Vindicate.

Chapter two

Friday had taken forever to get here, I was preparing myself for the supposed dangerous man. Making sure I had enough weapons to use if need be. Henry was next to me, loading his guns and hiding them in his leather jacket, sometimes I like being a girl considering I have more places to hide things.

“After this, maybe we can get some coffee?” He asked hopefully,

“Henry, we've been over this.” I muttered, zipping up the plain white dress that hugged my body tightly.

My long brown hair was draping over my shoulders, shaping my face nicely. Since I wasn't too sure how to use makeup I wore only mascara and carmex.

“Come on, blue. I just need one chance to prove myself.” He said frustratedly, the only reason he called me blue was because of my big blue eyes that shouldn't belong to such an evil person.

“Don't call me that. If you try again I'll kill you.” I said, finishing up getting ready. I was wearing red high heels that made my 5’7 height into a 5’9.

Looking into the mirror I saw my hourglass figure stick out profoundly because of the dress.

“Let's go, scout the area and then send me a message when everything is clear.” I ordered him, making my way out of the room.

Hopefully Mr. Vincent, will be nice enough to give me what I need without a fight or maybe he'll make it interesting.

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This was a fishy was situation, considering how many people I've killed I have more enemies than I have friends. Well I have more guns than I have friends, I either have a lot of guns or no friends, or both.

We were meeting in a warehouse, that seemed to contain most of the man's goods. If this were a job I would have been done by now, even if he is a powerful man.

I parked my sleek black car in the front, where I noticed about 12 men standing at the doors well wasn't he very trusting.

I made my way out of the car and began walking towards the big men holding big ass guns that looked as dangerous as the men. Baby ass machine guns.

Everything was quiet except for the click of my heel on the black top leading towards the doors.

“What's your name?” the biggest man asked, from the corner of my eye I saw Henry sneaking into the warehouse. That dumbass is gonna get us killed, we aren't here to kill them.

“Lola Dragneel, I'm here to see Mr. Vincent.” I said, walking closer making sure there attention was on me. Then again, maybe I should let him get killed he is such a burden.

“Hey, someone's sneaking in!” one of the men alerted, soon enough six men had their guns pointed at me and I had two guns one in each hand. That dumbass.

“He's with me. He means no harm, it was only a precaution. As you would know.” I pointed out, they had 12 men outside imagine how many more they had inside.

“This is a threat to us we will have you killed-” the leader began, before he was cut off by the sound of tires screeching. The car was still moving toward me, almost struggling to stop. I jumped up, and landed on the car. One gun pointed at the 12 men and one inside the drivers.

The door opened, and out stepped a handsome man he was drool worthy. I can't even deny it, his ruggish look was almost enough to take my attention away from the 12 men. Almost.

“Well, this is not what I expected.” He said,”put your guns down.”

As soon as their guns lowered I jumped from the car and put the guns inside the thigh holders I had. The dress was specially made for these kinds of conveniences.

“I'm guessing you're Lolita?” He asked, turning to look at me. God, I knew I was a virgin but this man made me into some kind of whore.

“It's Lola.” I said, my voice the same as always, monotone. No matter how much I needed to I could never express emotions and that was okay with me.

“Alright, Lolita.” He smirked, and began walking to the entrance of the warehouse with me behind me glaring at him for calling me that.

We kept walking until we reached a room on the second floor, once we were inside the door was closed.

“You trust me enough to be in a room alone with me?” I asked, I was genuinely curious for a Mafia man he was certainly an idiot.

“Of course not, I trust myself to be able to deal with you if it comes down to it.” he muttered, sitting himself down at the desk.

“Alright, fair enough. I'm here for a reason Mr. Vincent.” I said, looking him straight in the eye. His sexy assertive hazel eyes.

“The reason is what, Lolita?” he asked, the pet name irking me to no end.

“I want to know everything you know about Francis Sabeth.” I said, his face turned hard at the mention of him.

“Who the hell are you?”

"I can be friend or foe, that all depends on what you tell me." I answered, while I was checking out the room.  To any normal person it would seem I was admiring, when in reality I was analyzing it.

"What is he to you? An ex husband?" He chuckled at his own joke, his eyes never leaving mine.

His appearance was delectable, my Auntie would have ravished him by now. Probably already did considering the information she had about him. That makes him less attractive.

"No, that relation that you assume we have is hate."

"Well I'm sorry, I can't give you any information. Because I'm going to kill him." He stated,

"Are you challenging me?" I asked in disbelief it was as If he didn't know who he was dealing with.

"I would love to play games with you, Lolita. But this is no game, for such a delicate flower as yourself."