guardian.
"What if- "
"No what ifs Hathaway, you'll only psych yourself up."
"You don't even know what I was going to say," she huffed to herself, pulling her hair from behind her ear to hide her talking to herself.
"You were going to say 'what if I don't get it on the first hit' or 'what if they catch on to who I am'" the voice mimicked a high pitched 'girly' tone.
"I was actually going to say 'what if you distract me and I miss my mark'."
"I can tell when you're lying, Hathaway."
"Then I'm clearly going in the wrong career, aren't I?" she sipped her drink, nursing her one and only drinking for the night.
"I never said you were a terrible liar, just that I can tell," the voice replied cockily, she could imagine the smirk on their face.
"Because you know me so well?"
"It's because I'm brilliant at my job. It's both a gift and a curse to be this perfect, you know."
"I guess modesty isn't something that you've perfected yet," she muttered.
"Ouch, you wound me."
"I always try, but rarely succeed." She sighed dramatically.
There was a pause at the other end of the line. She knew the jokes were over and the business was going to start. All she had to do right now is to be ready.
"I see the mark, 2 minutes away from you, Hathaway." The voice announced, the joking tone now laced with a seriousness she rarely heard from them.
"Copy that."
And with that, she took off her earpiece and tucked it into her purse. She took exactly three deep breaths and waited for her mark to walk through the doors.
Present
Rose wished there was a book called 'how to make your enemy reveal all their secrets in five minutes or less' because it would be her favourite book right about now.
The long haul was fun in the highs, the first moments, the secret meetings and actual kill but the lulls bored her. There was always so much planning and stake outs that was never Rose's favourite bits. With a standard mark, all the planning would be done internally, over seen by a superior and taken charged by some of the brightest minds in the institution.
But right now, she was building an intricate puzzle in her brain, working out the pieces that she needs for her mission.
Undercover, Rose was on her own, apart from the odd check in with her handler, which Rose plans to do at the pay phone exactly 2.6 miles from her apartment, she had absolutely no contact with Vladimir's otherwise. Her identity needed to authentic and have no holes for someone to notice.
From the file given to her at the beginning of her mission, thanks to Lissa's collection of information, Dimitri seemed to have frequented a place called 'Infinity' in the last couple of weeks.
Clubs were suspected to be a part of Belikov's MO, making his deals right in the middle of busy foot traffic.
Where there was too little camera, and way too many people.
Pacing her room, she thought about herself in his shoes, where he would have the deal, his way in and out, and who he would bring.
She needed to get in the mindset of an arms dealer.
A VIP booth would be possible to have the meeting in, still in the middle of busyness that their conversation could be drowned out.
But Rose would need to see that for herself.
-x-
Rose scouted out the place in the morning, the streets with the evidence of a busy Friday night was still apparent. The litter on the floor and a pile of vomit just around the corner, which Rose swore she could smell from a mile away, made it very clear to the type of place this was.
She knocked on the grey double doors and waited a moment, after no answer she pushed one door open and peeked her head in. Some of the main lights were on, meaning the morning shift had already started.
"Hello?"
A blonde girl, short and petite, came around the corner. She had a couple of facial piercings and one arm completely covered in tattoos.
"Can I help you?" her voice was bored and tired. Rose would be too if she got the short straw of a morning shift on a Saturday.
"Sorry, I know it's a little early," Rose said bashfully, she pulled a jacket out of the bag she brought along with her, "My boyfriend was supposed to be in charge of the jackets, and I think he was given the wrong one last night, is there any way I could check mine's still here?"
The blonde looked Rose up and down for second, before gesturing her inside.
"You know what guys are like, never paying attention to stuff like this."
That made the girl smile.
"I know what that's like," she huffed, "Come round and I'll have a look for you."
Rose followed the girl round across the first dancefloor and towards the cloak room. She noticed the stairs leading to the second floor, with the second dancefloor and bar taking up most of the space. A couple of booths were scattered around the edge of the floor, overlooking the balcony to the first floor, but nothing with much privacy for a deal.
Maybe Rose would re-think where it could be.
Towards the back of the second floor, from what Rose could see from her vision, was a grey door. One that could possibly lead to some offices and stock rooms.
Enough privacy for a meeting between a arms dealer and a buyer.
"What does it look like?" she asked Rose, digging around the leftover jackets on the rails. "Any of these look familiar?"
"It's light brown suede, quite short, zipped pockets," Rose looked at the options the girl held up. "It doesn't look like it's any of those."
"Yeah, I don't see anything like that here, sorry."
"Do you have a lost and found? Maybe it's there."
"We do, I doubt it would be, though."
"Please? The jacket was really expensive, and I would like to make sure I've checked everywhere," she said a little pleadingly.
"The box is upstairs. Let me go grab it." She moved from behind the cloakroom.
"Oh, I could just have a look with you, I would feel so bad if you carried it all the way down here and it wasn't even in there."
Blondie shrugged, uncaringly, and Rose to follow her upstairs.
As Rose had suspected, the door at the back lead to an office and the stock room, with a keypad to enter it, the worker made slight effort to cover the keypad from prying eyes and Rose only managed to make out the last two digits of the four-digit passcode to get it. Well, at least the girl in front of her had some sense of stranger danger.
If Rose's plan was going to work, she would need to know that passcode.
But that could wait till later.
The hallway was narrower than expected. They passed an office with a man typing away on a computer on it, not paying attention to the footsteps just outside his door. He was older, around middle aged, from a glance it looked like the owner of the club from Rose's research.
"Hey Sal," Blondie greeted him, "How's it going?"
"Abby, I'm alright," He looked up at her, greeting gruff and short, and then at Rose, "Anything I can help with?"
"Lady wanted to look for something at lost and found" she nodded her head towards Rose, or Lady, as she so pleasantly put it. "Got the key?"
"I can do it, why don't you finish your opening," he got out of his chair and took a key off the wall.
"Sweet thanks boss," Abby thanked him before turning to Rose, "hope you find it,"
She was a woman of few words it seemed.
"I hate to take up time in your day, sir," Rose smiled at him politely, "I just need to make sure I've looked everywhere for this jacket."
"No problem at all, follow me," he walked further down the hallway, Rose looked into the doors that could. One was a stockroom, with someone in it restocking wines, another office, unattended, and another room big enough for the meeting to go in. It looked like a break room with its sofa and chairs, but it was the only place that could hold an actual meeting.
The lost and found cupboard was right at the back of the hallway, under lock and key.
"Have at it," he said stepping aside, "There's quite a lot to sift through there,"
"Thank you," Rose stepped towards the cupboard, overwhelmed by the amount of stuff in there, her eyes widened a little in surprise and the man next to her left out a short laugh.
"People leave a lot of things lying around."
"I can see that."
"I'll give you a moment to dig around, I'll be in my office when you're done."
"Lovely, thank you," Rose gave him one of her sweetest smiles, thankful for the lack of supervision.
Rose appeared five minutes later at his office door with a slight sad look on her face for show and her goal accomplished.
-x-
Rose tested out the device when she got home, seeing if the mics she put into the suspected room worked. If Rose's instincts were wrong, then she would be at square one.
She set up camp on the dining room in the small apartment that she was put up in. Listening to the mics work in that room, there was nothing but idle chatter, Rose set up the record for her to listen to while she was going to be at the club tonight.
The day passed with Rose doing more research, the club's layout, entrance and exits, all the employees, and the owner's connection to Dimitris.
There was none. Rose's best guess was he had a connection was with the buyer.
-x-
Clubs was always something Rose loved to indulge herself in.
The loud pounding music with sweaty bodies of strangers to get lost in appealed to Rose like nothing else.
In her freer years she would spend every other weekend in one, with friends she once had.
Memories of happy laughs, drunken kisses, and blinding lights came back to her.
When things were a lot simpler.
Rose picked the far corner of the club, on the bottom floor dancefloor, with a great view of the door. The first floor was busy enough for her to not be noticed by anyone in particular.
Her dance partner behind her, seemingly a lot more interested in her than she was in him, ran his hands over hips and tried to drag her closer to him. Rolling her eyes, she plucked his greasy hands off of her body and gave him a small "I'm not interested."
She weaved her way through the crowd, away from the guy, making her 'hands off' intention clear to him.
With her eye on the door at the back, she saw some movement coming from it, but it was too dark for her to see exactly who it was.
Once the second body followed them, she started making her way through. The figure could possibly be Dimitri, but she wasn't sure.
There were two exits in the building, both on the floor she was one, she needed to pass the potential buyer.
Moving closer to the staircase, she identified Dimitri and the man he was with, Dimitri's right hand man Ivan that Rose recognised from pictures, which meant the buyer was still in there.
She weaved her way back into the crowd, willing herself to get lost in. If Dimitri saw her, she would miss the buyer.
But no one else was coming out of that room.
Dimitri and Ivan came down the stairs, getting the attention of women from nearby, which made Rose roll her eyes for the second time that night.
She turned around to avoid her face being seen and began swaying her hips to the music, blending in. Dancing by herself for a while and enjoying her own company.
She felt an arm wrap around her.
She was about to turn around to give the person a piece of her mind when she met the eyes of no other than Dimitri.
"You look familiar," she felt the warm breath of his words on her cheek.
Rose felt forward and kissed his jaw.
"I would hope so, I didn't think I could be forgotten that easily."
"I don't know," he cocked his head a little, hands at her waist, moving upward to sit just under her bra, "I might need a little reminder."
"Don't you need to catch up with your friend?" she gestured to the figure now walking away from them, heading towards the exit. She couldn't risk looking up at the room with Dimitri this close.
"They can find their way out on their own."
"And will we?"
"Hm?"
"Will we be finding out way out too, or somewhere a little more convenient for the both of us?"
Dimitri smiled, eyes darkening, and grabbed Rose's hands directing her through the crowd.
With no words spoke, he pushed her into a bathroom at the back corner, away from the main toilets, and locked the door. He picked her up at the thighs and pushed her back against the wall attacking her mouth. Rose wrapped her legs around his body and gripped his hair, giving him the same fervour back.
He groaned when she bit his lips.
She started reaching between them, cupping his growing bulge, and smiling at his vocal reactions. She loved the sounds he made.
Dimitri grabbed her hand at the wrist and the other wrist and held them up above her head. He pushed his hips closer to Rose's and his lips moved down to leave kisses and bits on her neck.
"Fuck," Rose moaned, "Need you to fuck me now."
She thrusted her hips forward to meet Dimitri's. He let her hands go and let her down to guide her to the bathroom sink.
He placed either one of her hands on the side of the sink and pushed her upper body forward so she could arch her back. Getting on the same page, she spread her legs wider and arched her back as much as she could.
"Good girl," Dimitri spoke into her each, the words earning a shiver down her back. He pulled her skirt up to her hips and moved her panties to the side to run his fingers along her slit. "So wet for me."
"Please," gasped Rose, and let out a louder gasp when she felt two of his fingers at her entrance. He dragged his fingers up to her clit to circle a few times before bringing back down to stretch her out for him.
Rose impatiently pushed back against his fingers chanting "more, more".
"Patience, baby," he soothed. He treated her with another finger and the other hand to her clit. Rose was already on the edge and needed him inside of her asap.
Rose let one of her hands go of the sink to try and grab at Dimitri's belt.
"If you don't fuck me already, I'm going to leave you here with blue balls," she threatened. His chuckle followed his fingers leaving her, and Rose gratefully heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and jeans unzipping.
Dimitri wasted no time in pushing himself in to the hilt, causing Rose to almost lose her balance. He caught her at her hips, keeping her in place as he set a slow, hard pace.
Rose, already close at the edge, was being kept there with his pace, but she didn't want to come yet, she wanted to last a little longer. Dimitri placed kisses on her shoulder and neck as he fucked her closer to oblivion, his heavy breaths like a symphony to Rose.
"Faster," Rose breathed, "I'm so close,"
He wasted no time in increasing his pace and hitting a spot that made Rose pant, she brought one of her own hands down to her clit
"That's it, baby, touch yourself," he grunted. And that alone was enough for Rose to see white behind her eyes, her orgasm racking through her body.
Dimitri's hips faltered through her orgasm, his own orgasm impending, he placed his head on her shoulder as he slammed his hips into her three more times, ending with a groan.
Rose half wished they bothered with a condom at this moment, knowing the mess she'll have to clean up when she gets home.
Both of them were silent, in their post coital bliss, until Dimitri pulled out, getting some toilet roll for Rose to clean herself up, she turned around from the sink to face him.
"Thank you," she gave a small smile before looking around. "Probably shouldn't think too much about the cleanliness of this place, huh?"
"Probably not," he reached out to cup her cheek, "Maybe next time we can go somewhere with a standard of hygiene."
"Setting up another booty call, Dimitri?"
"Give me your number," he kissed her cheek, giving little butterfly kisses to her lips, "I want to take you out. Maybe have dinner. Or an actual conversation"
"A conversation? Really treating ourselves, aren't we?"
"Is that a no?" he pulled back and quirked his brow.
"Pick me up at eight tomorrow." she grabbed his face and pulled him towards her.
Maybe Dimitri thought it was meant to be, Rose thought as she kissed him, them bumping into each other two nights in a row.
Maybe he was on to her already and keeping his enemies close
But Rose was going to take whatever she could get.
A/N: I wrote this chapter, hated it then deleted then rewrote it two more times until I got this.
My writing isn't perfect, I'm aware of its flaws, I write for fun only. So please be nice lol.
I have an actual full storyline in place so can we get a whoop whoop.
xx