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knock-it-off-5sos · 8 years ago

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Riddle me this

Genre: Hitman!Luke, Gang!5SOS, smut (yea basically mature content.)

Words: 26,334

Pairing: Reader x Luke

You’d think killing your sworn enemy should be easy. Then how come it’s not?

One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue

“You’re asking me for a favour? What are you, kidding?” you hissed between gritted teeth.

“You betrayed our boss. You betrayed us. What did you expect? A fucking diploma and some flowers? To get away with it? Oh, I’m sorry, but unlike you, I’m loyal to Mino,” you let the harsh words roll of your tongue hasty. The man in front of you raised his hands as you aimed your gun at his head. He knew all too damn well not to betray your boss, Mino, like he had. Being unloyal to the boss was a huge crime in the gang, the biggest crime one could commit. You just didn’t. You, out of everyone, had the highest respect for Mino. Not only because you got along with him so well, but because he was the one who had taken you in when you were abandoned on the street as a baby. He was the one who gave you warm clothes, arms to be protected in, and a home. He provided you with everything a child could ever need. Mino never considered himself your father, and you never considered him to be yours. He was so young when he found you, only sixteen. He had just ran away from the gang he was a member of back then, and was on his own. Seeing that you’re eighteen now, he is thirty five. Still in his prime, now being a great leader.

Mino prefered a small gang, one he knew would be loyal to him. He knew hitmen weren’t supposed to feel a thing killing anyone. That meant, even the members, if ordered to. Yet, he found himself rewriting those rules. Instead, he wanted true loyalty within the group as well as to him. Killing another member was off the charts. You should protect your members as if they were your family.

Mino’s gang included only four members. The boss himself, you, Jack and Tyler. Jack and Tyler were a few years older than you, and Mino had been keeping track of them for a while before actually reaching out to them. He only did that when they both got kicked out of school because they were in a serious brawl with each other. It had been so bad they messed each other’s faces up pretty bad. Mino showed up, offered them to work for him, and it didn’t take long for the two boys to end up being really close friends.

The thing to remember with gangs, is that there is always another gang, wanting something from you or with you. Either money, drugs, deals or missions. Mino knew that, he knew it was a dangerous lifestyle. The profession you had wasn’t exactly clean. Seeing that you were the main hitman in his gang, you often got the missions thanks to your streetknowledge. Jack and Tyler worked more with drugs and deals. Jack being the best communicator in the group, charming and always knowing what to say in order to get his opponent to agree with him. Tyler, wanting to keep things more on the downlow, unless something went wrong, or someone didn’t deliver. Then he turned hitman in the span of a few seconds.

Another important thing to keep in mind, is that people tend to betray their bosses from time to time. Just like this man in front of you, had with Mino. He was relatively new in your gang, had only been working with you for a couple of months, when Jack started noticing how other gangs tended to find out things about your gang too fast to be true. The coward had just smirked, before making a run for it when you had confronted him. He was not to be protected by another member. Seeing he was not one in the first place. He was a fraud.

“All I’m asking is for you to let me go,” he swallowed loudly, making you laugh.

“I’m not restricting you, am I?” you cocked your head to one side, challenging him to move. His eyes twitched for a short second, and with parted lips, he took a step back. Hands still in the air as his eyes were dead set on yours. “However,” you said, smacking your lips together, letting your head fall down as a complacent laugh came from you. “You do that, and I’ll shot.”

There was a remarkable change in his facial expression. Brows furrowed, a wrinkle in between them. Eyes wide, frightened. Lips pressed together, rendering them into a thin line.

“Either way, I’m gonna die,” his eyes were still wide open, staring at you, as the words came out as a faint whisper. You heard it, though, and couldn’t help but tilt your head down slightly, gazing at him through your black lashes. Sneering readily.

“Spot on,” you said, pointing at him with your index finger. “I would say clever guy, but seeing you just fucked up big time…” you shook your head slightly from side to side, making a ‘tsk’-ing sound with your tongue while doing so. With an expressionless face, you looked up at him again, meeting his regretful eyes.

“Wh-” his voice is interrupted by the sound of your phone going off. With a dark groan, you fish it up from your pocket, lowering your gun. The name on the screen along with the picture made you curse under your breath. This damn boy had the tendency to call at the worst of the worst times.

“Jack, now is not a good time,” your words were rushed as you spoke to one of your coworkers over the phone. Even though both Jack and Tyler could be seen as your colleagues, they were still your best friends. Seeing it was pretty tough making friends outside of your job. It was a never ending job, thus making friends outside of the lifestyle was pretty much impossible. Jack and Tyler been in this gang for a while, and you had gotten to know them all too well since you all lived together at your headquarters.

The headquarters of Mino’s hideout was located just outside of Sydney, in an abandoned apartment district. Other gangs usually referred to it as the ‘forbidden city,’ due to Mino, knowing how dangerous he and his gang was. Knowing how precise and steady his main Hitman, you, were on the hand. Knowing you never missed a shot, never letting your target slip away, unless that was the plan. No one walked into the forbidden city unless invited. And if they did, they didn’t walk out.

Of course, there was not merely Mino’s gang that was well known as one of the most harmful and dangerous ones. This other gang, in another part of Sydney, were described as terrifying by other criminals in this world. There had always been a tension between Mino and their leader, Ashton. Somehow, they had managed to not kill each other, yet. Mino was not very fond of Ashton, and the few times you had encountered Ashton, you felt horrified. Which rarely happened.

Ashton’s gang contained four members, himself included. But he had this one member, who you competed with constantly, namely, Luke Hemmings. Luke was an outstanding hitman, one of the best in the field. If it was anyone out there that you feared, except for Ashton, it was definitely Luke. He was the kind of enemy you didn’t wanna piss off.

You allowed your eyes to wander towards the fraud, only to see that he was making his way towards the door. You needed to act quick, he was not getting away that easily.

“Hello to you too,” Jack chuckled through the phone. You began pacing quickly towards the man, soon running in the door’s direction. “Seriously, not a good time. I’ll call you back, bye,” you hung up the phone, placing it in your pocket again. Reaching the door that he had now opened, you slammed your hand against it, closing it in front of his nose, before he was able to escape. He briskly turned around in fear, gulping when he realized you had him trapped. You placed your gun under his jaw, pressing it against his flesh.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you hummed in the end, widening your eyes while doing so, to create a hair-raising effect. He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Not to heaven, that’s for sure,” you added tastelessly, pressing harder on his jaw. He was forced to look up at you.

“Fuck you.” His words were strained as he pressed his eyelids down.

“Mino would have loved to hear that. Maybe we should go say hi to him? Bet he would torture you so much you’d wish I had shot you,” you spat back. The man froze under your grip on him, his face turning pale.

“Suck my dick.” He courageously said, his eyes beginning to twitch when you force the hard metal on your gun further into his jaw. “Since you wanted to act bold,” you smiled sweetly at him, withdrawing your gun from his face, pulling the trigger two times while aiming the gun down at his crotch. You heard attenuated moans deep down in his throat, but they seemed to come out as small whimpers. His eyes began tearing up as a sign of agony.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell your boss how audacious you were just seconds before you died,” you whispered in his ear. Taking a step back, you watch his body slide down against the wall as he cups his crotch with his small hands. “In fact, I’ll even refer to you when I nicely tell them to not interfere with our business again,” you raised your full eyebrows, aiming straight at his forehead. The only thing being heard before the bullet hit his head, was the vague yelp he let out.

You observed him as his body collapsed completely on the floor, crouching down to his level immediately after. You put two fingers under his jaw, feeling no pulsation at all. As dead as one can be.

Gawking at him, you grabbed your phone once more, unlocking it and clicking on the little phone icon with the green background. Sucking on your lower lip, you let your head wobble gently from side to side. Three long beeps echo in your ear, but then he finally picks up.

“Y/n?” he sounded complacent as he spoke longingly.

“Jack, you called?” you asked him with a confused voice, only to hear his muffled chuckle and smug groan. You furrowed your brows, but you weren’t surprised. It was Jack, after all.

“Yes, yes I did,” he said, pausing for a short moment. “Mino wants to see you,” he added, almost sounding like the sibling who got away from the scolding, knowing their parent was about to scold the other sibling. “Where are you, by the way?” He asked curiously. You rolled your eyes, smiling at the boy through the phone.

“Had to take care of something Mino requested. I’m near, will be there in a minute,” you said, hanging up. Before placing the phone in your pocket, you snapped a few pictures of the man in front of you. Shaking your head to get rid of what just had happened, you cleared your mind and headed back to the safe place.

Walking through the door, you spotted Jack sitting comfortably on the couch eating pizza from a box, a coke in his free hand. He greeted you with a smile and a nod, mumbling your name with his mouth full of food. You scoffed at him, shaking your head and walking over to where he sat, grabbing a slice of pizza from the box, poking your tongue out to Jack. He almost spat out the coke he had in his mouth, one of his hands flying up to cover his mouth. He coughed, laughing at the same time.

“Fuck off,” he said, trying to sound mad about you making him laugh when he had food and coke in his mouth. You shrugged your shoulders at him, knowing you had to go anyway.

Strolling out of the living room towards Mino’s office, you bumped into Tyler, he placed his hand on your back as you walked past him in the hallway. He came from Mino’s office. “Hey Ty, where are you headed?” you asked, and gave him a sweet smile that reached your eyes.

“Need to take care of some shit, delivery gone wrong. You know how it is,” he shrugged his shoulders, but you could tell he was pissed.

“Okay, be careful,” you gave him a short hug, and he returned it before heading towards the door. You heard Jack whine loudly, and when you turned your head to see what was going on, you laughed. Tyler had stolen a slice of pizza just like you, and Jack wasn’t having any of it. Before Jack could grasp Tyler, he was already out the door.

You knocked softly on the wooden door two times before opening it and walking into his office.

“Y/n! I’m happy to see you, how’d it go?” he said, knowing exactly what you had been up to, since he was the one giving you the order to kill him. When Mino had heard that the man had betrayed him, he was beyond mad. Without hesitating, he commanded you to run after him and take care of him. And seeing that was your job, you did, without questioning him.

You opened up your camera album, clicking on the latest picture taken, and held it up for him to see. He huffed a smile, and nodded. Rising from his chair behind his desk, he walked around it and leaned against it in front of you. You put the phone down, giving him a disconcerted look.

“Thanks, that was necessary. I’ll take care of the body. As for now, I have a mission for you,” he said, placing his index finger on his lower lip, arching one eyebrow. You acknowledged his statement, nodding and paying close attention, knowing you had to remember all the details in order to successfully carry out your mission.

“Did you talk to Tyler before you came in here?” He asked, looking down on his feet, only to avert his gaze from them, up to you again. You noticed his worried expression that threatened to take over his entire face. Discomfort begun creeping up on you, and you felt a cold shiver rush down your spine as you waited for more words from him, so there would be some context.

“Yeah, um, he said he would take care of some things. Apparently there was some issues with a delivery?” you shook of the shiver that just ran down your spine, and focused on Mino’s eyes as he took a deep breath. “Not just any delivery. This is big, y/n. We’re talking a delivery supposed to cover most of the criminal gangs in this town.” His words urged a gasp from you, and he nodded in response. “I know drugs aren’t your main profession, and trust me, you’re not gonna go near any drugs with this mission,” he explained, making small hand-gestures as he talked. “Since this is a delivery gone wrong, not just to us, but basically to every customer out there, there are going to be a lot of people on the hunt for the target. Which means, people are going to hunt this target down and kill it without blinking, and they won’t care if they kill someone on the way. Now, I know you’re one of the best hitmen out there, but I’m just saying, fighting for a target like this screams for a underground war amongst the criminal gangs. Watch your back,” as he kept talking, you felt yourself tensing up. His way of describing this mission as if it were the most hard and dangerous one you’d ever get yourself involved in made you shudder.

“Why did the delivery go wrong?” you found yourself asking the first thing that came to your mind. He grinned, shaking his head, obviously trying to cover up how mad he actually was. His dark green cargo pants hugged his thighs, his black boots looking steady on the floor as he paced with small steps along his desk.

“Because they didn’t deliver, at all. It was a scam,” he said, shrugging his shoulders while staring at you bluntly.

“Oh, wow,” you said, blinking rapidly a few times as you looked down on his boots, trying to figure out how one could be that stupid. You heard him mutter something, and you assumed it was unimportant since he sighed shortly after. “But you already sent Tyler, do you want me to back him up?” you looked at him questionly, letting your index finger trail over your nose.

“I sent him to replace the drugs we just lost, but he knows all about this. You know how he is, though, so don’t be surprised if he decides to go on a hunt with you, like the little hitman he is,” you chuckled deeply at his last words, and saw how his eyes filled with amusement as well. “Y/n,” he said after a few seconds, the tone of his voice and his eyes back to being fully serious.

“Mino,” you countered, and he smiled.

“I don’t want them involved with your mission. This is the type of mission I know only you can handle, and I don’t want them out there on the field, getting themselves killed. Don’t get me wrong, Jack and Tyler are both amazing hitmen, but this is different. And I know this is what you’re proficient in,” he said, giving you a knowing look. You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest. “I understand, I’ll handle this,” you said, cocking one eyebrow as you tilted your head to your side, scanning his face.

“Be careful, I’m serious y/n, I don’t want to lose you,” he were suddenly talking as if this were a really dangerous person, which you furrowed your brows at. It couldn’t be that bad. It was a scam, nothing that hadn’t occurred before. You’d dealt with these kinds of missions plenty of times before. But of course, that was more directed to when the dealers had scammed your gang only. This time there were many more groups involved.

You took a few steps to get in front of him, and placed your hand on his shoulder, looking him deeply in the eyes. “Mino,” you said with a scolding tone, but at the same time there were something that resembled hurt entwined with it. “I’ll take care of it, I promise. Trust me,” you said, shaking his shoulder lightly, forcing him to relax some tension.

“I know you will,” he said, scoffing at himself. Walking behind his desk, he began pulling out some papers and a photography.

“Name’s Iris, age, 24. She was supposed to deliver several weeks ago, until I found out. She’s been hiding for quite some time now, after she realized people understood, she panicked and became invisible. She’s wanted by everyone you can imagine,” he said, tossing the picture over to you. She was pretty, curly blonde hair, rosy cheeks and innocent eyes. “Her location is unknown?” you asked, raising your brows as you studied the picture, trying to get it imprinted in your mind, so it would be easier to recognize her out on the street.

“Yes. I know you’ll solve that problem rather quickly, though,” Mino spoke, his voice calm as he sat back down on his chair.

“She’s probably scared, alone and have no clue what to do. Mino, if that were you, what would you do?” you said, grinning. He shot you a confused face, his brows creating a wrinkle in between them. “I don’t know, probably get drunk and wait for the chivalry.” You tossed the picture back on his desk, a smug smile tugging on the corner of your lips. “Exactly. I’m going out on a hunt tonight,” you said, winking while turning around, strolling towards the door. You heard his delighted snort as he shook his head, sneering.

“Do you know where she was last spotted?” you asked, wanting to get some kind of idea of which club to visit. He shook his head in confusion, but then stopped abruptly to look around on his desk among all the papers covering it.

“Ah, actually… here,” he said, handing you one of the papers. You skimmed through it, trying to search for some kind of location. You didn’t see anything, so your head darted up to look at him in puzzlement. He nodded towards the paper, directing you to look again. You did, and this time you saw it. The last place she was seen before she became invisible was a club. How convenient. A puff of air left your lips as you knew where you had to go.

“Jack has pizza, if you want some, before it’s too late,” you said, voice high pitched and almost singing. He laughed, but you knew he would walk out in a minute, and steal a slice just like you and Tyler had.

You closed the dark wooden door behind you as you paced out. Spotting Jack throwing his jacket on in the hall, you walked towards him through the hallway. He raised his head when he heard you coming towards him, a grin dancing on his lips.

“I’m going out,” he spoke, and you were quick to chuckle and respond something witty in the lines of ‘getting more pizza?’ to which he scoffed and stopped to look at you. He grabbed his leather jacket by the sides and held it tightly as he threw his head back to gaze at you through hooded eyes. “No, work actually. Ty just called, he needed help with some things,” he said, letting his hands slide off his jacket and land on your shoulders.

“Are you okay? You’re looking kind of… shaken?” you smiled, huffing and looking at him. “No, I’m okay. Have some work to do myself,” you said, patting his arms with your smaller hands, signalizing him that you’re in fact fine. He nodded, sucking on his lower lip.

“Alright, well I gotta go, but seriously, you know where to find me if you need me,” he said, raising his brows before opening the front door. You gazed after him, watching him close the door as you shot him a reassuring smile. Sure you were shaken, how could you not be after Mino’s talk with you. But it was time to start the mission, which meant no time for being as much as even a little bit timid. It was time to be the thing you were best at being, a hitman.

You walked up to the kitchen window, and peeked out. It was dark by now, the night hours creeping up on you. You thought about the girl, Iris, and let your mind wander to thoughts about where she was right now. What she was doing. How she was feeling. Trying to get yourself into character, to prepare yourself for your job this night.

With your mind sharp and prepared for the evening, you let your legs carry you to your own room, closing the door shut behind you. You stopped, standing still for a second or two. Inhaling deeply, you felt your chest rise, only to slump again. You did it a few times, before beginning to prepare for combat. Seeing it was not an ordinary mission where you could just put on anything and go, you sighed. Deciding to quickly change into one tight-fitting black dress with a low cut, you gave yourself a look in the mirror. Scrunching your nose, you put on some makeup, not at all with effort. The thing drawing attention to you being the mauve lipstick you had decided to wear.

Settling with that, you finished your outfit by putting on your jacket, filling its pockets with bullets, just in case. Grabbing your gun that you’d tossed on the bed when you’d changed clothes, the very same one you had used to kill the fraud earlier, you unloaded it. Taking out all the bullets, only to count them and put some new in. Since you had no pants to put the gun in the hem of, you had to use the self-made strap you’d fixed on the inside of your jacket. You placed your gun there, securing it in place.

Once you were all done for the night, you opened your door, phone in your hand. Mino was sitting in the living room now, his eyes glued to the television. You smiled, making your way to the door and all the shoes standing by it. You grabbed a pair of heels that you hadn’t worn in a very long time, seeing you rarely went out clubbing with this lifestyle and profession. You loved to party, though, and those few times you’d been out with Jack and Tyler had been so much fun.

You placed your feet in the black heels, turning to Mino before opening the door.

“I’ll tell Iris you said Hi,” you said, earning a deep laugh from him. You closed the door behind you, the sound of the heels making you smirk. It had been a long time since you’d dressed up like this, and quite frankly, you’d missed it. Remembering now how it felt, and how much confidence you gained from just some makeup and a different set of clothes made you smirk.

Turning off the engine, you listened to the roaring from it, as it soon faded out into complete silent. It made the corner of your mouth twitch upwards. You looked smug as you opened the door and stepped out, slamming it shut after you. You let the key fall down in the pocket of your jacket, and you felt your gun on the inside of your jacket. Glancing up towards the big neon signs hanging over the door, you felt somewhat bubbly in your stomach. Then again, you had to remind yourself that you were on a mission right now and had a target, who you thought might be in this exact club.

You didn’t walk unnoticed by the clatter from your heals when you made your way up to the security guards- standing outside the doors to the club. One of them smiled politely, the other one eyeing you suspiciously when your eyes darted to him. You smiled sweetly, making sure to flutter your eyelashes a tad more than usual, wanting him to repress the suspicion. He didn’t smile back, but when his shoulders slouched just a little bit, you knew you had succeeded.

Stretching your hand out towards the guard that smiled at you, you handed him your ID-card. He scanned it thoroughly before looking up at you again, holding the card somewhat closer to your face. “Thanks,” the guard said, flashing you his full-on smile again. You nodded in politeness, closing your eyes for just a second at him, before walking through the door.

You had to stop for a second, looking around in the crowded club. Taking in the smell of alcohol you made your way towards the bar. Music was blasting through the speakers in just the right volume for your liking. You listened more carefully, and perceived that Five More Hours with Deorro and Chris Brown was the song they currently played. You ordered a water, knowing well drinking right now was off the charts if you wanted to succeed with the task.

The bartender handed a glass of water with ice in, over to you. You thanked for it, and turned around to lean against the bar with your back. You gazed over the crowd of people, over to the dancefloor, where people were standing close to each other, sweaty bodies grinding on each other. You let it glide all the way to the queue leading to the toilets. There. You stopped. There.

Focusing your eyes on the girl emerging from the toilets, you tried to see better through all the lights that met complete darkness that filled the entire club. The spotlights didn’t make it easier for you, so you tried to take a few steps closer, glas still in your hand. You squeezed it tightly. Oh yeah, that was definitely Iris.

You quickly placed the glass back on the bar, and turned around to search for her among everyone else. But she wasn’t there anymore.

‘She couldn’t have gotten far,’ you thought to yourself, besides, she hadn’t spotted you, and didn’t even know you even looked for her in the first place. So why would she run?

“Lost her?” A dark, smug voice whispered close to your ear. At first, you froze on the spot. But then, you knew exactly. That voice belonged to someone you’d had several disputes with in the past. Your enemy, your opponent. One so complacent and filled with distaste for you, just like you were for him. Working for two different leaders, in two different gangs. In a constant battle for dominance, without killing each other, somehow, for some reason.

“Look who it is,” you said with emphasis on every word as you spun around, facing him. He was tall, his blonde hair curly. The black leather jacket he was wearing made you think of all the other times you’d encountered him. He used to wear it.

Arching one eyebrow, he looked at you with a smile on his baby-pink lips.

“Took the words out of my mouth there. What are you doing here?” he placed his large hands on his hips. You rested your hand on your neck, looking up at him. His words sounded accusing, almost spiteful. Narrowing your eyes, you replied. “Why would I tell you?”

“Oh. Feisty,” he said, winking and letting out a light chuckle. You’d never heard such a sound coming from him, and quite frankly you felt like smiling after hearing it. But you kept it together, and raised your eyebrows, showing you weren’t amused at all. After all, you knew he fucked with you. “Let me guess,” he then said, smacking his lips together as he placed his index finger on his chin, tapping lightly in a gesture to show that he was thinking. “Iris,” he said her name as if it contained some kind of curse. It made you shiver, and you took a step back. Instinctively, he swung his arm around you and placed his hand on your back, forcing your body back to its original position.

“How did you know she’s here? She’s been hiding extremely well, according to rumours,” you said, face now close to his. He squinted one eye at you, tilting his head just a little bit, almost like a nod. He looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were being that silly. But then he inhaled deeply, letting you go, but still keeping his face somewhat close to yours, knowing this wasn’t the place to have this conversation. People were swarming around you, Iris could be anywhere, other criminals, too.

“Not hard to guess. What would you do if you were in her shoes?” he smiled, and your eyes shot open wide.

“That’s what I said!”

“Then why are you asking?” He winked, turning his back at you to walk away. You stood with your mouth popped open. “Wow. You’re such a dick,” you muttered under your breath, but obviously loud enough for him to hear, because he snapped his head at you while turning around quicker than possible. His body was hovering over yours, and you knew others that he’d done this too were probably petrified by him and his actions, knowing he was Luke Hemmings, a dangerous hitman. But all you felt was excitement. Your rival, challenging you for superiority.

“What was that?” He let his palm glide over his mouth as he kept his eyes on you, watching you sternly. You huffed, looking away and shaking your head. “Never mind, just get out of my way Luke.”

“Your way? Excuse me?” His words were harsh, and the atmosphere had suddenly changed in the matter of seconds. His voice sounded so… dominant.

“Yes? What’s your problem, I found her first?” You grimaced at him while knitting your brows together. Who did this kid think he was? A prominent laughter left his full lips, and one of your eyes twitched in aggravation. “Oh, is this funny to you, Hemmings?”

“Nothing. Just forget it, okay? She’s mine,” the words rolled off his tongue like she was under his possession, and you wanted to laugh him right in his pretty face. This boy really had the decency to show up and act like he was going to finish this job, your job, without so much as a fight. You snorted, taking a step towards him, trying to act intimidating, and it would have worked on anyone else… but Luke. “This is not even up for discussion, Lucas.”

“Glad you feel the same way, you didn’t deny she’s mine though.” He let his head fall to one side, eyeing you with a pleased expression. Like he was already winning, like he already had. You shook your head rapidly, backing away.

“She’s my fucking mission!” you had to practically shout over the music by now, but he heard you clearly as ever.

“Your little mission is probably escaping while you’re standing here bitching about who’s job she is! So please y/n, shut that pretty fucking mouth of yours and follow me,” he hissed, closing the gap between the two of you, and ushering you to follow him. You must admit, him ordering you around was extremely annoying and went against all of your dignity as a hitman, but it was also really fucking hot. Who was he to boss you around anyway? He wasn’t your leader. It made you think of Mino, and the fact that you were on a mission, and that mission was about to be failed if you didn’t put a move on. “Nice dress, by the way,” he said, flashing you a cheeky grin over his shoulder after he had shoved you behind his back.

You thought about an escape route from mr. Hitman in front of you, glancing around the room in an attempt to try and find somewhere to go. All you needed was to get away from him, to think clear with no interruptions, and focus on your target that you’d lost.

Although Luke was probably your best shot at finding her, and taking her down, you didn’t want it to happen that way. Being the stubborn you, you wanted to do it on your own, even if that meant completely lying to Luke about it.

“Hey, Luke,” you poked his shoulder with your fingers, and he turned his body around, bending down in order to hear you better. “There,” you said, almost whispering, trying to fool him. He followed your fingers as you pointed behind the bar, at a door. He nodded, beginning to make his way through the crowd of people towards it. You didn’t follow him, and hoped he didn’t notice. Instead, you walked in the opposite direction, through another door that lead you to some kind of staff room.

Realizing it was for no luck, and no one being in there to help you, in a thought that someone could help you locate the girl and where she might have gone, you turned on your heel to walk out in the club again. You peeked through the door first, scanning the room after Luke. When you thought the coast was clear, you slipped out of the room with grace.

Two hands immediately grabbed you by your waist, more or less lifting you up and carrying you back into the room you just emerged from. He didn’t put you down in the first place, but did when he heard the door closing, so he could block it with his big, muscular body. Acting as a brick wall, preventing you from walking out. And you knew very well that it was no idea to fight this boy, knowing he would take you down. Again, your biggest opponent, the one most equal to you when it came to skills and fighting.

“What games are you playing? Are you trying to get the both of us fucking killed?!” he snapped, standing completely in your way. You licked your lips in frustration, crossing your arms over your chest. “Who is letting the target slip away now?” you teased, but more in a pissed way.

“Oh, that mouth of yours,” he said, narrowing his eyes and dragging one hand through his curly hair. “You fucked this up, completely,” he then sighed, scowling at you.

“Are you done?” you said, raising your eyebrows at him, and he returned your gesture by arching one of his eyebrows. He then relaxed, shaking his head and taking a step to the side to let you pass. But as soon as you took a step towards the door to walk out, he gripped your arm and stopped you, his lips close to your ear. “If I find out she’s alive in the next 48 hours, I’m coming for you instead. Got it?”

You stopped, completely. An inaudible gasp left your lips, and your throat became entirely dry as you couldn’t find the words you were desperately searching for. What the fuck did just happen? You suddenly didn’t feel like one of the best hitmen anymore, you felt like a target, which you basically were. By none other than Lucas Hemmings. How did you let this happen? When did you ever fail big time, like this?

“Don’t threaten me,” you snatched your arm back, pulling on your dress and jacket. You put a strand of your hair behind your ear as you saw him hovering over you, one hand against the doorframe. “Don’t tempt me to,” he replied. You smiled far too sweetly at him for it to be honest, and he saw right through it. “Let me go, or do I have to fight dirty for that as well?” you flashed a grin at him, and a puff of air left his lips before he grinned back, eyes digging into yours as he did that thing with his eyebrow again. But he removed his arm, and gestured for you to walk out. You did, and he followed behind, taking another exit than you, parting ways.

48 hours left.

When you burst through the door, everyone basically jumps up from the couch in surprise, taken aback by your roughness. They all looked at you with big eyes, obviously sensing that you’re really pissed off and angry. No one says anything, they just look at you, letting you throw your shoes off and make your way to the kitchen without so much as a word. You return with a bottle of whiskey, standing in front of them. They watch you take several big sips in a row, pausing to breath between each of them.

Jack is the first one to break the silence by being himself. “Don’t you want a glass for that?”

You roll your eyes to heaven, eyes almost tearing up as you realize what the fuck you’ve done. Realizing you’re not only pressured as fuck to kill this girl, but if you don’t, you’ll become a target for him as well.

You sigh, shoulders slouching as you begin to fill them in on the evening, and furthermore why you’re pouring strong ass liquor into your system. “Guess who I bumped into at the club? Luke Hemmings,” you finally speak with a tired voice, raspy and low. Tyler gasped slightly, him having encountered Luke one time before, and knowing he was no one to piss off. “Guess what he was doing there? Looking for her,” you kept explaining, not caring if the others didn't know who you were talking about. Mino knew. You sighed, taking another sip from the whiskey. You cringed at the strength of it, looking at the bottle with hooded eyes in an attempt to try and find the alcohol percentage. You soon gave up, taking a sip. “Guess what his mission was? To kill her,” you continue, eyeing them. Mino looked expressionless, no emotions visible on his face. “And guess what? He pisses me the fuck off, that little son of a fucking bitch!”

Mino inhaled, blinking, parting his lips to speak. “Why does he piss you off?” he sounded like your psychiatrist, speaking methodically to you with a calm and collected voice. You admired it right now.

“I- I kind of fucked up big time,” you said, pinching your index and thumb together, the alcohol taking over.

“Why?” Mino said again, and he knew exactly where this conversation was going, but he needed to hear it in order to fully believe you actually let it happen. “I kinda… let the target… slip away,” you said in embarrassment, preparing for a scolding.

“Y/n, how did this happen?” Mino asked, fully serious, but all you could do was giggle and take another sip of the strong alcohol.

“That’s not even the worst!” you giggled again, not knowing how to deal with this situation. “Since I was the one who let her slip away, Luke gave me 48 hours to kill her. Or I’ll be number one on his hit list,” you finished, and saying it out loud was as if it made you realize it all together yourself. Your eyes teared up, and you didn’t even try to hold them in. Soon you were standing in front of the three of them, crying your eyes out. Jack were the first one to react, rushing up to you and throwing his arms around you.

“It’s fine, y/n. Let’s get you to bed and we’ll figure this out in the morning,” he said, hushing you and kissing your head. You nodded, incapable of controlling your emotions as you let the alcohol take over you completely. You heard Mino’s voice coming closer, and you didn’t know whether it was to ask you more questions or not. Peeking up from Jack’s arms, you saw Mino standing next to the two of you. After a few seconds, he embraced the two of you, his arms reaching around Jack’s back and your body. “Don’t worry, we’ll solve this together. We’re a family, right?” and once he said those words, you felt chills all over your body. He was right, but hearing it from Mino just made your heart warm. It was a reassurance. He wasn’t gonna leave you, and definitely not going to leave your back uncovered.

47 hours left.

It was almost as if the entire earth was spinning once you laid down in your bed, pulling the cold covers over your body. Luke’s words was on repeat in your head, and you still couldn’t determine for yourself if he was actually serious or not. Would he really go through such a thing as killing you?

39 hours left.

Squinting your eyes open, you realized that it was morning. Memories from yesterday started flooding through your mind as you slowly sat up. Your head was pounding as you did, and you had to raise one hand to stroke your forehead. Oh, right. Hungover. Of course, that damn Jack Daniel’s you drowned yourself in last night. It made you think, process. Luke’s harsh grip on your arm and the words leaving his appealing lips. You damned him in your mind for being that good-looking. He was an asshole, which made up for it.

Iris.

Hurrying out of bed, you change clothes and drag your hairbrush through your hair a couple of times, before dragging your hands through it a few times, securing it with a hair tie. You found yourself standing just looking at yourself through the mirror for a while, until you realized that every minute passing is valuable and there was no time to waste. Unplugging your phone from your charger, you walked out from your bedroom on the hunt for some pills for your hangover.

When you entered the kitchen, you saw the three boys sitting around the kitchen island, all of them eating like a bunch of wolfs. You couldn’t resist the smile that tugged on your lips when you saw the plate with a sandwich and the glass of juice next to it.

Mino was the first one to spot you in the doorway, and he greeted you with a smile. “Y/n, come eat with us,” he said, nodding for you to take a seat. You followed his command, and sat down next to Tyler. He gave your waist a nudge, smiling at you so his dimples were visible. You pat his knee, your eyes settling on the dark coffee that filled his cup.

“Can I have a sip?” you said casually, and he set his sandwich down on his plate, rubbing his hands together to get some excess crumbs off them, before grabbing the white cup and giving it to you. “Yeah of course.”

37 hours left.

“She is still in Sydney, guaranteed,” Jack said, gesturing with his arms so you’d believe in his words. You bit your lip, looking at Mino’s desk that you all stood around. The pictures and documents that contained information about her laid spread out on the desk in front of all of you, and you desperately tried to figure out your next move.

“I say visit the same club. She probably thinks you think she’s gone. Her best hiding place would be the one you’d never think to visit, which in this case, is the club,” Tyler said. Mino tipped his head, him being the only one sitting down on his chair. He put his arms behind his head, leaning back. “Go for it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “You know what you’re talking about,” he then said, having all faith in you. Your eyes landed on Mino, and his on yours. And you suddenly remembered his request on you leaving both Jack and Tyler out of this. You wondered briefly if he still wanted that.

“I’m going tonight,” you said, grabbing the picture and letting it fall into your pocket as you eyed the gang. Their eyes were set on you when you looked around on them one by one.

Jack reached out and grabbed your shoulders, tugging you into his warm embrace. Your face was pressed against his chest, and you couldn’t help but inhale his scent. “Good luck. Please return, and please return safe,” he said, pecking your forehead several times, his lips making a smacking sound each time he kissed you. You felt tears fighting with you again, and you didn’t care. You let them roll down your cheeks. You could die in less than two days, especially with a competition like this. Against the clock, and against Luke Hemmings.

Tyler stood next in line, and you swung your arms around his neck and tip-toed to hug him. “I love you,” he whispered, and you heard how shaky his voice were. He was on the verge of tears as well. You pulled him closer to you, letting your tears dampen his shoulder. He didn’t care. Neither did you. “And I love you,” you whispered, withdrawing from him, hands cupping his cheeks as you gazed at him for a moment.

Mino didn’t seem to walk up to you at first, and you understood why. The man that practically raised you, read you bedtime stories and changed your diaper. The one who always comforted you when you cried, or protected you when you were scared of monsters under your bed. The one who had been the protector of you, your guardian angel. Of course it was hard for him, you could be killed, slaughtered, in the next 37 hours.

He finally stood up, taking the few steps in order to stand in front of you. You let your head fall down, and scanned the floor and your shoes. His fingers fiddled with your hair, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. He then placed two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’re my world, kiddo.”

You flashed him a full-on grin, eyes watering up once more. Almost throwing yourself at him, he caught you in his arms and held you tightly. Rocking you slightly back and forth to soothe you. “If I find out he has so much as said another word to you, the monster inside of me will wake up,” he said, and Jack just had to say something smug in the lines of ‘I thought it was already out, geez.’ You couldn’t help but let out a strangled laugh as your eyes was looking into Mino’s.

“Are you ready?” Mino mimed to you, and you took a deep breath, letting him go and taking a step back. “I think I have a plan,” you said, wiping your tear-stained cheeks with the back of your hands. Tylers hand found your head, and he nudged it with his knuckles. “We’ll order pizza, get you ready for tonight,” he said, leading you out of Mino’s office. “I want tacos,” you pouted, to which he laughed and shook his head. “No way.”

25 hours left.

You were getting closer to the security guards, and the smiley one were standing this night, too. You greeted him in politeness, fluttering your lashes as him in a flirty way. “You had fun last night?” he said as you handed him your ID. He glanced at it, but didn’t make much effort into looking at it thoroughly. You bit your cheek, not knowing if you wanted to tell the truth and say it was horrible or not.

“Yeah, great,” you said with a high-pitched tone. He gestured for you to walk in, and you curtsied for a short second, making your way to the doors.

When you walked through the doors yesterday, it had felt like any job, just slightly harder. Today, it felt like the world was going to end.

Wearing the same type of outfit today as last night, you quickly paced towards the bar, ordering yet another water, this time with ice. The only difference today was your dress, it was a dark blue velvet dress, ending mid-thigh. It was low cut as well, but you didn’t feel confident at all this night, which was bad. In order to be a good and successful hitman, you knew you had to be confident in your actions. You also had to be comfortable in the situation, and you were certainly not comfortable this night.

You went through the same procedure as yesterday, scanning the room in hopes to catch a glimpse of the girl.

You didn’t see her anywhere, and you had almost finished your glass of water when you saw a familiar back in the mass of people packed in the club. Unfortunately for you, the owner of that back had turned around and spotted you, too, already making his way towards you. Before you had any chance to get away from him, he was already in front of you, towering over you, an eyebrow arched as usual. “I hope you’re counting the hours, it’s starting to look dark for you sweetheart,” he said, devilishly beaming at you. Your eyes shot up to him, and you wanted to scream in his face for being such a complete asshole. “If I were you I would get on it, not go enjoy yourself at a club,” he winked, turning on his heel to walk away from you. And that’s when you said it. You had no idea what took over you, but all of a sudden you found yourself yelling back at him.

“You know what Lucas? You’re no one to order me around,” your eyes widened when you realized what the hell just came out of your mouth. He didn’t seem as surprised, however, and spun back to you, an amused look plastered across his attractive face. His jaw clenched, and that’s when you dictated yourself to keep going, to put him in his place. You needed to stand up for yourself if you wanted to get out of this. Only you could do it, only you could save yourself. “Oh, really?” his lips formed an O shape as he looked at you in amused surprisement. You narrowed your eyes, taking a step towards him, boldly looking up to meet his gaze. It felt like a whiplash once your eyes met his, and you knew you were in deep shit.

Gathering yourself, you pushed yourself further. “Yeah, and I’m not gonna kill her for your sake, that’s for fucking sure. If for any, it’s for Mino. But I think he will understand completely if I tell him what’s up,” you kept talking, kept triggering both him and yourself. The annoyance building between the two of you at a growing pace.

“Hm,” he said, tilting his head to one side, as if examining you. “Are you sure about what you’re letting slip out of those pretty lips of yours, right now?” he hissed discreetly between his teeth as he trailed his thumb across your lower lip. His thumb was gone just as quick as it was there, and it made something inside of you clench.

“I’m very sure,” you bickered back, placing both of your hands on his toned chest, pushing him back. He was heavy, feet steady on the ground as you tried to get him out of your way. You didn’t want to use any grips on him, knowing you’d end up in his grip sooner or later. “Wow, such cockiness from such a little girl,” he teased, crossing his arms over his chest as he let his eyes scan you up and down, from head to toe and back up again. You felt a tiny string of hope awaken inside of you, but you shot it down quickly, repressing it.

“Don’t underestimate me,” you said with a sweet voice, changing your body language to more open, more flirty. He smirked, probably seeing right through your little game.

“You’re cute.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. But then an idea came to your mind, and you’d be stupid not to follow through something like that. You wanted it to happen, but also to teach him a thing or two about you, and not to treat you like that. “Oh, yeah?” you said, pressing your body against his promptly, not looking back, not thinking twice. Letting one hand sneak around his neck, forcing his head down to yours so you could press your lips against his. You wanted to feel how those plump pink lips felt against yours, against your neck, against your collarbone, and against your nipples, sucking on them, and how they felt in between your legs. You didn’t know where this urge came from, but one thing was for sure: it only grew by second.

It started out with you simply wanting to tease him, wanting to show him that you were not a ‘little girl’. But it later came to your thoughts that he was fucking with you to get a reaction out of you. You were a hitman, of course you weren’t a little innocent girl.

When he placed his large hands around your waist, pulling you closer, you gave yourself up to him immediately, lost to his touch and what it did to you. And you didn’t care that you lost yourself to your sexual urges, you didn’t even care you lost control over yourself to Luke Hemmings.

Something deep inside of you told you that it was enough, that he knew by now. You didn’t need to show him anything else. “Cute enough for you?” you grinned, backing away from his touch while panting. You wiped your mouth with your palm, shooting him a wink, treating him with a smug attitude, just like he did to you.

“You make me so mad. And that dress,” he said, reaching for your hips and pulling you in for another deep kiss. His tongue was battling with yours once more, and this time you lost it completely. His hands found the back of your thighs, picking you up from the floor. You were quick to lock your legs around his waist as he never broke the kiss. Your hands found his hair, pulling and tugging on it. He moaned in your mouth when you bit his lips, eagerness taking over you. You felt how you became wetter when he pushed the staff room door open, and shut it behind him as he had a firm grip around your thighs. One hand was palming your ass, giving it a spank which took you by surprise.

He set you down on your wobbly legs, still holding onto you so you wouldn’t fall - pressing your body up against the wall by the door. He was quick to clutch your wrists in his hands, throwing them over your head and pinning them to the wall. You held in a moan, or so you thought. “Are you affected by this?” he said, trailing his lips along your collarbone, and you gave him full access to your neck by letting your head fall to one side. His lips went north, up your neck and along your jawline, stopping at your lips. “Are you wet by the thought of your back arching, my tongue licking your soaked little pussy up and down, your nails clawing at my back?” he whispered, allowing you to attach your lips to his, to pull him harder towards you. He freed one of your wrists, his hand tugging at the hem of your dress.

“Hm,” he groaned, and before you knew it, he used his hands to spin you around, so you were standing with your back against his chest. He pulled your dress up, leaving it on your hips as you leaned against him, your ass pressing against his clothed dick.

He palmed you on the outside of your panties, his hand covering your entire core as warmth spread through your entire body. His fingertips brushed the wet spot on your panties, and you felt yourself getting flustered by it. “Soaked? Nice,” he hummed in approval, biting your earlobe. You started grinding your ass against him, needy for him to do something.

Slipping his hand inside your panties, he collected your wetness - spreading it all over your core, up to your clit. You yelped forward as his wet finger slid over your clit, pressing down on the sensitive spot. You moaned, not prepared for your own reaction. He held you against him tightly, his lips now sucking at the skin on your throat.

He began circling your wet clit with one finger, and your hips instantly fell in with his motions, rocking and grinding against him again. You felt him harden against you, his dick poking into your ass. It turned you on even more, knowing you had an effect on him, too. “You look so hot right now,” he said in between sloppy, wet kisses all over your shoulders. “Squirming under my touch, giving in to me,” he kept talking dirty, and it made you produce more wetness. He slid his fingers down gracefully, collecting it and spreading it over your core just like before.

The feeling of his fingers easily sliding over your clit and in between your folds, down to your entrance, made you close your eyes and bite your lip, hard. Suppressing yet another moan, you didn’t want him to know how much of an effect he actually had on you, and that his dirty talk alone could make you cum right now.

He went back to working your clit, massaging it. “Luke,” you whined, feeling a knot in your lower stomach. You began feeling dizzy, and you shut your eyes closed as you felt your orgasm approach you like a hurricane. “Beg for it,” he answered, the words sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t contain the moan that escaped your plump lips as your hips began jerking against him. “Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?”

Your eyes rolled back as you surrendered to his fingers completely. “Please let me cum around your fingers,” you said, opening your eyes to look up at him. He grinned widely, slipping two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a steady pace. You let your head fall back against his chest, the pleasure he was providing you being intense.

Abruptly, he withdrew his fingers, taking a step away from you. He watched you steady yourself as you stood on your own legs completely now. Your dress was still rolled up on your hips, and you looked at him in confusion and disbelief. “Hm, no,” he said nonchalantly, eyes locking with yours when he brought his fingers up to his lips, sucking on them, cleaning them from your juices.

Quickly, you pulled your dress down to your thighs, feeling the pulsation in your clit. “You are kidding, right?” you snorted, eyebrows knitted together as you used your fingers to comb your hair that had gotten all tangled and messy.

“No,” he then casually said, holding up his fingers for you to see that they were clean. “Delicious,” he moaned, closing his eyes and making a sexual facial expression.

“What the actual fuck, Luke!” you yelled, mad at him for denying your orgasm, mad at yourself for giving in to this asshole that fast. Mad at the entire situation. He chuckled lightly, eyes shining with enjoyment. “That’s what you get for being a bad little girl and disobeying me,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. You should’ve seen this coming, you should’ve known.

“Fuck you,” you hiss, taking the few steps up to him, pushing him up against the wall, your face near his. His breath was warm against your lips, and all you wanted was to give in to those damn lips again - but you couldn’t. Instead, you push yourself off him with force, correcting your clothes. Opening the door while you kept your eyes on him, you walk out like nothing happened. You felt his eyes burning into your back as you made your way towards the doors. He was not getting shit, and Iris would remain alive for now. You couldn’t care less about his stupid 48 hours or his threat. That was gone, long gone. You were not going to kill the target on his command.

It had been a week, a week without being killed since his threat. Which meant he wouldn’t bother killing you. It made you cheer on the inside, knowing you had won against Luke Hemmings in some way, on some level. The gang had been proud over you, celebrating with pizza, of course. They said you did the right thing, standing up for yourself, for your dignity. But even though you hadn’t seen the asshole in a week, one thing was for sure - you’d run into him sometime. And when that time came, you were ready for revenge.

Walking around horny and without a release since last week had gotten you all worked up. Especially on a sexual revenge. You wanted him to beg for you like you had for him. To see his face when you stopped your actions, shrugging your shoulders like he had. You had it all planned out in your head, and you couldn’t wait to play it out on him.

The night was young, and you were out with both Jack and Tyler at the very same club as last week. You’d been here a few time since, and you began feeling like it would soon become your standard place to visit whenever you wanted to get shitfaced and don’t care about anything. Jack was already talking to some hot girl over at the bar. She was leaning in, laughing at all of his corny jokes. Tyler was on the other side of the room, talking with some friends, enjoying the company. And you were in the middle of the dance floor, having some random guy grinding on you. He was way too much, all over you all the time, saying things that seemed to turn you off rather than on. You couldn’t deny the fact that you were continuously shooting glances at the doors, in a wish for Luke to walk in.

Mentally slapping yourself, you downed the last of your drink, focusing on your dancing with the off-putting man behind you. You couldn’t see his face, and you were thankful for that.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet Luke. You wanted to get your revenge, but at the same time… you wanted to stay away from him, and wanted him to stay away from you. The man behind you made you wake up from your little fantasies, by thrusting his pelvis against your ass. Your immediate reaction was rolling your eyes, but when the man leaned down to whisper in your ear, you became rigid. “Missed me?”

You shut your eyes closed, wanting it to be both true and not. But when the man began trailing his lips against your jawline, chuckling darkly, you knew it was him. “Lucas,” your breathing became awfully ragged, and you had to gather yourself for a second before turning around to face him.

“I couldn’t stand watching him all over you for another second,” he murmured huskily. You had to bite your tongue in order to not moan. His choice of words had a great impact on you, but that was something you weren’t gonna admit. “What makes you so different from him?” you cocked your eyebrow at him, smirking at your own remark. He sucked on his lower lip, narrowing his eyes as if contemplating on what to say, or do, next.

“There's that mouth of yours again.” His hands found your ass, and he squeezed it, hard. You took a deep breath, trying to look emotionless, unaffected. “Tell me,” he said, dipping his head down. His face was now merely inches from yours, and his breath was fanning your lips. “Why did you do that?” You gulped, not knowing whether to give in already, or continue with your plan.

You decided on the later.

“W-what do you mean?” You whispered under your breath, bravely staring right into his narrowed eyes with your wide ones. “I think you know what I mean,” he raised his eyebrows, standing up straight again. You heard his scoff when he grabbed you by your wrist, dragging you with him off the dance floor. You’d almost forgotten that you were here, surrounded by people. You also remembered that you weren’t here alone tonight. Jack and Tyler were here as well, and they could easily spot you getting tugged away by Luke.

You pulled on his grip. “Stop, Luke!” you hissed, but it was for nothing. Either he didn’t hear you over the loud music or the people around you, or he just didn’t care.

Once again, you found yourself in the staff room. You sighed, smirking at how ‘funny’ it was that you always seemed to end up in there when you visited this club. When his grip loosened around your wrist, you quickly pulled your arm back, crossing it over your chest along with your other arm. “What?” you snapped when he turned to you, his blue eyes drilling their way into yours. He had to bite his lip in order to not shoot you a smug glare.

“Why did you just do that?” he asked the same question, and you didn’t understand. Why did he care? You hadn’t even had sex with him? You weren't his?

“Because I wanted to?” You said, confusion permeating your voice. He snorted, a don’t-bullshit-me look spreading over his face. “You wanted to? Didn’t seem like it,” he said, shaking his head and looking at you with a serious face. “The way you downed that drink. The way you looked at the door every other minute.” Wow. He must've observed you for quite some time. Although he had a point, and you tried desperately to search for something to counter him with.

“I wanted to,” the words rolled off your tongue in a hurry, and you knew you fucked up. “Did you really?” he said, taking a step towards you. You instinctively took one back.

“Yes,” you croaked, your throat dry all of a sudden. You thought about excusing yourself to go and ask for some water at the bar, and then maybe sneak out and go home. But something inside of you prevented you from doing so. The plan you had for revenge constantly being in the back of your mind. Something seemed obviously funny to him, seeing he snickered and took another step towards you. This time you didn’t take one back, instead you stood on legs that felt like spaghetti. Unsure of what he was up to, unsure of what his next move would be.

“Because I clearly recall you pleading for me, needing me to touch you. Asking to cum on my fingers. I still remember the way your walls began clenching around my fingers just before I pulled them out,” he said, his hands on your hips, guiding yours against his. You felt his hardened member against your stomach, which made you smile, feeling self-satisfied instantly. This was going exactly like planned.

“How about we turn that around?” you said in a hushed voice, careful not to sound too smug. You trailed your hands down from his biceps, over his toned chest, continuing down his stomach. When you reached the hem of his tight, black jeans, you stopped. You heard his shaky breath as you let your cold fingers tug on his shirt. You pulled it up, your fingers now stroking his bare stomach. He was watching your every move, and when you looked up to search for his eyes, he was already staring into yours.

You flashed him a grin, licking your lips slowly, making sure he was gazing down at them.

Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his zipper down, you dragged his jeans down along with his boxers in a heartbeat. His erect, veiny member slapped his stomach as it were freed. Instantly, you grabbed it and began pumping him from the base to the tip, spreading the pre-cum all over it.

You sank down on your knees in front of him, eager to taste him. In a swift motion, you pumped him one more time before embracing it with your wet lips. Humming, you began bobbing your head back and forth, taking him a bit deeper for each time. You swirled your tongue around the tip, before taking him in your mouth again.

“Shit, don’t stop,” he growled, and you peeked up at him. You were met to the sight of him throwing his head back, getting lost in pleasure. His eyes were shut, and the way he bit down on his lower lip revealed that he enjoyed this. “Hm, let me hear you,” you hummed, and he opened his eyes to look down at you. He didn’t exactly look surprised, but something in his faze told you he was playful.

“Beg for me,” you said, stroking him up and down, kissing the tip. “You heard me,” you continued, genuinely wanting to hear him whimper your name as you made him feel good. Wanting confirmation on who was making him quiver. He let his head fall back once more when you took him in your mouth again, this time hollowing your cheeks to urge him on. One of your hands was pumping him at the same time, and you heard a small whine leave his lips.

“Y/n,” your name was tangled in a moan, and if you weren’t having his dick in your mouth, your grin would be wide and smug. You responded by sucking harder, pumping faster. You felt his thighs flexing, having one hand on one of his. It helped holding you steady, because he had now grabbed your hair and was basically mouth-fucking you. You placed your other hand on his other thigh, and held yourself up with the help from them. When you squirmed you felt the wetness you had produced, and you suddenly didn’t feel like stopping. All this teasing had worked you up as well.

You found yourself lowering one hand down towards your core, stroking yourself, trying to create some kind of friction that would lead to a sensation. Your dress had slid up a bit, revealing your wine-red panties that covered your now soaked heat. He hadn’t caught you, yet, and you wanted to keep it that way. You felt the damp spot on your panties, trying to spread it around, caressing your skin. When you felt your index finger making contact with your clit, you yelped forward, causing his dick to go further in your mouth, gagging you.

It was as if that was all he needed, like it was necessary, because after that the movements of his hips became sloppier, and once they became sloppier and his grip tighter, you knew he was close to coming. But he confirmed it anyway when he said, “fuck, if you don’t stop now I’m gonna cum. I want to be inside of you,” under his breath. When he said that you simply retreated and stood up. Your eyes met his confused ones, and quite pissed ones, already. Probably knowing what you were up to.

“Then I’ll stop,” you winked, wiping your mouth with the palm of your hand. You leaned in close to his ear, tip-toeing. “Delicious,” you murmured, citing what he said to you when he did the same thing. You felt him tense up against you, and you knew that if you didn’t walk out right now, you’d definitely end up fucking each other in this room. The smell of sex and lust lingering in the air.

When you reached the door, you stopped to turn around. “Oh,” you added, and his head snapped, eyes staring at you with furrowed brows. He looked mad. “I’d take care of that before I walk out, if I were you,” you said, shooting him a teasing smile that covered your lips. Opening the door, you walked out with fast steps. You needed air, and you needed to get away from that room, and him, if you didn’t want to give in and go back there to finish what you started.

As soon as you began pacing towards the entrance of the club, wanting to get out as fast as possible, you bumped into a familiar body. You turned on your heel quickly, in an attempt to avoid conversation and questions. But it didn’t help, and you felt his hand on your shoulder. “Y/n!” he half-shouted in excitement. You spun to face him, and smiled up at him. “Ty!” you said, gazing down on the drink in his hand. You knew you shouldn’t be out getting shitfaced with them, especially because of your profession, and knowing it was a never ending job. You could be a target at all times, so being out drinking was not exactly ideal. However, occasionally Mino told you to get out and enjoy yourselves.

“Where were you? You disappeared,” he said, placing his arm around your shoulders and walked you towards the bar. “I had to pee,” you said, smiling at him. He nodded, downing his drink hastily so he could order one more.

“Hey, can I get two tequila shots?” he said to the bartender, pulling out his credit card. You threw a glance over your shoulder, afraid Luke would walk out of the staff room any second, and spot you. He wouldn’t be very pleased once he did, and you knew that very well. But you were still smug, quite proud over what you achieved in there. You didn’t think you’d be able to walk away for a moment, but once you did, you’d felt so powerful.

The bartender handed Tyler two shots, and Tyler handed you one of them in turn. You thanked him, but right after you clinked glasses and were about to down them, you heard someone say your name in the distance. You thought someone called on you, but when you turned your head to the right to look for the source of the voice, the shot you held almost slipped out of your hand.

There stood Luke, talking to three other guys around his age. One of them had dark hair, and he looked dangerous with his tanned skin and tattoos. Another blonde one stood close to him, and he had his arms crossed over his chest in a way showing dominance. The last one had blonde hair, although his hair looked dyed. Looking at all of them, you suddenly realized, that was his gang. Taking a closer look to the one with his arms over his chest, your eyes widened. That was Ashton. Their leader and boss. Rumours said he was someone you should stay clear of.

You tried to distinguish what they were saying, after hearing your name thrown around in their conversation. “No, you don’t need a reason. Just tell me if you see her around, I need to talk to her,” you heard Luke say, his hand gesture showing them he wasn’t fucking around. The dark haired one said something, but all you picked up from him was something involving your name, as if he didn’t believe what Luke was saying.

You realized the dark haired boy who said your name as if it laid some sort of imprecation over it, probably knew who you were already. That said, you being a well-known hitman would of course mean that out of anyone, they knew who you were. You shuddered, the thought of four dangerous criminals on the hunt for you, and three of them doing it for their friend for some reason they didn’t even know, made you both mad and fearful. It wasn’t that even big a deal, Luke had done it to you, why couldn’t you do it to him? Payback at it’s finest, right? Fair and square?

“Y/n, what world are you in?” Tyler’s voice drew you back to him. You looked at him with big eyes, and he just shot you a baffled glare. “Right, ready?” you said, raising your shot up to his. He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows right before placing the shot against his lips, and tilting the small glass up. The liquor disappeared from the glass, and made it’s way down his throat. You followed his example, and did the same thing. The strong liquor burned in your throat, and you had to make a grunting noise before looking up at Tyler.

“Sweet!” he said, and you placed the empty glass on the bar. “I’ll see you later,” you said, in a rush to get out of the club. Tyler placed his arm in front of you, preventing you from walking anywhere. “Woah, woah,” he said, obviously drunk. His breath smelled from the tequila, and you knew getting away from him wouldn’t be hard at all.

“Where are you going?”

“To the dancefloor?” you said in a questioning voice, acting hurt in a playful way. Of course you were going home, but you wanted to avoid further questions from him. He burst out in giggles, nodding to you and withdrawing his arm. Your eyes darted towards the four boys that were still talking something over. You knew you should tell Tyler and Jack to go home, to avoid the other gang that contributed to the mass of people in the club. “Hey, Tyler, why don’t you go home? Want me to follow you?” you said, finding an excuse to go home with him knowing. Tyler looked at you with big eyes, as if he couldn’t possibly understand the reason for your statement.

“Why? Are you okay? What about Jack?” he kept asking questions, and you worriedly kept glancing towards the gang. This time, your eyes didn’t find them, adding even more worry to you. “Yeah, fine, where’s Jack?” you said, wanting to speed this whole conversation up, wanting to get the three of you out of there without brawls and moreover, without Luke finding you. He’d get back at you so hard, or try to seduce you, and you knew if he got the chance to do that, he’d win. Ever since a week ago, ever since your small encounters with each other, you’d grown to feel weak for him. Still, he pissed you off and you knew he was an asshole. But there was something inside of you that seemed to clench every time you saw him. Like you had this ache for him since that night.

“I don’t know, probably hooking up with someone,” he said in a low tone, obviously jealous over Jack’s communication skills and the way he could talk. Smooth as ever.

“Find Jack and take him home with you, I’ll meet you there. And Tyler, please do as I say,” you said, ushering the both of them out of the club. It was a night where it would be better to stay clear of fights, especially with the recent Iris mission. Your gang in a heated discussion with Luke’s would not be good. Therefore, you figured it was better to get them home without knowing why, without knowing Ashton and his gang was around. Jack and Tyler drunk would probably want to talk to them, like it was the best idea they’d ever come across.

Tyler raised one eyebrow at you, restricting his sight by narrowing his eyes at you. “What’s going on, y/n?” he said, and by judging the tone of his voice, you could tell that your conversation was beginning to make him sober up. “Nothing, just trust me,” you said, straining your eyes at him. He licked his lips, one hand rising to ruffle his hair. But he gave in without receiving an answer, knowing himself you only wanted their best. Also knowing to trust you, and doing so with all right.

“Fine, I’ll go look for him,” he said, patting your shoulder in a soothing way before strolling off, getting completely devoured by the people surrounding him.

When you couldn’t see him anymore, you began looking around for the four others you were trying to avoid. From the staffroom, all the way to the other side of the room where the toilets were. You didn’t recognize any of the faces you laid your eyes on, which made you walk with small, brisk steps towards the doors. You felt your heart beginning to pound in a faster pace, and your cheeks heating up when you got closer to the door, realizing what you’d just done. You never thought you’d do anything like that, but it would be a lie to say it didn’t turn you on.

You finally walked out the doors, feeling cool, fresh air massage your lungs. The guards both nodded your way, one of them sneering, the quiet one of them. A wrinkle became visible in between your eyebrows as you walked past them with eager steps, leaving both them, the club, and Luke Hemmings behind.

You pulled the car over, parking it while the bright sun shone outside. Shooting an eye towards the digital clock in your car, you were happy to see it showing 2:47pm. You instantly snickered, knowing your job for today was done, unless Mino decided else. You could sit on the couch, relax, enjoy a meal. You hadn’t gotten a moment to relax in a long time. At least that’s what it felt like. There’d been a lot of work to take care of, a lot of drug deals you’d been forced to interfere with, alongside Tyler and Jack.

A few days had passed since you sneaked out from the club after leaving Luke to finish himself off. You didn’t regret it, oh no, no no. Quite the contrary, you loved yourself for doing just that.

Not only was it exciting, but he got a taste of his own medicine. Plus you had the upper hand, which to your surprise, brought you some confidence.

The thing was, you hadn’t heard a word from Luke himself which to your dismay made you feel a bit down, all you’d heard was other criminals telling you Luke had been asking for you, when you’d encountered a few of them. They wouldn’t say what it was about, which always seemed to make you have a self-satisfied look plastered across your face. Because you knew, but obviously Luke wanted to keep it a secret. Understandable, and thrilling. They all seemed curious, though, and you couldn’t blame them a single bit. Luke Hemmings looking for you. That indeed, would be strange.

You were quite happy that neither Jack, Tyler or Mino- thank god, had heard of the rumour going around. Probably because you’d all been so busy neither of you had any time to bother listen. However, you found it strange how Jack out of all three of them didn’t know. After all, he was the one who talked the most to other gangs, even if it was only to provoke them or get them to tell him things they weren’t allowed to say.

Not that you complained, you loved this. Every second of it. Knowing Luke was out there, pissed, frustrated and in need for your help to relieve that frustration. That is, if he hadn’t just found someone else willing to do it for him, which wouldn’t be much of a problem for mr. Hemmings.

Closing the door to the car, and locking it behind you, you began pacing towards the door. You noticed one car was missing as you made your way towards it. Mino’s, he was probably out either on a job or grocery shopping. The other two cars stood there, parked, and you figured both of the guys would be home.

Your guess was right, Tyler stood in the kitchen preparing food. The sweet aroma it gave away instantly made you warm. Tyler was good in the kitchen, and he usually cooked for all of you those few days you had time to sit down all four of you and enjoy a good meal together.

Jack sat on the couch, sipping on a Redbull from what it appeared like. He waved you over, the smile reaching his eyes. “Listen, I heard the funniest thing today,” he said once you plopped down on the couch, removing your leather jacket and discarding it on the armchair next to the sofa. He handed you his Redbull, offering you it. You gladly took a sip, letting the taste of energy drink slip down your throat.

You gazed over at Tyler who greeted you by shouting over all the noises in the kitchen. You just shook your head in amusement, but waved at him lazily. Turning back to Jack, you saw him eyeing you, and you were startled by the look on his face. It was stern, almost scolding, and it took you by surprise. “What?” the word slipped out of your mouth before you could even think.

“Nothing. Anyway, there was this girl who told me a really funny joke,” he said, looking like an overexcited puppy. You chuckled, handing him his Redbull back, which he placed on the table. He used his hands to gesture while speaking. “Why didn’t the skeleton cross the road?” he asked, almost bursting out laughing before even finishing the joke. “I don’t know Jack, why?” you said with a low voice, sounding bored and knowing it would be something really lame. “Because it didn’t have the guts,” he said, letting the laughter he had contained come out. You couldn’t help but laugh with him as it was so stupid and poor.

He then sat up, after finishing laughing at himself which caused him to throw his body back against the couch. “Seriously, though,” he said, raising his eyebrows in a manner which told you he was about to get really serious really fast. “It was almost as funny as hearing that Luke Hemmings is looking for you,” he said. You froze, shooting a glance over your shoulder towards the kitchen, but Tyler looked busy, and had probably heard nothing. Jack’s hand slapping your thigh lightly directed your focus back to him, and he was now leaning in towards you, understanding you didn’t want Tyler to know. Hell, you didn’t want Jack to know but apparently he did.

“Again! Except this time it wasn’t from you,” he hissed by now, between gritted teeth. He was referring to when Luke put a timer on you, or else you’d become a target. You tried forming sentences, but you were too stunned about what was about to happen. He could’ve told Mino, which in turn could’ve done things you didn’t wanna think about, just because of Luke’s and yours little games.

“So,” he said, scooting closer to you on the couch, never breaking the intense eye contact. “Wanna tell me what the fuck you’re up to?”

You closed your eyes, grunting. This wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. You shook your head, speechless by his confrontation. “Okay, Jack liste-” you were interrupted by Tyler shouting to you. It wasn’t until then you realized there was no sounds from the kitchen anymore, and that Tyler had made his way to the door to open it for some reason you were oblivious to, too caught up in your conversation with Jack to hear.

You let your eyes wander towards Tyler who stood with the door open, looking back at you. “Hey, y/n. Are you deaf?” he said, scoffing when your eyes finally found his. You felt Jack tense up in the couch next to you, and you didn’t understand what was happening.

Everything took place in the same moment, or so it seemed. Jack confronting you, Tyler shouting at you, obviously wanting your attention. But it was not only the fact that he was calling on you, but what he was calling on you for. “Luke Hemmings is here, looking for you,” Tyler grimaced to you, as if confused, and all you could do was let your eyes make their way to the person standing on the threshold.

“... and he looks fucking pissed,” Jack finished Tyler’s sentence for you, but he whispered it in your ear, so you were the only one who heard it. You gave Tyler a nod, and he stepped aside, letting the tall blonde boy in. Jack locked your wrist in his when you rose to stand up, and plopped you back down on the couch. “Just tell me, should I be worried?” he said, looking into your eyes. And once you heard him say those words, you relaxed, knowing he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it if you told him everything was okay.

If he only knew.

“No, of course not,” you snapped, trying to sound harsh but the words rolled off your tongue sweetly.

He let go of your wrist, sending a short greeting Luke’s way. You strolled towards him, but didn’t say a word. He observed your every step, eyes studying you up and down as you got closer to him. Still didn’t utter a word.

When you walked past him, you felt him instantly following you. Still no words. You felt Tyler’s and Jack’s burning gazes on your back and on Luke as you began walking towards your room. But you didn’t care, you were both smug, excited and amused all at once. He actually showed up at your door. He actually dared to pay a visit to the forbidden city. All to see you. How could you not be smug.

Your stomach clenched as you got closer and closer to your door. You heard his steps behind you, and without turning around or saying anything, you opened your door and walked in, standing at the back of your room. You crossed your arms over your chest, arching one eyebrow at him when he closed the door behind him. He turned to you, a smile hiding something lighting his entire face up.

Damn. He looked hot in his light blue ripped jeans, and the white shirt that was hanging slightly, along with the snapback that covered most of his hair. You cursed on the inside, mostly because of how much the sight of him turned you on.

He reached down to the key hanging in the door with his hand, and flipped it around with his fingers, the clicking sound it gave off being barely audible. “Now you can’t avoid me any longer,” he said in a taunting voice, deep but with pressure on the words. He meant it. You were trapped, but you didn’t complain. You wouldn’t run anywhere.

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” you corrected him, pointing up with your index finger. He just tilted his head to one side, one corner of his mouth twitching. He wanted to smirk, but resisted to.

“You know, you really shouldn’t have done that,” he then said, speaking with a slow voice, making sure you heard each word. He took a step towards you, and you stood still. He had changed the subject, but you knew exactly what he was referring to, even though your answer implied that you didn’t. “Done what?”

“Oh, I think you know.” Another step.

“You’re taking quite some risk, coming here,” you almost interrupt him. Almost. But he gets triggered by it anyway, and stops his slow pacing all together. “If you’re a good girl then you’ll listen,” he warned, his voice strict. It made you close your parted lips and think about what you were going to say, or not going to say, next. He began walking towards you again, licking his lips and playing with his tongue against his cheek. You wondered what he was about to say, but were too impatient to wait for it.

“You know I’m not.” You felt your inner self cheer at you, proud over your remark.

“I do know that,” he said, stopping when he was right in front of you, his body nearly touching yours. Your breathing became more heavy, and when you peeked up at him you saw the smirk that was growing on lips. He had noticed, and was clearly enjoying the affect he had on you. “Why did you say that, then?” you teased, triggering him even more. Wanting him to do something.

In the blink of an eye, he connected his lips to yours, pulling you close to him. He was warm, and so was his tongue when he easily accessed your mouth, not needing to ask. His hands found your lower back, and started rubbing them around. It felt nice, and you moaned into his mouth, which muffled it. He began lowering his hands, soon finding your ass, kneading it and spanking it with one hand. You yelped forward each time, your body pressing a little bit closer to his each time.

“Enough of this teasing,” he breathed when he pulled his face away from you. You could almost hear your needy whimper yourself when he did. “You’re gonna cum so fucking hard once I’m done with you,” he said, voice dark and full of lust. And you didn’t know if it was because of Luke or because of his words, or the combination of them, but you found your core clenching and aching for him. To touch you, to be inside you.

The dirty thoughts running through your mind only contributed to making you more and more wet. His touch alone was wetting, along with his lips that were back on yours, his thigh in between yours as he pushed you back against the bed, gawking at you while you plopped down onto it. “And you,” he purred, hovering over you, hands on either side of your face as he dipped his head down close to yours to whisper. “Leave me hanging again, I dare you,” his voice was filled with some kind of hair-rising undertone. You shivered, but it was something that slipped by him, unnoticed. Instead, he grabbed his snapback and threw it across the room, letting it land somewhere unimportant.

You attached your lips to his as if it was the only thing you’d ever done in your life, skillfully pulling his shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere on the floor next to your bed. His lips found your ear, nibbling on it before moving on to suck at the skin right under it. His hands were working on your shirt at the same time, but he didn’t want to stop kissing you, at least that’s what it seemed like. When he continued pressing kisses along your neck, he grabbed your shirt with both hands, ripping it in half. You grinned at how eager how we was, and how he didn’t want to lose a chance to touch you. His hands instantly found your nipples, and immediately began massaging them, rolling them between his index finger and thumb, occasionally pulling at them for your pleasure.

“Jesus, Luke,” you whined, your hands trailing over his chest, clawing at it. “Louder sweetheart, I don’t think they heard you,” he replied, his breath tickling your neck. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his smug comment, secretly feeling how it turned you on.

You dragged your compared to his, small hands, down his stomach, fumbling with his zipper for a second. Your hands were shaking, not because of how nervous you were, but because he was having such a huge impact on you right now. His lips were moving down to your collarbone, and suddenly his touch on your nipples were gone. Instead, he let his hands cup your waist, holding you steady as he trailed his lips longingly down from your collarbone, to in between your breasts, stopping to kiss both of your nipples. They reacted instantly to his wet tongue, hardening. He hummed in approval, and you found yourself arching your back, wanting to be closer to him and his lips. Wanting, needing him to touch you more.

But his featherlight touch with his lips, and the journey they made, finally continued down over your stomach, circling around your navel, before pressing his lips down on it, giving it a sly kiss. Then, he moved down, heading south towards where you needed him the most, where you ached for him. Your hands tangled in his hair when he pulled your jeans down, along with your panties.

“I love this, baby,” he mumbled against your clit, pressing his lips against it. “How wet you are for me,” he continued, using one finger to massage your entrance. “I love that,” he said before pushing one finger inside of you, curling it upwards. You arched your back again, feeling your hips jerk forward, into his hand. Then he pulled it out, and spread the wetness and juices it had caught, making your clit wet. You felt it pulsating under the touch of his finger.

He switched out his finger, and directly placed his lips around your sensitive spot, sucking hard. You weren’t ready for his action, and once more your hips jerked up and towards him. He chuckled, the dark sound emerging from him, sending vibrations to your clit. You shut your eyes, fingers massaging his scalp. He continued to make noises, finding it gave you pleasure. It was moans, grunts, or just dark hums.

You wanted to scream his name, to let all the pleasure he was providing you come out in tangled and messy moans, but you restricted yourself. What would the others think if they heard their best friend moaning Luke Hemmings name? And in addition, letting them know how Luke was tongue-fucking you just a few rooms away.

Before you even could comprehend what happened, he sat up on the edge of the bed, letting his feet touch the floor. He used both of his hands to place you on one of his thighs, you completely naked, yet he was still wearing his jeans since you hadn’t gotten them off before he began touching you. You felt your wet, naked core against the fabric of his jeans as he placed his hands on your hips. A flush spread across your cheeks when you began feeling embarrassed for some reason. Probably because you’d never done this before, yet it turned you on to the max. Especially when he began guiding your hips, moving them back and forth, making you grind on his thigh.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you clung onto my thighs when you sucked me off,” he said, kissing the skin on your chest. “But I don’t want your hands on them this time,” he murmured, his hands still helping you to grind on him while continuing to talk with a serious voice. “I want you to ride them instead,” he said the last thing in a faint whisper, sending a shiver running down your spine. You threw your head back, feeling the fabric against your bare clit creating a sensational friction which could send you over the edge so fast.

“Damn you’re kinky,” you couldn’t resist telling him. Not that you didn’t like it it, quite the opposite actually, you were very fond of this side of him.

Suddenly he stopped your motions with his firm grip, and instead began tapping his foot against the floor. “Are you trying to tell me you’re not?” he sneered, eyes darting up to meet yours. His pupils were dilated, and his bottom lip sucked in. He looked full of lust, dark and enchanting. You tried to find something firm to hold onto, and right when you were aiming to grab onto his shoulders he caught your hands in his, entwining your fingers together and holding them for support. It helped steadying you while he bounced his leg up and down in a quick pace. “Shit,” you blurted out.

“Mhm, does this turn you on babe?” he said, the tone of his voice pitching up near the end, sounding excited and turned on himself. “You, completely naked and exposed on my thigh. Does that turn you on? Certainly turns me on,” he kept dirty talking, his eyes dead set on yours as he squeezes your hands in his, signalizing that he was holding onto you. When you closed your eyes, feeling the all too familiar knot begin to grow in your lower stomach, you heard him parting his lips to speak again.

“You wanna cum, hm?” he let your hands go, and instead sneaked his arm around your waist, pulling your chest close to his, for both better support and so he could feel your naked skin against his. Warming him, soothing him. “By all means, keep riding me until you shake,” he said, stopping his tapping of his foot, letting you take care of yourself. “I won’t stop you this time,” he said smugly, referring to him leaving you hanging. You could do nothing but exactly that, ride his thigh for your own pleasure.

“I can literally feel you tensing up,” he spoke softly. It was when he gave his leg one last bounce, meeting your clit as you were bumping up and down, that you came embarrassingly hard and loud. You held onto him, arms around his neck as you muffled your moans against his shoulder to not let the others in the house hear what just happened. “Fuck,” he growled, the sight and above all, the feeling of you coming on his thigh making him harder and harder.

He helped you ride out your high by grabbing your hips once more, and rocking you back and forth, forcing you down on his firm thigh as your hips just kept jerking, wanting to rise from him. “Shh, easy, calm down,” he hushed, his voice now soft and tender. His lips found your temple, and he kissed it, loosening the grip on your hips when you finally calmed down and came down. You let out a shaky breath, inhaling deeply right after. Relaxing in his grip as soon as you were done. “Good girl,” when he called you that your head snapped up at him, gazing at him with sleepy eyes.

“Hope you’re not too tired, because I’m gonna make you cum one more time, to make up for last time,” he said, winking and helping you off his thigh. When you find yourself on the bed next to him, you look down at his thigh. Instantly regretting it, feeling how your cheeks began reddening when you spotted the dark spot on his jeans. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” he said when he glanced at you and spotted your red face. He stroke your cheek softly with his warm hand. You bit down on your lip, noticing his hard on. He noticed the direction your eyes darted, and a confident smile grew on his lips. With his eyes still set on you, he gracefully unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, letting them drop to the floor.

His black boxers revealed a damp spot on them, and you licked your lips noticing it. This time you’d actually get to feel his dick inside of you, and not merely your mouth. The thought of it made you clench down there again, and you were on your way to drag his boxers down and taste him, when he promptly stopped you. “No, I’m gonna come right away, the sight of you coming from riding my thigh alone could make me cum,” he muttered hoarsely. He hovered over you, effortlessly sliding his boxers down. His dick was hard, it must’ve hurt. You understood what he meant by no foreplay, he would had come undone.

He looked at you, letting his eyes wander down your naked body underneath him. His chest was tickling yours as he leaned down on his elbows, positioned on each side of your face. “Fuck me,” you whined, wiggling your hips under him, trying to reach him. He just chuckled, his lips latching yours in a hot and messy kiss. “Don’t worry, I will,” he whispered, out of breath and impatient right before pounding into you hard with a thrust. The unexpected action made you tense up, but relax as soon as he let you adjust to him.

He began thrusting, slowly, as if he wanted to preserve the moment. You on the other hand, craved for him to move faster, to make you come for the second time.

Like he had heard what you were wishing for, he went ahead and quickened the pace of his hips and thrusts. Each time going slightly faster, slightly harder. His head was dipped down into the crook of your neck, and you had your head against the pillow, sweat forming on your forehead. You felt the sensational pulsation of your clit, and how his skin met it every time he thrusted into you.

Throwing your legs up, you locked them around his hips for support, so that he would be able to reach deeper into you. You ached for him to be just that, and to hit that sweet spot inside of you. His breath was unsteady, and he let one hand slide down to massage your hips for a moment, slowing down the pace of his thrusts.

You took the moment to breathe, and to press your lips against his. When you began moving your tongue in sync with his, and let your hands explore his back, he began thrusting harder again, faster. Just what you wanted. Your moans filled the air between you, along with his grunts and growls. “Damn you feel so good,” he hummed close to your face, his breath tickling your lips. You answered by pressing your nails down on his shoulder blades, dragging them down his back slowly. You could feel his body responding by pounding into you harsher, and his grip on your hips became more rough.

For the second time, you felt the all too familiar knot arise in your lower stomach, growing like a balloon. And like the icing on top of the cake, Luke’s fingers found their way to your still sensitive clit. Once they made contact with your skin, your hips jerked up to his, not only pushing him deeper in but also hitting a sweet spot inside of you. “Ah sh- Luke,” you couldn’t control the moan that slipped through your lips. It was loud, and it urged Luke on.

He rubbed your clit harshly, pressing his fingers down on your bundle hard. You felt him tense up, and the pace of his fingers became sloppy as well as the thrusts. He was close, and you could feel the balloon growing in your stomach for each second, getting closer like a train. Your lips parted without you realizing it, another moan being dangerously close to spilling out.

Instantly, you pressed your lips against his neck, sucking and silencing yourself by leaving a hickey on him. And it was meant for you to hush yourself, but you noticed it turned him on even more, and as you were leaving the first spot on his skin to make another one, his dick began twitching inside of you. And when it did, he pressed down harder on your clit, forcing your orgasm to come faster. You instantly threw your head back when the balloon bursted, and your orgasm took over your entire body. Your hips jerked against Luke’s as he was coming down from his high, the warm liquid from his member filling you up with warmth.

He kept toying with your clit, not as harsh, but letting his fingers glide over it ever so softly as he kept moving in and out at a slow and tender pace. You smiled, licking your lips as your hands found his hair and tugged on it. He dipped his head down, pecking your lips before moving them down and kissing along your collarbone.

“Y/n,” he whimpered, and moments later he let his body collapse on yours. You closed your eyes as you embraced the last of your orgasm, before the feeling of it began fading away. “Jesus fucking christ,” you sighed and opened your eyes to look down at him, as he laid with his head against your chest.

He rolled off you, never letting you out of his sight. Pulling you closer as he laid beside you. Just when he opened his mouth to speak, your phone went off, which was heard as a dampened sound. You turned your head to gaze down at the floor, where it was buried under your clothes. With a groan, you unwillingly dragged yourself out of Luke’s embrace, searching under your clothes to find the phone.

Once you found it, you didn’t bother looking at the screen, but just answered it directly. “Hey.”

A dark, stern voice was on the other line, speaking to you with such coldness you didn’t recognize it at first. “Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?” Mino was mad. Beyond mad. By the sound of it, he was sitting in his car, driving past honking cars. You wondered it they were honking at him, if he was really speeding through traffic that fast. Then, you scrunched your nose in confusion. “What?” your voice had a innocent tone entangled in it.

“Don’t. You know exactly what. I want him out of our house right now, and you in my office when I come home. I’ll be there in less than five minutes,” he said with a scolding voice. He sounded like the principal, or even your dad. You knew you had to listen to him, though, and talk to him once he would be home. But you’d never heard him raise his voice like that, or talk to you like that, ever. Not even to Jack, or Tyler. He must’ve been seriously angry at you. On some level deep down, which you didn’t want to admit, you understood why.

“Mino!” You squealed through the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. He simply hung up, letting you know he didn’t care about excuses or explanations, that would have to wait until you could speak face to face. You lowered your phone from your ear, looking over at Luke who sat on the edge of your bed, boxers on and with his phone in his hands “Shit,” he muttered, eyes meeting yours. “Mino knows?” he asked, and when he said Mino’s name it was as if they’d known each other for years and years. You pressed your lips together, swallowing. “Yes.”

“He’s not alone,” he said, holding his phone up for you to see while you were putting your clothes back on. You read on the screen. Ashton had sent him a text, telling him to come home, because they had to talk. You rolled your eyes, knowing you were both busted. It made you feel like you were twelve, and you’d both been caught by your parents doing something you, according to them, shouldn’t have. Well, you and Luke having sex was something you shouldn’t technically have done, seeing you’re both rivals and that would go against the loyalty within your own groups.

So yes, you were pissed that both Ashton and Mino were about to make a big deal out of it, but also pissed that they did it in such a way which made you feel like you were a little child. You knew it was a big no no to do what you’d just done with Luke, but hell, they were not ones to interfere with both yours and Luke’s private life like that. Even if they were your leaders.

You felt the anger inside of you only rise the more you got dressed, the closer the clock ticked to those five minutes to pass. When you pulled your shirt over your head, you threw a glance over at Luke, who was also fully clothed by now. He was fidgeting with his phone, probably replying to that text message. All you could think of was how you were going to get Luke out of there without having Tyler and Jack completely staring at you. Then you got an idea.

Walking over to pick up his snapback, you felt his gaze on you. You turned back to him with a smile, putting in on his head. “Ready?” you said sweetly, sweeter than you thought it would come out. He smiled, almost letting out a small laugh at the tone of your voice. But he nodded, and when you courageously took his hand in yours, his eyes widened. You didn’t say anything, but just unlocked the door and tugged him with you.

Instead of walking towards the living room and the hallway, you went the opposite way, heading towards the backdoor you never used. Luke followed quietly, tightening the grip on your hand. It felt small in his, and he was warm.

When you reached the door, you opened it before turning to him. He looked down, and you let go of his hand as you just gazed at him, not knowing what to say. What do you say to someone you would possibly never meet again? Your mind wandered, but when you felt him take your hand in his again, you returned to reality. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” You rolled your eyes at his words, but smiled anyway.

“You don’t know that. But I like your optimism,” you said, cocking one eyebrow at him. He grabbed your other hand, so he now stood with both of your hands in his, while the door stood wide open next to you. A breeze of air caught your hair, but it was gone as fast as it came. You looked out, and it made you remember those five minutes Mino had given you. “Hey, look at me. Y/n, look at me.” Luke’s voice was serious when he spoke.

“You’ll be fine. I know you will be,” he said, voice low, almost whispering. He let go of one of your hands, and cupped your cheek with his now free hand. You leaned your face against his soft skin. “I guess this is goodbye,” he sighed after a while, and you could tell he clenched his jaw. You bit your lower lip, feeling nervous all of a sudden. You weren’t sure you were ready to say goodbye to this person yet. A few weeks ago you’d never even imagined you’d end up like this. Yet here you found yourself, finding it somewhat hard to say goodbye to this person who is supposed to hate you, and you him. How did this even happen? When did it even happen?

“With you Luke, it’s never goodbye.”

“I’m going to miss that mouth of yours,” he suddenly flashed a smile, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling how his hand abruptly disappeared from yours. Another breeze snuck up on you, and when you opened your eyes, he was gone.

You looked out, trying to see him anywhere, but he was completely gone.

Inhaling, you took a step back, bringing the door with you. When it was closed, you locked it and leaned against it while doing so. Preparing yourself, gathering yourself, for what’s to come. And with that, you turned from the door, taking a few hesitating steps. You didn’t hear anyone, not even Jack. You took a few more steps, but when you still didn’t hear anyone, you picked up the pace towards Mino’s office, worried that those five minutes had passed and that he was already in there, waiting for you.

The door creaked when you pushed it open with caution, and you took a careful step into his office. Phew. It was empty. You looked around, a few papers laid spread out over his desk, his chair was pushed out. His computer was turned off, and you kept your eyes on it for some reason, as you sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk, waiting.

Impatiently, nervously, you began tapping your foot against the floor. You grinned, the still fresh memory of Luke doing that while you sitting over his thigh playing in your mind. Fidgeting with your fingers, you inhaled, letting your head fall back, so you were gazing up at the ceiling. Just as you were doing that, the door swung open, and in walked Mino. He paced to his desk without a word, throwing a bag on the floor next to it. It said NORDSTROM on it with white letters. You furrowed your brows, he rarely went shopping. But when he cleared his throat, your eyes darted to him without thinking.

He didn’t say anything, but kept looking at you through hooded eyes. A good five minutes must have passed, as he just sat there. But then, he finally parted his lips, inhaling, to speak. “I sincerely hope he is not in the building,” he said, not letting you out of his sight as you squirmed in your seat, uncomfortable in this situation. You’d never heard him speak to you like this, and the seriousness in his voice frightened you. You could only nod, looking away from him.

“Good. Now, I have a mission for you,” he said, sounding like the Mino you knew. Happy, cheerful, but still serious. You looked back at him, smiling this time. He returned your smile, and you placed your hands on the side supports on the armchair, feeling like one trouble was out of your way. “Oh thank god, I thought you were going to stay mad at me,” you said, and to that he only chuckled. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he replied, his smile vanishing rather fast as he leaned over his desk, supporting himself on his elbows- lips pressed together.

Your smile faded away, too, when you realized he was in fact not over it, and he was still pissed as hell. Your nails dug into the chair as you swallowed, waiting for him to speak again. When he didn’t, you blinked a couple of times before asking him, “What’s the mission?”

“You’re going to kill him.”

He didn’t even blink when he said it. He showed no signs of regret, no signs of insecurity. He was certain. And he looked at you, studied the way you reacted. How your entire body tensed, your eyes wandering away from him, landing somewhere on the floor, how you clenched your fists, the way you parted your lips in shock. You were clearly startled, angry, and sad at the same time. Your eyes began watering, something else that didn’t go unnoticed by him. You felt anger build up inside of you, but it was shot down by sadness.

You knew you had to pull yourself together, to quickly build up the wall that kept emotions up, especially the visible ones. So taking a deep breath, you looked back at him with big, clear eyes, shoulder slouched in a relaxed way, stance posh and strong. “A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” you said, voice empty with no emotions as you attempted to make him rethink his decision. He grinned, narrowing his eyes.

“And why is that?” he asked, supporting his face on his hands as he strained his eyes at you. You wanted to laugh at him right as he asked you that, but you knew that would blow your facade of handling this situation in a mature way, without drama, without fighting with him. “Because that would start world fucking war three, and you know it,” you said, completely meaning every single word you said. It was true, and he knew that. Ashton wouldn’t let it just slip by him that you, belonging to Mino’s gang, had taken out one of his members. He’d want revenge, and he’d want it ugly.

He was still having his eyes on you as he sat debating whether or not you had made a valid point. You waited, patiently, you didn’t want to give in and start whining right now about how this was a bad decision and based on invalid points. But truth was, there were merely not invalid points, and you knew that as well. You were still a hitman, nonetheless, and Mino was your boss. You should take the boss's order, and finish the task without hesitating or arguing.

“You’re going to finish him,” he eventually said, leaning in towards you, stretching out his arm to point down at the bag he threw on the floor when he entered earlier. “And you’re going to do it on the annual dinner Ashton’s gang will be attending on friday.”

You gasped, but were quick to cover it up by clearing your throat and standing up. When you did, you peeked down at his bag. Of course. In there you could distinguish a beautiful gown, in a navy color. He had prepared this. You looked back at him, confused. You didn’t know what annual dinner he was talking about, you’d never attended one in your life.

“What annual dinner?” you said, genuinely wanting to know. The corner of his mouth twitched as he bent down, picking up the bag from the floor, and tossing it to you. You caught it, opening it to get a closer look at the mesmerizing dress that laid hidden in there. “It’s an annual dinner amongst the richest people in town, and their families. You know, not all of those rich people have made it to where they are with fair play. And some of them still have one foot in the criminal world, which is something we leaders do not appreciate. We want them out. They just tend to mess up things. And once a year, they have this dinner and evening party, where they meet and catch up, and have a good time,” he explained, looking like the casual Mino you knew.

“So how do you know Luke will be there?” you asked, a wrinkle in between your eyebrows as you tried to figure out how this all made sense. Why would Luke be there?

“It’s not his first rodeo, okay? Ashton usually attends it, acting like he is one of them. It’s actually one of the good things he does for other gangs. He handles things that requires attention, and does it with grace. No one notices, and he does it without leaving trails. But he is not alone, Luke is by his side, and has been for the last few times now.” He looked at you, making sure you were following him. And you nodded, grasping the bag in your hand tighter. “That’s how I know Luke will be there. And that’s why it’s the perfect time to strike. He won’t see it coming, he will be unprepared.”

You shook your head slightly in an attempt to grasp everything Mino just explained. You’d never heard of this annual dinner, well, not surprising. But you never knew Luke and Ashton did such a thing every year. And that Ashton went there, not only for his sake but for all the other gangs? That was something you did not expect, at all. However, you had no idea how you were going to fit in. For starters, how you were even going to get in. But of course, as if Mino had read your mind, he answered your unasked question.

“You’re gonna sneak in through a backdoor, which of course, had guards around it, so you will need to take them out. But that’s a piece of cake, trust me.” He said, waving with his hands in the air like it was nothing, which it really wasn’t for you. But you couldn’t comprehend what was going on, that you were actually ordered to kill Luke after all these years. “The big problem will be to get Luke away from Ashton’s sight,” Mino said, dragging you back to present time. You shook your head briskly, toying with your tongue.

“That won’t be a problem,” you said, pinning your eyes on his. He looked at you with knitted eyebrows for a second, but then he relaxed, placing his hands behind his neck, leaning back in his chair. “I’m sure it won’t,” he said teasingly, probably knowing what was up with that. You closed your eyes and shuddered, the thought of him understanding what you were planning to do made you want to throw up. It was Mino for christ sake!

“Just give me the address,” you said, pissed and embarrassed at the same time. He chuckled, but reached over his desk to collect a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote down something with small, neat letters, and handed it over to you over his desk. You let go of the bag with one hand, and took the little note he held out for you from his hand. “Hey, y/n,” he said, looking up at you with big eyes. You were unprepared for his sudden worried expression, but stopped mid-step to look back at him.

“I hope you understand why I’m doing this. It’s not to hurt you. I just, I don’t like it. It’s bad, you shouldn’t trust Luke,” he then said, which made you roll your eyes and let a loud sigh come out of you. You wanted to yell at him that if he’d just said that from the beginning you’d had backed off, and Luke could live. But you resisted that urge, and played it cool. Of course Mino didn’t want to hurt you, but maybe he saw an opportunity to get Luke out of the game?

“Friday, you say?” you said, changing subject, not wanting to answer him. “Friday, seven o’clock on the dot.”

When he said that, you clenched your jaw and walked up toward the door to his office, opening it and stepping out, being careful not to slam it shut to get your anger out on something rather than him. When you walked away from his office, the bag in a tight grip in your hand, you felt like punching the wall. You heard voices from the living room, and then Tyler’s laugh echoed through the hallway as you got closer. You shut your eyes closed, not wanting to deal with them right now.

When you reached the kitchen, and soon living room where they were, you quickened the pace of your feet, almost storming past them, making your way to your room. “Y/n!” you heard Tyler yell after you, but you shut it off, not wanting to hear it nor deal with it right now. If they wanted to scold you as well, they would have to wait.

You plopped down on your bed, exhausted and at a loss of words, mind spinning. In two days, the annual dinner would take place, and you’d get to wear the wonderful dress Mino had gotten you, and you’d have to finish this job. It felt like you were going to kill an era, to kill a part of your life. Which in a way, was exactly what you were about to do. You turned to your side, checking the time on your clock that stood on the little table beside your bed. 6:23pm. You were in no mood for food, even though your stomach was begging you to eat. You felt tired, and just wanted to shut your eyes and let yourself drift off.

So that’s what you decided to do, crawling under the covers, you took your clothes off gracefully, and snuggled up in your bed. When you took a deep breath, you felt Luke’s scent hitting you. Sniffing on the covers again, you once more felt his sweet, but sensual scent crawl into your nostrils, making you both smile and create a lump in your stomach. But you had no time to dwell on it, seeing you were drifting further and further away from reality, and soon you were completely gone, lost in a dreamworld.

“I’m in,” you whispered through the phone, hearing Mino confirming he’s heard you, before hanging up and putting the phone in your small clutch you were holding. You felt the gun against your thigh as you were walking. You had it in a suspender around your thigh, holding it for you securely in place. The dress covered your legs, and you felt beautiful in it, and the makeup you’d accomplished before going to this event. You were proud over yourself for actually being able to put on your makeup that well. You felt pretty, and like maybe, just maybe, you’d seem to fit in.

Making your way towards the room where the actual dinner and party would be, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking around with big eyes at the walls, and the ceiling as you walked through rooms and hallways in order to get to your location in the big mansion. It felt like a castle, and you wouldn’t be surprised if many rich families or even some kind of royalty had lived here, or did live here. It was beautiful, ancient, and well preserved.

You walked through a room where the door was open, and couldn’t help but sneak in and have a look. It was big, yet small somehow. High ceiling, painted walls with lots of paintings of people hanging on the walls around the room, gold details decorating the most of it. There was a big couch standing facing you, it was dark red, and it looked fancy. Behind it stood a large bed, pillars surrounding it, and white, soft fabric hanging down from one pillar to the other.

The clatter sound heels make, and the sound of chattering woke you up from your daydream, and you immediately walked out from the room, looking around. You were met by two women walking towards you, none of them had spotted you yet. You began pacing towards them, and eventually they looked up at you. “Excuse me, ladies,” you said in the most posh and decent voice you could. They both stopped in front of you, their eyes admiring your dress, and yours admiring theirs. They were so beautiful.

“Do you know where I can find the ballroom? I was searching for the bathrooms and got lost,” you smiled sweetly at them, in honest need for their help. They started talking in each others mouth, but ended up pointing in one common way. You thanked them for their help, grabbing your dress and walking past them towards the ballroom, towards Luke and Ashton.

Once you found the right room, you were absolutely stunned. Never had you ever seen a room so beautiful and big. It truly looked like a ballroom in a big castle, and you briefly wondered who was living here. There were people all around the room, and you figured that dinner was over, seeing all the tables were moved out of the room and people were walking around, mingling and dancing. There was alcohol filling two large tables on the west side of the room, and your mouth popped open at the sight of how much money they must have spent on this night.

You scanned the room for potential threats or Luke. But when you didn’t discover anything, you decided to walk over to that table where they had placed all the alcohol, and snatched yourself a glass of champagne. You let the cool glass rest against your lower lip as you took a welcoming sip of the fine drink. It was delicious, tasty. You took another sip, really enjoying this.

“Well hello there,” a dark voice said behind you. You turned on your heel, trying to locate the source of the voice. You were met by a man standing in front of you, dressed in a sharp suit and with nicely styled hair. He looked clean, hot, actually. You gulped down the champagne, before offering him a smile. “Hi,” you replied, noticing the way his eyes followed the dress down to the floor. “You look… wow. Magnificent,” he said, sounding honest. You gave him a nod, looking him up and down as well.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you said, raising your glass to him before drinking. He sneered, walking up to stand by your side, grabbing a glass himself. After tasting it himself, he gave it an approved look, then turned his attention back to you.

“So, tell me, why haven’t I seen you around before?” he said, one hand in his pocket and the other one holding the glass sloppily. You gazed suspiciously down at his pocket, but then told yourself to stop being so on the edge. You were not going to make it through tonight if you were going to act this suspicious. Promptly, you averted your eyes from his pocket, and settled with looking into his instead. “That’s a good question,” you said with a flirty tone, trying to seem fitting for the evening.

“Does this beauty have a name?” he purred, and you started to feel disgusted. The tone of his voice along with his cheesiness, you knew he was a sleazeball. You hated those kind of people, and you just wanted to get the heck out of there as fast as possible to avoid further conversation. But that would be dramatic, and could possibly cause a scene, which was not exactly what you wanted by ‘blending in’.

When you opened your mouth to tell him your name, someone did it for you. “It’s y/n, and she’s with me,” the voice made a big smile grow on your lips as you looked down at your feet. At the same time, he sneaked his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him to demonstrate that the guy in front of you had nothing to do here. One of his eyes twitched, but he surrendered without a fight, which you appreciated. “Fine, it was good while it lasted,” he said, winking to you before turning on his heel and disappearing in the crowd of people.

You released a sigh of relief, and turned to greet your rescuer. “Luke,” you said, beaming at him as you stood in his arms. He cocked his head at you, and smiled back. “Y/n,” he said, but there was something in his voice, the way he said it, like it was heavy.

“May I ask what you’re doing here?” he widened his eyes as he was talking, lowering his head so he was sure you were looking at him. You didn’t know what to reply to that, you were startled by him finding you before you found him, and asking you that before you could think of a good answer. You tried to take some time to think, and the only thing you could find to stall him with was to take a step back and admire his appearance. You mouthed him a ‘wow’ to which he scoffed. But you were serious, instead of thinking of something to say, you actually admired how he looked. So good, with a black clean suit, and a dark blue tie, matching your dress, amusingly enough.

When you saw him raising his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to answer him, you raised your glass for the second time already. “Drinking,” you finally muttered, before taking a quite large sip. His hands directly flew up to take the drink away from you. You scowled at him, narrowing your eyes.

“Let’s slow down on that, shall we?” he said, putting the glass back down on the table, and looking back at you. “What are you doing here?” he asked once more, but this time his voice wasn’t as sweet, and he had more depth in his voice, it was darker. He placed his hands in the pockets of his pants, and shrugged his shoulders at you.

“I’m actually here because…” your voice was low, and you sighed before finding the right words, or the right lie. “Because this was a chance to see you without Mino knowing,” you said, lying right to his face. He smirked, letting his head dip as he gazed at his shoes. You wanted to grab his face, to look him in the eyes and tell him that you were lying and for him to run, to get out of here. Instead, what you did was to let your hand squeeze his arm, and pull him closer to you.

You noticed the hickey on his neck, that you’d given him the other day. It was purple and yellow, and oh so very beautiful on his skin. You trailed your fingers along it, and were entertained by the thought of him not even bothering to cover it up. It made you feel proud, in a strange way.

“Need me to make it darker?” you whispered, letting your eyes find his as you were averting them from the colorful hickey. He licked his lips, his hands tugging on your hips. You grabbed his biceps, holding onto them for support. Then you realized that Ashton could be anywhere, and withdraw your touch and pushed yourself off of him fast. “What’s wrong?” he said, opening his arms in a lost gesture.

“Where’s Ashton?” you mumbled between your teeth, not wanting people around to hear, or even Ashton, if he were to be close. Luke let out a little laugh, and took your hand in his, making his way with determined steps, towards the door you came from. You looked around, trying to find Ashton's face in the crowd of people. It was without success, instead you let Luke take you away from the ballroom, out to the hallway you came from. He stopped when you were out of earshot from the room, and out of sight. Then he turned to you, his hands cupping your blush stained cheeks.

“Sweetie, it’s just you and me right now,” he said, raising his eyebrows after the witty comment. Yeah, you were alone, for now. Who knew where Ashton was? Why was he so calm about this anyway? He knew it wasn’t good if Ashton would spot the two of you.

But once Luke pressed his soft lips against yours, you didn’t care. Ashton could be behind you, or a million miles away, you didn’t care. You felt like you were soaring. Realizing this was the last time you’d get to kiss Luke, you teared up, however, you didn’t care about that either. You let the tears roll down your cheeks like raindrops roll down the window. Luke noticed the salty taste that made it’s way to his tongue, and abruptly stopped kissing you to look at you. “Baby,” he breathed, forehead against yours as he was calming his heavy breathing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m sorry,” you said, attaching your wet lips to his once more, but he took your shoulders in his hands and held you away from him. Forcing you to look at him, tears rolling down your cheeks. You knew you had to stop crying, to gather yourself and finish this. But damn, it was hard. He gave you a concerned look, but let you back into his warm embrace, and let you press your lips against his in a affectionate kiss.

You began pushing him back, never breaking the kiss as you were following his steps back. Soon you saw the open door from the corner of your eye, and changed the direction of him, so he was backing right into the room you sneaked into previously. He pulled you with him, one hand on the back of your head, making sure your lips are against his and that your tongue is dancing with his. You knew he’d hit the couch soon, and prepared yourself mentally for what was about to come.

On cue, his legs came in contact with the red couch, and it forced him to plop down on it. He sat on it, looking down confused as to what just happened. But then he realized, and cocked one eyebrow at you, his hands reaching for your face to grab it so he could reattach his lips to yours. But you slapped his hands away, and in a swift motion that didn’t take more than two seconds, you pulled your dress up, grabbed your gun and loaded it, aiming it in between his eyebrows.

He looked at you with big eyes, but then he relaxed, his jaw clenching. “Are you fucking serious?” he said, voice strained. You wiped your eyes with your other hand, trying to get some of the tears that was streaming down away, but new ones kept coming frequently, and you gave up soon, settling with a blurry Luke in front of you.

You didn’t say anything, just kept your finger on the trigger, without moving it. “Y/n,” he sighed, but didn’t move an inch. He let his hands hug the couch under him, and kept you in his sight. You were scared. So scared.

You found it strange, that Luke was yet so calm, and even more strange that he didn’t make a move to get the gun out of your hand. He just sat there, waiting. As if he’d known this was coming, and just patiently waited for it to end. You gulped loudly, trying your hardest to keep the tears from coming. You didn’t know why it bothered you so fucking much, but it did. This should be no problem to you, yet here you fucking stood, not finding the courage to shoot him. Not wanting to shoot him.

Suddenly, everything changed. Something cold was placed against your head, and then the familiar sound of someone loading a gun behind you was heard. You saw Luke’s eyes widen in horror, and his lips parted, as if he wanted to talk but couldn’t find the words. You closed your eyes, the tears suddenly disappearing. You felt like a complete failure.

“I thought I told you to kill her, Luke?” a dark, but lovely voice spoke behind you, and you felt how he pressed the gun harder against your head. “How come, she’s still fucking alive?” he snapped, pushing you with force. You landed on the couch next to luke, and felt your gun slip out of your hand on the way. You whined, the force behind his push hurting your neck. Glancing up, you saw how Ashton tossed the gun he was holding to Luke, who caught it in the air. He then reached out to grab Luke’s arm, and pulled him off the couch without having to give much strength to it. Luke now stood beside him, looking down at you with those big eyes.

You laid on the couch panting, peeking up at Luke through the hair that had fallen down in front of your eyes.

“There, Luke. I left last part for you. You have experience in that, don’t you?” he said, referring to the killing part. You felt your entire chest tighten at his words, and you knew this was the end for you. Tonight had backfired, which only demonstrates clearly how much one little mistake can cost. Ashton smirked at the sight of you on the couch, but then turned on heel to walk out the door, closing it behind him. You jumped at the sound of it slamming shut.

Your eyes found Luke’s again, and you nodded at him. “It’s okay. Just do it,” you whispered, and you couldn’t tell if he was crying or not, but you could swear you saw a tear coming from him. That was all you could see, though, before feeling a serious pain in your leg. You screamed, and squirmed on the couch, your hands instantly finding your thigh to hold it, trying to desperately fight the pain away with your hands. You found that the room was spinning soon, and slowly, you felt your eyes shutting, and how you began drifting away, like you were going to sleep. Was this how dying felt? Slowly, drifting further and further away, just like going to sleep? Without pain, without worries? Just, letting go?

It was dark, completely black, actually. The only thing you knew was your ability to think, if even that existed. And oh, right, that one other thing. Oh, what is it. It’s hard to determine when you can’t look. But it kind of felt like… a wobbling feeling? Yes. Yes that’s it. As if you were on some kind of swing. There’s also something soft against your one side, like hard, but soft at the same time. And something inside of it. Something pounding in a steady beat. No wait, there’s two more things. Yes, two things supporting you. No, isn’t that just the swing? Under your knees, and back? That has to be the swing, right?

You just wanted to open your eyes, to determine what it was. It could be dangerous.

You slapped your instinctive hitman thoughts about threats and survival away, letting the swing take you further, letting it rock you to sleep.

Finally, after what felt like ages and ages of just being locked in alone in a dark room with your thoughts, you fought with your eyes, but were inch by inch able to open them. When they were open, you had to blink a few times in order to get a clear sight. You were looking up at something white, a ceiling. You let your hands fall down to your sides, and felt a soft fabric caress your skin. Looking to your side, you realized you were laying on a couch. You had no time to look around the room, because your eyes caught something else, they caught his. And when he saw that yours were open and looking around, he immediately fell down on his knees besides the couch, his face close to yours. He grabbed one of your hands, using the other one to stroke your hair in a calming way. “What happened?” you groaned with a husky voice.

“I shot you,” he said in a low voice. You had to concentrate in order to hear what he said, there was something in the background, like, music? Yes, definitely music. Loud one as well. When you realized what he said, you raised your eyebrows, inhaling sharply. “You shot me?” you squeal at him, trying to snatch your hand out of his, but finding it hard to do without the energy and strength.

“Let me explain,” he murmured with a gentle voice, using his thumb to caress the skin on your hand. But you had no time to wait for him to explain before you could know if you were safe now, and where the hell he had taken you. You wondered briefly if he had taken you back to his headquarters, and if Ashton and the others were outside, waiting in anticipation. “Where am I?” you asked. He grinned at your question, looking at your surroundings before turning back to you.

“Somewhere no one would ever look,” he answered, and that’s when you knew. “Oh my god,” you said, letting out a weak laugh. “Staff room.” And when you took another glance around the room, you recognized it- and you found it both funny and incredible at the same time. That was really smart of him, actually. After taking in where you were and that you were alive, you peeked at him again. “Luke… I,” you trailed off, but he cut you off before you could finish the sentence.

“I know. Ashton ordered me to kill you, too,” he said, as if reading your mind, again. You gave him a questioning look, eyes hooded. “Wait, you knew I was ordered to kill you?” you asked him, confused about the situation. He let out a small laugh, and his grip on your hand tightened but then loosened again. “Yes, but I wasn’t going to kill you, I shot you in your leg, to fool Ashton into thinking I was going to,” he said, a sad expression taking over his face as he was talking about how he’d hurt you. You moved your leg, and it was indeed hurting.

“Don’t worry, though, I shot you so it’s still functioning,” he said, smiling when you grimaced at him. Your leg would be fine, and you trusted him. After all, he were the one who had shot you, he should know. You let his hand go, cupping his cheek, stroking it with your thumb with a featherlight touch. “It’s okay, Lucas.” You said, reassuring him that you were in fact fine, and would be. He took your hand in his once more, and let his lips hover over your knuckles. He then pressed them down, kissing the back of your hand.

“So you saved me,” you whispered faintly, in awe. He actually saved you, and it took you some time to realize that. He hadn’t killed you, even though he was ordered to. Lucas Hemmings had saved your life. You didn’t know how to comprehend that, but right now, you figured you didn’t have to. You just had to understand why.

“You saved me, us,” he countered, but to that you only gave him a dazed look. He giggled when he saw it, and you couldn’t help yourself but ask. Maybe you’d forgotten something when you blacked out, or maybe just missed something completely. “How did I save you?”

“You weren’t gonna pull that trigger, y/n,” he suddenly sounded serious, doing his initial thing which was arching his eyebrow at you. “If you were going to actually kill me, I’d be dead by now,” he continued, and you sneered at his comment, frankly, at his compliment. “The only explanation I could find was that you were ordered to kill me. I figured, because I was in the same position and I didn’t want to kill you either. But, when I realized you weren’t gonna kill me, I had to understand, I had to know, why didn’t you?” he said, and you could feel yourself being on the verge of tears again. It was silent for a long time, because you were speechless.

The only words you could find to counter him was: ‘why didn’t you?’

His voice was trembling once he spoke again, and you found it absolutely adorable. “Because once I knew you weren’t, hope filled my entire body,” he said, pressing yet another kiss on the back of your hand. You wanted to sit up, but didn’t dare to try. You knew you’d get dizzy, and probably pass out again. Instead you raised your other hand, and stroked his shoulder, his neck, toying with the hair on his neck. “Hope of what?” you urged him, wanting him to do the talking as you knew you’d just burst out crying again.

“I think you know,” he then said, tears welling up in his eyes as his words got caught in his throat, and you felt the same thing happening to you. And once again, you were silent. But after a good minute, you nodded, pulling him closer to you the hand you had on his neck. “Luke,” you said, biting your lower lip while looking into his bright blue eyes that were now surrounded by red stains in his eyes from the tears. “When Mino told me to kill you, it felt like he stabbed me with a knife, twisting it around. The reason I pulled out my gun was because…” you began talking, holding his hand in yours, your forehead still against his as you slowly felt the torturous pain and pounding in your leg begin to arise. For a moment you had to pause yourself.

“Because you are a born hitman. It’s in your nature. It’s habit. I know, I know you weren’t going to fire off,” he finished for you, taking the words you couldn’t find out of your mouth, and you were thankful for it. However, you still needed to say it yourself. “Listen, I might be a hitman, but I could never kill you,” the last sentence you said came out as a shaky whisper, but he heard it clearly, as if you’d screamed it in his face. His grip on you tensed, then tightened.

“Ironic, isn’t it? Being unable to kill your enemy,” he said back, voice strangled as another tear escaped from your eye. You smiled, however, moving your hand around his neck, tugging at his hair in affection. “Not if they’re not your enemy anymore,” smiling, you were proud over your remark. Your eyes locked with his, and just like you, he let one of many tears fall.

And you found yourself being incredibly happy, even though you knew you should be terrified of your future, of what was to come. But looking at him, you only felt calm, safe.

“That’s my girl.”

His lips caught yours in yet another needy, desperate kiss. As if they had found their missing piece. To think it was hidden in the enemy itself all along. Isn’t that convenient? A place you’d never look…

Both of your hands locked around his neck, pulling him down towards you, tongues dancing as if on roses. The both of you fearless, careless, over what was to come. Tonight was a step forward on a road you’d never thought about walking on. One where you let your leader and family down, and disobeyed their orders. Where you got lost in another person, in fact your sworn enemy. In a strange way, you felt like it was a road that had been awaiting you, like it was meant to be. Some people would call it fate. And the question regarding what will happen next, is unknown.

Now riddle me this, who is the most important in this story? One who brought the two enemies together, and possibly killed them both while doing so. One who made rivals fall in love as if it were some kind of old love story, where there were two people from different kingdoms, forbidden to fall for each other. You might have forgotten about this person, and that’s okay. But never forget, some events, good or bad, can be what decides your future.

And this is how I’ll leave you. With a story that longs for an end, which remains unwritten, for now.

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