1 Chapter 1- The Meetup

I hate these fucking things. I am a trained assassin and Master Szar has me parading like a peacock at the mob ball with a slim red dress and five inch stilettos. Of course I could use these to stilettos to kill any person here in three different ways, but that didn't matter to him.

This assignment was going to be different than any of my other ones. This assignment wasn't going to be the quick get in, throat slit, get out, like I liked. My assignment tonight was to somehow get near, and in the household of the heir to the Irish mob, Darren.

If you can't guess by masters very Russian name, he's the leader of the Russian mafia. And as much of a dick as he is, he did take me in when I was twelve after the Irish mob killed my parents and two older brothers. So, as much as him and I butted heads sometimes, he was like a father, and I owed him everything.

Before you get the twisted idea that he forced me to become an assassin, don't. I begged him to train me and let me help take the fuckers down who took my world and childhood away from me. That's why, as much as I hate what I'm doing tonight, I'm more than willing to do it.

I feel someone's eyes on me and that brings me out of my thoughts. I look up just in time to see Darren's eyes appreciatively rake up and down my figure. I internally smile knowing my hair and dress is just the type he likes on his woman. Though I'm a natural brunette, my hair is dyed black and my dress is skin tight, but not scandalous. It covers enough so I can still look modest while showing off my toned body.

On the outside I give him a small smile, tuck my long straightened hair behind my ear, bite my lip, then shyly look down. That should hopefully do the trick. Instead of waiting around to see if it does, I decide to make my way to the refreshments table.

"What can I get for you today madam?" The server on the other side of the table asks me.

"I'll take your best scotch, straight." I replied confidently feeling a presence behind me.

"Well, I gotta say I like a woman who knows how to handle her liquor." Darren says with a goofy smile on his face. I force a shy smile as I take in his appearance up close. I can't deny that he's handsome. Standing at about 5'10" with red curly hair, vibrant blue eyes, and freckles, all accompanied with a very nice figure that has resulted from years of hard work killing innocents.

Yeah, yeah, I know a bit of a morbid sense of humor. But hey, when you kill people for a living what else are you going to do?

"Well, you'll have to stick around and see if I can handle it then." I said with a cute smile put on my face.

"It would be my pleasure to follow you around for the night and watch you drink milady" Darren said while going into a bow. I forced a giggle to come out which he seemed to enjoy based off the goofy smirk he's wearing.

I brought the drink to my lips and took a sip. Master Szar has been giving me straight vodka with dinner since I was sixteen (I know, you'd think the Russians would try to run from their stereotypes, but what can you do.) I have to say though, the Irish have us beat with this because the scotch goes down much smoother and nicer.

"So", I say to Darren, "Are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to keep calling you the handsome stranger in my mind?"

"Sorry, oh shit sorry. Yeah, you're right I'm uh I'm Darren. And you are?" He asked in a cute flustered way

"Vida", I say with a genuine smile while I extend my hand to him. He quickly moves the fruity cocktail he was drinking into his other hand so he could take mine and place a kiss on the back of it.

"Wow, a gentleman. I find those to be quite rare these days." I say while placing a smile on my face.

"Well, if a lady drinking straight scotch won't make fun of my strawberry daiquiri, I do believe she deserves a bit of pampering."

I surprised myself by releasing a real chuckle. This, he also seemed proud of since his face broke into a large grin.

"So does every girls laughter bring you such a sense of joy, or am I an exception?" I ask teasingly.

"I must say I enjoy them all, but yours seem to be special", he said cutely.

"Okay big talker, so, what shall we do for the evening while you watch me drink?" I ask while putting on what I hoped was a cute smirk.

"Wanna prank some of the big dogs?" Darren said with a mischievous light in his eye.

Fuck. This night should be interesting.