𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲- 𝐅𝗼𝐮𝐫

                                    

                                          
"You learn more from failure than from success."
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Aurora Vega
It was my birthday. I was finally 20 years old. It was 5:24 am and I was getting ready for my first mission.
I'm going to a casino.
My job is to seduce him, bring him somewhere quiet, and kill him.I already have a fake ID and everything. I have a room booked too just in case.The man I was killing was older, maybe in his mid 40s. He snitched to the police about something and my father wants me to give him a painful death. Xavier will record it to make sure I do it to his liking.
It was time to get ready and I walked to the bathroom. One of the maids had already picked the dress I was going to wear. I did my makeup light and not too slutty because men like a woman that doesn't show too much out doesn't show too little either.I did my makeup and hair. My hair was curled and ran down my back. I put on some gold jewelry as well.
Once I was done making myself look like a bad bitch. I walked back into the room and pulled out the dress I was going to wear. It was black and a bit lacy. I paired it with some knee high boots.
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After I was done I walked downstairs. Xavier was waiting at the door for me. I graved my bag and we got into the red Lamborghini.
After like ten minutes of trying to convince Xavier to let me drive. He gave in.
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We exited the car and walked to the doors where 2 security guards stood. Each one of them was wearing a suit as dark as the night sky. Their faces were covered by the glasses they were wearing, along with their arms crossed around their chest and a blank looking expression on each of their faces. We walked up toward them and the first thing they asked where "IDs please." Xavier shoved his hand in his pocket taking out his wallet and showing them his ID, then it was my turn I pulled out my fake ID that had the name Mackenzie Crawford , age 22 on it. The man looked at it.
Sure enough, he fell for it.
Xavier looked at me with a smirk on his face. We walked into the casino, people were everywhere. But the only person I hadn't seen was the only man I was looking for.
Xavier was right next to me, surprisingly he hadn't wandered off to one of the million women who were around. Surely there were a good few that were eyeing him, but he didn't seem to be very interested. "So Mackenzie, I didn't know you weren't the legal age to come to a casino." I rolled my eyes. "I just turned 18 today.
I'll be the legal age soon, so don't even." Xavier let out a deep chuckle. "What's with the fake name?"
"It's so no one finds out what my real identity is; my father also thinks it a good idea to not use my real name." I looked over to my right and sitting over by the bar I spotted my victim. "Well, as much as I'm loving this little chat, I just spotted my victim. So I'm going to do what I do best." With a pat on his shoulder and a smile, I walked over to the man I would be killing at some point tonight.
He was sitting on the barstool, talking to a man with a whiskey in his hand. "Hey there," I spoke in a soft seductive voice. He was looking me up and down as I stood there absolutely disgusted by this man. I turned around to where Xavier had stood, he was no longer there.I sat down on one of the bar stoles that were next to him and shot him a smile. When I sat next to him I made a point of showing more of my upper thighs as well as flipping my hair so it was out of my face.
I ignored his presents.
The first step to do is to act like he isn't even there, play hard to get, act like you have no interest. There's always something about a chase that men love. The feeling of getting something that isn't thrown at you. "Hey gorgeous, let me buy you a drink." After getting a look at the man, he was maybe in his mid-50s. He wasn't tall or muscular, he looked like a deadbeat dad."Hey," I said, making eye contact with him. "I would love a drink." A creepy smile crossed his face as he turned to call down a bartender.
"So what's such a beautiful woman like yourself doing at someplace like this late at night?" I couldn't help but give him a bigger smile, not because of what he said but the way he said it. This man has no game, which is amusing. He definitely came off as the desperate type. "Martini please."
The older man called down the bartender and ordered what I asked for. He turned back toward me trying to start a conversation. "What are you doing here all alone?" As he asked that question the bartender had brought us our drinks. I thanked the man, licked my lips, and took a big sip of my martini. Moving closer to him, brushing my right leg in between his as I spoke in a low husky voice.
"I just came for a drink, and hoped to find an attractive man I could spend the night with." I almost threw up from the words that had just come out of my mouth. However, the older man seemed to like them.
"What's your name, gorgeous?"
"Mackenzie."
"Well Mackenzie, I happen to have a hotel room just around the corner we could go to." He leaned closer to me resting his hand on the inner portion of my thigh. I leaned into him brushing my lips against his ear, whispering in a slow seductive tone. "I think that's a perfect idea."
He grabbed ahold of my hand, lifting me off the bar seat I was sitting on aggressively leading me to the back doors of the casino. Well, we walked. I moved my arms up and down his nonexistent arm muscles.
After we reached the back doors I made an excuse that I had forgotten my purse. As soon as I said that he offered to get it with me. I told him my feet were killing me that I needed him to get it. He gave in and as soon as he turned to open the door I pulled out the dagger I had stuffed in between my legs and shoved it into his neck.
Letting him gasp for air before falling onto the cold hard ground a second later. The cement filled with his blood. I bent down, wiped the dagger that was now dripping with his blood, off on his shirt. Before taking the last few words. " Snitches get stitches bitch." And shot him right in the center of the eyes.
For some reason, Xavier didn't follow me. Well looks like I'll just have to send my father a picture instead.
I made my way back into the casino, people were everywhere but the one person I didn't see was Xavier.
He was tall, he had a well defined jaw and a well built frame that stood out from most people.
Xavier was good looking.
Even though I know I shouldn't think that. Knowing what my father would do if he ever found out. I couldn't deny it if I wanted to. With his thick black hair, caramel colored skin that highlighted his caramel colored eyes, his straight white teeth, and his defined muscle's that you could see whenever he wore a tight fitting dress shirt.
He was a hard man not to notice.
As I was manifesting about a man I had barely known. I felt too big hands wrap themselves around my waist. I was about to spin around and give this man a piece of my mind.
I turned around. "Hasn't anyone told you not to touch what isn't yours."It was Xavier.
I turned around to see a smirk on his face. I don't know what came over me. I pressed our bodies together and smashed my lips on his.
He stilled for a second before devouring my mouth.I stopped the kiss and started walking to the hotel room I booked.
He followed.
I opened the door and he followed behind me closing it.
I walked over to the counter to be lifted up like I weighed nothing and had my legs spread apart.
Xavier walked between my legs.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his shirt making her lips crash together.