Red Seven - Deadliest Weapon

Prologue

"When would you like to meet up? We could maybe chit chat in the new restaurant that opened right around the corner of my street, my love, " the man on the other end of the phone tried to set a date.

"Oh Dar', I'd like to meet up, as always, but I'm too busy with my own plans. The signals are bad out here, you know what I'm talking about," the phone call cut because of her elegant fingers slamming the old black phone back to where it belonged. There were no bad signals out here, she knew that he knew that, everyone did, the only thing that you could have found here were bad people with a deliciously weird taste in what they'd like to spend their time with. In this case, it wasn't an old stupid lover boy that was head over heels in love with someone untouchable in comparison to himself.

The black-haired girl leaned herself back into the red velvet chair that was almost on the edge of falling apart with her legs dangling over the armrest. Yet another dumb fool that thought that he could keep up with the busy schedule of good old Nancy Vanice.

Busy wasn't exactly what Nancy's life was like, it was deadly.

The air was all steamy and foggy up here because of the lack of ventilation and the unknown amount of cigarettes that had been smoked in the past hours. It wouldn't have kept the attractive woman from taking another one, made by her by far most favorite tobacco brand, red sevens.

Her smooth faint and slim hands took the rhinestone lighter out of the back pocket of her tight black jeans. No one knew how many crimes those hands had already accomplished if they did they would surely ache for a life far away from the girl they dealt with.
Many criminals didn't have the time to think about that. What a pity.

Her bright big lips clasped around the end of the drug until she deeply inhaled and ended up feeling the same moment of pure joy, once again, that she had felt so many times before that it had become an almost regular thing.

The room was dark, not too dark though. The summer had started and the shitty loft that Nancy lived in the past three years didn't seem to get more acceptable or better during summers but rather way more annoying. One of the good things, besides all the bad things, was that even the curtains couldn't catch all the sunbeams. At least her electricity bill didn't shoot up to its highest, unlike in the colder months of the year. Not that she cared but a little more money to spend for her quite luxury life wasn't that bad after all.

The light yellow walls surrounding her were able to lift up the mood of the saddest little boy and there had never been a time in which an old vinyl or an old song on the radio didn't play.

Nancy never liked being the property of anyone, being known as the belonging of someone else, but how ironic was it, that it actually had to happen this exact way. She wasn't known for being the independent and fierce girl she was, no, she had to be known as the hot chick and soon to be wife of Axel Darstine. The hottest fish in a pond of thousands of fishes. Many men treated her like a goddess. Indeed, she probably was one.

An old name like Axels could only belong to an older man, that's what she thought, and she was completely right with her assumption in her own case.

Both of them met in the most stereotypical way that two criminals could meet. At a casino in Las Vegas.
A shooting had just started between the two gangs of which one belonged to a red-haired beauty, which Nancy had been a part of her whole entire life, and the blond girl with her 'Massacre Babes', which was mainly called MB. Nancy was definitely on the right side of the shooting.
After killing a dozen of men with her almost perfect skills, when it came to knives, and being showered with warm blood, she saw a man, that none of them had ever spoken to. Blankly staring at heAr. Axel.

Everyone knew his name, everyone feared his glance. A snap with his rough fingers and his crew would kill all of them at once. The black-haired girl felt different than anyone else when it came to him.