"Bella?" He called out to me, and whispered in my ear, kissing it, "do you know why I call you 'Bella'?" I shook my head, "tell me." I could feel him smiling, "beautiful- that's what is means in Italian. The name goes with your face." I blushed at h...
I read over the instructions my father had given me for tonight, basically a list of don'ts
1) Let people notice you
2) Don't act like yourself
3) Don't do anything assassin related
4) Don't lose your temper
5) Don't attract unnecessary attention besides the people you need to talk to
I looked at the dress that I was going to be attracting attention tonight in, and made a disgusting face. It was red, which was nice, but a semi sheer dress, which I hated. I shuddered at the thought. Come on Isabella! I took out my red heels, to match the dress, waved my hair, and put red lipstick to complete the look.
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I sighed, just this once father, and that is it! I've had it with your disgusting choice of clothes.
I looked around the 'meeting place'. I should have expected this. A club. I rolled my eyes, as my father's guard, nudges me in the ribs. I glared at him as he gave me a 'do the job properly' face. I sighed, as I walked one foot in front of the other perfectly, with my hands on my hip. I pretended to trip, as a pair of strong hand stabilized me. He led me to the corner booth, where my target was sitting. "Good Evening gentlemen," I spoke with a tantalizing tone. I looked at the female who was sitting in between the men, and smirked while she was glaring at me. All of them moved up a place, letting me sit, "oh you're to kind... thank you!" I replied to their action as I sat down, moving all my hair to my left shoulder.
The man closest to me shifted his hand to my thigh, from the other girl. "Come with me," he whispered into my ear, as I nodded. I spared one more glance to the girl, smirking, while she looked at me with disbelief, shock evident in her eyes.
The man took me upstairs, into a fancy suite. He pushed me onto the bed, as he took off his waistcoat. I quickly took out the gun that was in my holster, and pointed it towards him. "Open the safe, and give me all the money and private documents, and then I will let you live" Out of fear, he did what I told him to do, taking any chances of him living an extra year. As soon as he placed all the money and document in my purse, I tied him to the bed, and shot him. I saw all the blood that poured out of him, and scooped it up, putting some on his face. I shook my head and chuckled. Stupid! I cleaned the place and myself up, smudged my lipstick, and messed my hair, so I didn't look suspicious. I walked out of the hotel towards the car that was waiting for me.
Suite:
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"Did you do it?" The driver asked from the front. "Of course I did!" I replied insulted.
"I meant did you do it properly," he looked at me suspiciously, "I'm just saying because off your appearance." He looked me up and down. I shot him a glare, "I suggest you get moving if you don't want to get caught by the police."
"Well done!" He smiled at me, as I returned that smile. I closed the screen that parted the front from the back. I wiped off my make-up, and changed my clothes into something more comfortable, and less showy.
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I walked into the main entrance hall seeing another red dress on my phone. I bumped into a person, and instantly, that person caught me and my phone before I could fall down on the floor. I looked up at him to thank him, but in return, I instantly got out the grasp, tears falling down my eyes. "'Marco?" I crocked.
