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It's five in the morning, why am I getting a call from fucking Isiah after days without contact with him. Rubbing my eyes, I answer the call.

"I hate Kylian with a fucking passion," he says as soon as I answer. Can't say I disagree, Isiah.

"I'm on a mission in Norway -sorry I couldn't talk to you, darling- besides the point, guess who's with me? One of Kylian's people," he carries on before I could reply.

Wait, what? Mission? Norway? Since fucking when? And why is one of Kylian's people with him?

"Riley. She's a pain in my fucking ass. Gosh, I hate her so much-" he gets cut off by a voice in the background.

"Love me so much that you're talking about me," she says teasingly. Yeah, I like her already, sorry, Isiah.

"Haaland," I randomly blurt out. "What?" he mumbles and I have a clear image of his confused face in my mind.

"You mentioned Norway so I said Haaland. It's four in the morning, I don't know what I'm saying," I mutter in a raspy voice.

"Anyway, as I was saying until Riley rudely interrupted, I couldn't talk to you because of... well, obvious mission reasons," he states.

"Yeah, I get it. You're falling in love with her aren't you," I tease, sitting up on my bed. "Oh, fuck nah," he instantly replies. Mhm, sure.

"Since I'm such an amazing friend, I did some research on Madeleine Morozov, the Russian mafia leader," he tells me.

Thank God I have him since I would probably have to force my ass to do that research. Killing is tiring enough.

"She's twenty-eight and her family tried to murder her since they didn't want her to be the leader... which clearly didn't work because she killed them," he chuckles.

"Is it bad to say she's kinda badass?" I genuinely ask. "Pardon?" he scoffs. What? She sounds hot.

"Ignore that, carry on." She wants to kill me, I almost forgot my priorities for a second.

"She wants to erase your amazing existence from the world because you tried to kill her right-hand woman," he explains. Sorry?

"And who might that be?" No, seriously. I don't bother researching my kills. I just kill them, get money, and that's it. But then again, I didn't kill her, I tried to, according to him.

"Charlotte Ivanova, remember? About a year ago?" he says but I still don't remember. "Doesn't ring a bell," I shrug.

"Brown hair, brown eyes, the girl you met at the charity ball? You fought with her on a rooftop, Ivy," he groans, clearly frustrated, and I let out a long "oh," once I realise.

She was a badass too if I'm being honest. And she was hard to fight. In my defence, she tried to kill me first. What was I supposed to do? Let her kill me?

During our fight, a bunch of people in black interfered and started shooting us. Well, me. And she took that as her chance to escape, while Isiah came to help me kill them.

"She was cool too, we could have been friends," I huff. "Really, Ivy?" he scoffs. Okay, is that his favourite phrase or something?

"We're nearly there, Isiah," I hear Riley tell him. She sounds hot too. There's no way he doesn't like her. I ship them. Yeah, I also have a problem with shipping people.

"Ight, I've got to go. Don't have too much fun without me, Ivy," he chuckles and I can imagine the smirk forming on his face. "Oh, wait. You never have fun without me."

"That's what she said," I blurt out. Oops? "I knew you were gonna say that and I still chose to say it," he mumbles disappointedly before ending the call.

I can't control it. It's my natural, human instinct. Sorry not sorry, Isiah.

I force myself to the bathroom, brush my teeth, take a shower, and put on black cargo pants and a black top before finally deciding to head out.

Where? To The Italian Mafia Base. I checked the burner phone today and it read, "Don't tell me you're going to ditch our plans today, love? - De Luca."

Gosh, and Isiah thought I was extra. I don't even know why we have this burner phone when we can text like normal people.

I get into my Audi R8 and immediately play my amazing playlist. To my luck, Don't by Bryson Tiller comes on. I love this song.

I should do some modifications to this car. I don't know though, I like it but I want to do something better with the exhaust. Eh, later.

Yeah, when I say that it means I'm never going to do it. Sorry, Audi R8, I still love you though.

Eventually, I slow down in front of the familiar gate and roll down the windows. It takes one glance at me for them to open the gates.

I drive in and park my car in front of the statue. Kylian will be fine with it, I'm sure. And if he isn't, oh well, because he's most definitely not touching my car.

"Surprised you came," I hear a familiar voice say as I step out of the car. Fuck. Why does he have to sound like Klaus Mikaelson?

"Do girls ditch you that much?" I tease, walking up the stairs where he stands. "Jealous, Rory?" he smirks. How did he turn this on me?

"Let's just do what we need to do, yeah?" I grumble, walking through the door but come to a stop once I realise Kylian has to scan his hand like a billion times.

"I love it when you're mad," he muses, walking up from behind me. "It brings me a certain type of amusement."

And I'd love to see you dead but you don't see me pulling out my gun and shooting you in the liver, do you, Kylian?

"Awh, really?" I place my hand on my heart dramatically, watching as he scans his hand.

"Really, Rory. It honestly makes a smile form on my face," he says, walking through the metal doors. Annoying fucker.

I quickly catch up. "You know I love it when you smile," I sigh exaggeratedly and pat his shoulder.

He just glances at me and shakes his head lightly before stepping into an elevator and I follow suit.

"I'm a trained, successful, rich, amazing, perfect assassin. Do you really need to train test me?" I query.

"All I heard were lies and yes," he replies bluntly. Ouch. "Really? If I'm so bad, why do you need my help?" I taunt.

"I have to admit," he turns to face me with a small smile, "you got me there." I grin at his words.

There's no way he just admitted that but I'll gladly take it. "I know," I flip my hair dramatically.

The elevator doors finally open and we both step out, making a left turn. "What if I accidentally shoot you while practicing with a gun?" I ask.

"Accidentally, huh?" he chuckles, side-eyeing me. "Mhm, that is what I said." It's just a simple question.

"We'll see, Rory," he sighs, opening a door and walks in. We'll see? Does that mean I can shoot him? Hell yeah.

"First, knives," he murmurs, handing me a throwing knife before pointing to a human cutout. "Aim next to the head."

I clear my throat, aim, and throw the knife. Sure enough, it hits right beside the head outline. Easy. Is this what I'm doing today?

"There, I did it," I state the obvious and turn to look at him. "What?" I scoff, noting the look on his face.

He comes up from behind me and places his hand on top of mine. "It was almost perfect. Almost," he says as he readjusts my position.

I hate the man but am I breathing okay?

"But this way is easier and cleaner," he finishes and throws the knife. It was... easier and cleaner. Fuck you, Kylian.

"Just like that," he says, taking a step back. "I'm not saying thank you," I remind him.

"Oh, I know," he chuckles as he throws another knife, aiming for the heart. That was somewhat hot.

How many times have I said hot? Hot. Hot hot. I should really shut up and pay attention.

"Good," I shrug, also throwing a knife but aiming it at the head. Did I just use the position he taught me? Please say no.

"Nice aim, Rory," he tells me, walking towards the cutouts. Wait- did he just compliment me?

"That's your first time complimenting me," I state while helping him pull out the knives. "Don't get it too caught up in your head," he teases.

"Oh, I won't but I'll definitely remind you of it every time I see you," I send him a mocking smile before walking away.

"What are we testing now?" I ask. "My ability to swim?" When I said I'll never let it go, I meant it.

"God- you're so dramatic," he grumbles under his breath as he tosses me an SMG. There's no way he's saying I'm dramatic. Has he met himself?

"What am I supposed to do with this? Shoot you? Because I gladly will," I remark, ignoring his previous words.

"No," his lips form into a smirk, "you're going in there, darling." I turn around to where he's looking and I let out a groan.

It's literally a room with a massive window so you can see inside. I honestly think he thinks I can read minds because I still have no idea what to do.

"Cutouts will come at you left and right and you have to shoot every single one," he explains, obviously noting the confused look on my face.

"Yay me," I mumble to myself, heading towards the door but once I try to open it, it doesn't open. Yay me, again.

Kylian comes up from being me, chuckling, and scans his hand which opens the door. Really? This scanning shit is going to be the death of me.

Sighing, I enter the room and get the SMG ready. If I do badly on this, I'm going to die of embarrassment.

Which is fine by me because I would hate to die by old age all alone. That's the one thing I don't want to happen. Me dying alone.

"Get ready, Ivory," his muffled voice says before the lights turn off and blue lights activate instead. What in the hunger game shit is this?

I quickly turn around after seeing the cutout's reflection in the window and shoot it until it falls onto the floor. Ivory one, cutouts zero.

I swing around and shoot before doing the same again. Why the hell are they coming at me so bloody fast as if they're quicksilver or some shit.

Wait- that was not a good reference, considering they're getting multiple bullets shot into them.

I continue to do the same thing until all of the cutouts are on the floor and the lights switch back on again.

I look at the window to see Kylian staring at me with an amused smile. I wouldn't call that easy but I wouldn't call it hard as well. At least I didn't lose, that's all that matters.

I hate those people who are like, "winning isn't everything." To me, it is, idiota. And I would much rather win than lose.

Opening the door, I walk in. "Well done, love," he chuckles. Since when did I have a praise kink? Never. No. Nope. I hate him.

"Thank you," I laugh as I dramatically curtsy, "thank you." That was pretty good if I'm being honest.

"Have you eaten?" he asks all of a sudden. "That question made me hungry," I huff, tossing the SMG into the boxing ring.

"Do you want cookies?" he suggests. "Cookies at twelve in the afternoon?" Why am I questioning his insanity when I'm considering his offer.

"Just give in and agree," he shrugs. "Fine." Okay, it's cookies, how can I not give in?

"Now that wasn't so hard. Was it, darling?" he tilts his head teasingly and I roll my eyes as I walk past him.

He comes up from behind me, placing his hand on my lower back as we walk through the building.

"In here," he says exaggeratedly just as the elevator doors open. I'm convinced he's magic.

"What are you trying to do?" I scoff as the doors close. "Me?" he gasps dramatically, "I'm not trying to do anything, Rory."

I chuckle at his words but don't reply, just step out of the elevator doors when they open. "Now let me show you my office," he says, again placing his hand on my lower back. He has to stop doing that.

Opening the door glass door for me, we both step in. His office is... so fucking cool, what? How does he have an amazing office?

***

"Favourite car?" I ask and take a bite of my cookie. "Ooh, hard choice," he mumbles, "maybe your amazing Skyline?"

"My Skyline is amazing, I can't blame you," I laugh. I'm laying on his couch while he lays on the other opposite me. How did we get from training to this? I have no idea.

"Favourite country?" he questions and I hum in response as I try to think of one. "I'm indecisive as fuck, don't ask me that," I laugh once more.

"Look at us," he chuckles as he sits up, causing me to do the same, "bonding 'n all."

"Don't make it weird, Kylian," I warn. "Oh, don't worry. I still hate you, and you still hate me," he says, standing up.

"I'm going to regret saying this but I don't want to leave," I groan, plopping back onto the couch.

"Oh?" he smirks. He made me regret it. "Isiah is on a mission with Riley. I have no idea why they're together but I'm bored by myself," I grumble.

"Ahh, Riley, one of my best women," he says as he sits down behind his desk. "I've already planned their wedding," I tell him.

"That's if she doesn't kill him," he shrugs. I don't know, after that one phone call, I'm convinced they're going to have an enemies to lovers romance.

"And you can't plan their wedding if I kill you," he teases. "Yeah, never mind, I'm leaving. I forgot how annoying you were for a second," I mumble, standing up.

"Ouch," he hisses, reaching for his heart, "you bruised my poor heart, Ivory."

"Too bad, too sad," I shrug and flip him off as I walk out of his office.



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