*Y/N's POV*
"Where is that short bitch?" I hear Jake growling from about a metre away. I quickly check the time on my phone and put it away while running towards Jake Sim, the most infamous assassin ever. Normally I hate assassins, but Jake was a special case. I like him. A lot. And I was an hour late for our second assignment together.
"Sim Jaeyun! Mind your manners! I'm here now, so be careful because you don't know when there's next going to be a gun pointed at your head."
I notice his eyes narrow as he studies me, clearly not pleased with my tardiness.
"Don't get smart with me, bitch. I don't have time for your shenanigans. Our target is close by - let's move in quietly and take him down swiftly."
I roll my eyes and walk off to my position. Jake doesn't need to be so stressed. It's an easy target. Reluctantly, he falls into step beside me, his eyes never leaving mine. I gulp at the sudden intense eye contact then break away and strengthen my stance.
"You go from the front, I go from the back. Go on my signal." I tell Jake, regaining my composure. He nods courtly at me, taking his knife out of its cover. It was so clean that I could see myself in it.
"Y/N," He says, as I snap my head around to face him. "I hope you know what you're doing, because if anything goes wrong, I won't hesitate to end you myself."
I gulp again but then lightly chuckle to hide my fear. I wasn't normally this scared, otherwise I wouldn't be a mafia, but Jake, again, is an exception...
"We'll see about that." I mutter under my breath.
I shuffle slightly to get into a more comfortable and efficient position, then I give Jake the signal, mouthing 'now'. In a swift movement, Jake bursts through the door ahead that hid us, his weapon locked and loaded. I follow suit, creeping behind the unsuspecting victim.
Stealthily, I hold the target by the throat and I bring the knife I have close to his throat, so he can barely breathe. Jake stabs the target's leg, then I cleanly slice the knife across his neck, killing him.
A smirk rises to my lips.
I wipe the blood off of my hands and knife. As the target falls to the ground, Jake pulls his weapon out of the man's leg, wiping the blood on his trousers.
"Not bad." He says. "For a mafia slut."
"My dear assassin scum," I scoff, walking towards him. "Who said I'm the slut?" I obviously liked it when he complimented me, but I didn't want to show my only weakness. I smirked as his eyes widen slightly, surprised at my response.
*Jake's POV*
"Let's head back then, hmm?" Y/N says, gently stroking the veins on my hands, sending shivers down my spine.
Fuck, there's just something about her.
I glance down at my hand, feeling the warmth of her touch before she walks away.
What else can she do?
I scoff at myself.
I cannot get drawn to her.
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Fatal Trouble
أدب الهواةY/N is a mafia and Jake Sim is an assassin with whom she is partnered with. Will her feelings surpass the border between assassin and mafia, or is that too far? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Paired with Jake Sim, an assassin, f...
