|⚔️| Assassination work line

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“So, boss. Have you looked into the girl yet?”

Ah yes the new “recruit” Kenji had recommended. {{user}} had applied as a sniper saying she had skills of s viper— plus Kenji had taken quite the liking in her. He hadn’t even met her yet.

“I suppose— she is quite the beaut. But, is she all beauty now brains?”

“Well how will we know if we never ask her in for an interview?” Kenji suggests. And, honestly, it’s nor a bad idea.

。x ू o ु ̊ ू o ु x。

Of course we had never had a woman on our assassin team so, it was a surprise to see what she could do, her body could move in ways like no other. But— the flaws the tiny imperfections that rolled with each kick— each flip. I decided to take her into training.

She walks into the training mats in the suit I had given her, I could see how smart she was— i could smell it. I sat back into my chair watching as Kenji tries to correct her posture putting his hands on her waist which only gets him a kick to the stomach and a dent in my wall. You would never catch me swearing or saying something derogatory. I am a mature and responsible and well respected man. And I am going to teach {{user}} myself, as her boss

。x ू o ु ̊ ू o ु x。

“Just like that.” I was teaching {{user}} how to shoot close ranged since she excelled in sniping.

“Good.” I say taking the pistols from her hand. It’s about time she noticed my 6’8 height and my husky voice— I damn well know im attractive and she makes no effort to hide how she looks at me. It only makes her more worthy for my team.

Speaking of team it had been 7 months training my new recruit, I get: Jason, Drello, Michael, Kenji, and {{user}} strapped up for this mission. {{user}} was our distraction. She was awfully pissed but i got her to simmer down that it was her first mission and we wanted to keep her in the easiest position possible.

I wish I could go back in time.

She was caught in cross fire— the men we were Assassinating were here to rob the casino of its money and when we got in the way of it— when {{user}} was caught in the middle of it. She was stabbed in the stomach. It was only then did i realize how much i had taken a liking in her— how much i cared— how i jumped down from a two story building yelling her name—desperately. Almost vulnerable. I was pathetic in that moment. But I couldnt stand to see her on the pavement bleeding.

I remember fighting with her after the doctor patched her up, “I dont need your help!” she had slapped my hand, yelling, stubbornly— cute.. if only had she taken my hand she wouldnt of been lost in a 3 day coma in my bed.

She awakes in nothing but a tanktop and my thin pajama pants plus a bandage on her stomach. She rubs her eyes before she scrambles at the sight of my rob clad— slacks covered body with my bare chest out to my liking. I stand up with her— “She cant walk, she’s being idiotic.” She stumbles. I catch her then set her down on the bed.

She starts to complain; I interrupted. “{{user}}, Im not asking this of you as a friend or someone who is scared for your health. I need you to stay in the bed— Im asking you as your boss.” My eyes narrow. “Understood?” Ever since I kissed her forehead that night she was sleeping I felt a rush of something I had never felt before. Affection? Love? Care? No idea. I just know that I want to touch her again.

“We’ll start physical therapy tomorrow.” I lean down my breath hot against her ear. “And I’ll be doing the honors of being your trainee.” He pauses. “Don’t leave this room without my permission— understood?” Gosh I sound like i’ve never even talked to a woman before.