°Sweet Dreams° (1)✔️

1. Full on Nude.

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"I'm gonna go with this color." I gently sat the tiny bottle in front of her and put my hands on the table.

"Amari, this color is so basic! How about we add some diamonds or maybe a longer length? We need to reel him in as best as we can." Nova opened the drawer under her desk and started to take out her equipment for shaping longer nails. Along with that she pulled out various polishes with glitter in them. Mom used to wear glitter. I hated glitter.

"Nova, I'm fine with getting this. Even if I got longer nails or 'bling' it wouldn't matter because the goal isn't to make him fall in love with me. His black heart crushed in my hands has a better ring to it." I took my hands off the table when she tried to grab them to torture them with the spinny drill thing.

We were here for one thing and one thing only: to kill Vincenzo Carter Passaretti.

She let out a huff and put everything away with an irked look on her face.

"I just assumed that you wanted to look less like 'you' for your first day on the job. Did you access the target yet?" Nova whispered the last part before she put my hand in hers and began to file down the nails. I managed to brush off her insult to my appearance like I always did.

"He lives in Parkland which is the nicer suburbs in New York. I also saw that he has a vacation home in New Hampshire."

I am a full time student and an aspiring actor along with being his assassin. Today I go in to work for a film by Night and Gale Productions. You would think that I was at least in it, but for the purposes of the mission and to not attract a lot of attention the best I could be was the coffee girl.

"Do you know who they've casted?"

I held up my hand before she could paint on them and gave her a knowing look. Huffing and rolling her eyes, she grabbed her utensil again and filed my nails down even farther.

"Henry Grant. He might be in close partnership with Vince since they seem to be close friends."

"That's good. You need to stay close to their necks but don't let them feel your breath."

"I know," I deadpanned as she began to coat my finger nails with the same nude nail polish that I'd been getting for the last two years.

Nova and I have known each other since we were kids. We both coincidentally left Chicago three years ago after graduation to attend NYU. We grew up in completely different households, but the outcomes were painfully similar. I didn't know that the girl who never went out the house without putting on a pair of heels and had a personal butler would be my accomplice.

After painting the clear polish over her finished work, Nova sat my hands under the dryer.

"How's your dad?"

The question pierced the air like a dart in a poorly lit bar. Although I was fighting for my dad it was still difficult to talk about him. Not only did his addiction tint his breath, but it also erased any bone of care from his body. Any thought of being a father was a foggy spot in his brain which potentially impacted our family.

It was like he was an entirely different person every day.

He has been incarcerated for six out of his 27 years after being accused of attempt sexual assault. I was 15 when they arrested him.

It wasn't hard for him to lose his case since he was previously known by the judge for his excessive drug usage.

I never figured out if he actually committed the crime or not. For a long time and still now I want to believe that he did do it. Not that it would benefit the woman that charged my father, but if I knew that he did it then I wouldn't have the motivation to execute the monster that tore my family apart.

I wouldn't have to question if my own dad was a rapist or not because I'd already known that he was.

However, the knowledge of his substance intake has me believing that my dad was the victim. Vince was the monster.

"He's still going through withdrawal. They must be giving him something different in there because every time I see him he's either completely hooked or completely shaken up." I kept my voice neutral while Nova listened intently and scrunched her mouth.

"We need to follow this plan out to the point where the world will see the crook this bastard is."

The bell on the shop's door chimed as another client came through and I took that as my moment to leave.

Nova and I were never close emotionally so the customer breaking the silence was my saving grace.

A glance down at my watch inhabited me to quickly get up and grab my skateboard.

"I'll do this for us."

"I know." The words she spoke were quiet but reassuring.

I went through the glass door and drifted off through the streets on my handleless stead.