Imagine walking through Central park, happy and blissfully unaware, when some asshole on a bike runs you over. The worst part was landing flat on my ass... in a bush... with a broken red stiletto heel.
'' Can you fix it?'' I asked nervously.
Behind the store counter, Andrew held the broken shoe in his hands. '' Hmm... It'll take time, this brand is expensive." He placed the shoe on the counter and smiled that smile I knew all too well. "But we could work something out."
"For the last time! I'm not sleeping with you Andrew." In fact , the thought made me sick. He was old enough to be my father. Don't get me wrong, Andrew wasn't a bad guy. He was just a shameless flirt, and I do mean shameless. Since we've met, I've had to endure hundreds of pick up lines. My current favorite was, "Do you run track? Cause I heard you Relay want this dick."
If it was anyone else, my heel would be gouging out their eye sockets ,but it was Andrew. Rule number 24: don't hurt Andrew. Even if he's annoying as fuck.
"You think so low of me," he pouted. "How long have we know each other huh? How long have you been coming here?''
Andrew's shop was on the corner of Columbus Circle near Central Park. I'd discovered it one rainy day, and I thought God was finally on my side. I was in a bind earlier and had to sacrifice the heel of my Jimmy Choo's. I would never forget that day; a lot of people died, and I was extremely devastated. The shoes had cost a fortune.
"Almost a year," I smiled at the memory.
"Exactly!" He continued "Almost a year, and I don't even know your name. To be honest , I gossip about all my clients, and I'm tired of referring to you as the 'hot chick with the very expensive shoes' ."
I raised an eyebrow at him and he smirked. " Tell you what," I said leaning over the counter. "Fix the shoe and I'll tell everything about me."
"Everything?" Andrew asked . I replied with a nod.
RULE NUMBER 7: I don't kill for free. I've noticed that people fail to realize the true complexity of murder. Sure, any idiot can fire a gun. Any moron can beat you to death, but only I can do it well. Why waste such talent on a free hit?
BETA sadly doesn't see it that way because they own me. Seriously, they legally think they own me. I shouted every foul word I could think of while tailing behind Alexander Michealson. I didn't get too close, but I wasn't too far behind either.
" This isn't a request Vee. You're taking the job."
The call had come in a few minutes after I had left Andrew's shop.
Kill Michealson before the FBI can arrest him.
The Bitch's instructions were clear. At BETA every mission outside of headquarters was delivered electronically by a feminine, robotic voice . I called 'her' The Bitch. The Bitch liked to give orders. The Bitch was a pain in the ass, and she was this close to getting shutdown ...
The New York atmosphere was hectic and busy. My view from the sidewalk showed traffic three blocks down.The people around me were just like the cars on the street: noisy, busy, and confused. I stopped watching Michealson, and I started paying more attention to the people inching closer to him.
Two big guys, one with light blond hair,and the other with jet black moved closer towards him. Blondie had broad shoulders and looked about 6'2, and the other one was shorter by a few inches. I couldn't determine much from behind, but if my suspicions were right those two worked for the FBI and, Michealson was in trouble.
I reached in my jacket pocket and clutched the file I'd stolen from Andrew's store. It wouldn't be too hard. I'd use the file to slice Blondie's throat and gouge other one's eyeballs. That would count as three unpaid jobs, though. Fuck no.
"This isn't a request Vee. You're taking the job."
Fuck no. It'll be a cold day in hell before I let that monotone bitch tell me what to do. I slowed down. From a distance, I could still see Michealson and the two FBI agents. Blondie was the one who approached him first, and then the two of them hauled Michealson inside a parked, tinted black SUV.
"You shouldn't have done that," his voice was crisp, clear, and as smooth as dark chocolate. He was leaning against a stoplight wearing a white t-shirt with the word 'FLAWLESS' printed on it , dark jeans, and his dirty blond hair was combed over. I ignored him, and I crossed the street as the stoplight turned red. He followed, lazily tucking his hands in his jeans pockets.
"She's gonna be mad at you," he teased. If looks could kill, he'd be dead right now.
"What do you want, Henry?" I asked, annoyed.
"Nothing," he shrugged. "I was bored...been following you all morning...saw that dive you took back in Central Park." Henry held his phone out and showed me a recording of my 'fall from grace'.
"Delete it ."
"No," he said, putting his phone away. "I made it a vine , your trending."
"I'm gonna fucking slit your throat!" In the midst of anger something hit me . "You've been following me all morning?"
"Urm... yesh, we've established that. Stalking you is my favorite past time," he chuckled.
"The Bitch gave me that mission claiming I was the closest agent she could find. Why didn't it call you?"
"It's my day off ," Henry explained.
"It's mine too, you fuck-tard. " I scoffed. "I knew it liked you better than me."
"Well, maybe if you called her by her name instead of 'The Bitch' or 'It' she might like you more," Henry advised.
"She's a computer," I tried to remind him.
"Being operated by a real person," he added. " She's quite lovely once you get to know her."
Me? Getting to know The Bitch? No. The thought was utterly ridiculous. It and I won't be having sleepovers or braiding each other's hair anytime soon... or ever. Henry, however finds the need to defend her whenever I go on a 'Fuck you Bitch ' rant.
"Did you fuck it? Sorry that was mean. Did you fuck her?" I've had the question for years now. Did my partner have a fetish for women who pretend to be machines? I wouldn't put it past him, Henry fucked anything with a vagina. In the beginning he and I had something, but it ended after a month.
We had chemistry and that sort of dangerous, loin- igniting passion romance novels always brag about. Hell! We still did! The sex was great, but we got bored It messed up our work, and he got controlling. He was still controlling.
"No, I haven't slept with her." He sounded regretful. "Her identity is a well kept secret. If I try to find her, BETA will probably hire you to kill me." He wasn't wrong . "What's the point in fucking her and never calling again, if your gonna chop my balls off." He still wasn't wrong.
"Nice to see you're growing up Henry," I interlocked my arm in his, and we continued down 5th avenue.
"Yeah, Yeah. Believe whatever the fuck you want, Vee," he said, giving me a tight squeeze. " I'm starving. Come on, I'll feed the both of us."
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IM HORRIBLE. >.< SRRY just couldn't do it im impulsive like that as soon as i have an idea i just throw it out there. BUT DONT WORRY TYPING CHAPTER B :$ AS WE SPEAK. THIS WILL GET DONE #DETERMINATION #DONTHITMEPLZ
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Update : hii lovelies how u doing. I know , I know doing next chapter gonna be up by tomz promises :3. I know I don't need to tell anyone not to plagiarize ma book right -_-. And don't use Andrew's pick up line in real life guys come on. :p
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Update : chapter 1 fully edited :3. Thanks to the bae WhitniLasseter
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VEE BETA ( Book1 of the BETA Series)
ChickLit"Who the hell do you think you are?" Tahlia's sister screamed. "I'm the person who's been hired to kill you." To say she was shocked was an understatement. The poor girl was mortified. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. "W-what?" she said...
