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Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

Okay.. maybe she didn't expect that from him.

The usually calm, collected woman was thoroughly frazzled right down to the nerves. Her eyes were widening with every word he whispered against her ear, the confession of what he wanted to ultimately gain from this little meeting, forcing her heart to practically leap up into her throat. Sasha was something akin to a spring, taut.. wound up and ready to be let loose at any second.

It was only until he returned the brief amount of space between them, had she realized she had been holding her breath. Letting it out in an exaggerated, audible sigh.. she closed her eyes and shivered a bit, letting his confession roll over her like tangible matter. My goodness, no wonder this man had women flocking to his bedroom like a plague. Sasha was.. least to say, horribly curious as to how he'd make her feel.

Would he be able to keep up with his word?

Those startling bright, gray eyes then turned towards the one who had very well dampened the tiny pair of panties she wore. They were dark, brooding with lust and if he couldn't quite notice that, then it was more than obvious in the way she bit and licked at her bottom lip. Her fingers, which had tensed mercilessly about the glass she'd been holding finally loosened up, and she settled her hand onto her lap. "Where's your room," she asked him gently, giving him the answer he most likely had wanted from the get-go. The faster she got this done, the better. Still.. Scott would be watching them and.. Hell, what did she care? He had thoroughly insulted her straight to her face. Treated her like something akin to a two-cent whore.. so, it wasn't as if this would actually bother that man, who was evidently made of steel.
 
Tyler had expected some hesitancy, maybe some more convincing, some more purchased drinks, then only then would she grant him what he wanted. What he got instead, a mere, blunt but soft question of what his room was. He took another sip of his drink, before he finally finished it.

She, of course, knew perfectly well what his room was. Taking a nearby napkin, he wrote it down. "I like you.. nameless woman.." he murmured, slipping the napkin into her hand. Gently, he slipped the wedding ring off of her finger. "I'll keep this.. for now," he said with a smirk as he got up. "I will see you in five minutes," he said matter of factly, without asking or phrasing it as a question. He turned, and left.

Once he got into his room, he loosened his silky shirt by unbuttoning a few more, displaying his chest. Then he sat himself on his bed, pouring himself a glass of wine, starting to drink before he partially laid down, facing the door.

Scott, who was still thinking of all the things he wanted to tell Sasha when she got back, sat watching the other room. He saw the target enter his room and smugly unbutton his shirt. He was obviously waiting for something... Sasha had been successful. But why was he positioned like that? Scott frowned, only assuming she had seduced the man. It wouldn't be the first time...she was always professional about it, however. There was some lingering thought in his mind that this was a very awful idea suddenly, and he wanted to call it off. It was too late though, he couldn't get in contact with her unless if he texted her.. and his stubbornness wouldn't allow him to do that. She'd be quick about it, search the room, and leave. It was a risk if the money wasn't there, but Scott trusted her with the task as he had done so many times in the past.
 
The young woman sat there, her breath shaky.. a bit off-beat and her mind racing a million miles per hour. Sasha was horribly conflicted, not exactly knowing what she should do. On one hand, she had a job to do. Of course this job would ultimately entail her sleeping with a man she was bound to kill but... this was their last, most important job of all. This would pay for their retirement.. their freedom, something they had meticulously and carefully planned out. If she screwed this up.. she couldn't even imagine how upset Scott would be. After all, he was only about the business. So.. she'd do it, because she had to.

All the while she made her way towards the elevator, she was gazing down towards her phone, wondering if he'd text her with any bit of information. Tyler had to be up there.. and Scott had to have seen him, right? Furrowing her brows, she huffed, stuffing the device into her purse in a motion of frustration. Was he that disgusted by her? To the point he wasn't even going to keep a line of communication with her?

The longer it took for her to walk down the winding hallway, the madder she became. Scott was infuriating. It wouldn't take a genius to know what was about to transpire in that room... and a part of her, deep down and hidden, wanted him to desperately tell her to just turn away. To forget it, and not subject herself to something this low. But.. alas, it was too late and she was already knocking upon the hotel door. Waiting another moment, she gingerly turned the knob and eased herself in, attention immediately drawn to the bed, where he lay. Her tongue seemed to swell up, unable to talk.. only standing there, pushing back up into the door until it closed with a click behind her. This was almost too much.. knowing that the man she had slept with last night, was about to watch her sleep with another, only a day later.

"Hi," Sasha finally greeted, offering him a smile. She was nervous.. naturally, and it played her role up real well.
 
There she was. Scott found himself smiling at the sight for some reason, maybe he had missed the sight of her. The reason was obvious though... this was his girl. He could never see himself having another partner. She played the part well, too. Standing there all timid.... Scott couldn't help but want her to come back to him now. He had no idea what he was going to say to her. He had too many things to say. Maybe he would kiss her. Yes, that was it. He'd kiss her. He leaned against the windowsill using his hands, and watched.

Mean while, back in the room, the man stayed silent. He merely drank from his glass, his eyes looking at her in a lustful manner. His gaze would make any woman nervous. In addition, Sasha knew his background of being a former mafia member, a ruthless murderer who had no moral boundaries. At least Scott only killed from his job, not out of pure pleasure.

After a long moment of silence, he set his half filled drink down, still holding it. "Take off your dress," was all he said.
 
She had come into this situation hellbent on making Scott jealous.. wanting to give him some sort of taste of his own medicine. Sure, this might be going about it in a completely wrong way, but it was the only way. This was what Sasha had to do, to acquire the very large sum of money that her and her partner wanted. Her night with Scott had been a wonderful one, the best sex she had ever.. and would ever have, she knew. Up until the moment where he had left her on the bed all alone, soiled in the mixture of their fluids.. she had been in absolute bliss. Sasha knew that if she could, she would more than willingly turn back time and relive it.

After all, it almost seemed too good to be true..

Her purse was dropped to the floor and her eyes remained poised upon the man on the bed, just before she reached behind her. Carefully.. she tugged down the zipper, the velvet material of her dress which had hugged her every curve, loosening up until it fell about her ankles. There, those scandalous hips.. that taut, flat little tummy, bare breasts and sinfully small thong was all revealed.

Her chest was heaving by now, rising and falling with the exertion of her breathing. Goddess, why was she so nervous? It was because she knew Scott was watching her.. a strange rush of excitement and worry, grounding themselves down into her gut. Sasha could only step out of her dress, however, letting the one before her admire her in all her glory. It was obvious this woman had a body most would simply die to have, a body that had practically been played up like a finely tuned instrument last night. She was so tempted to risk a glance across the way.. wondering if she'd be able to spy Scott by the window somehow.
 
As she undressed, Tyler rose the glass to drink again. His eyes, too, greedily drank the sight of her nearly naked body. The familiar scar that Scott had his attention to that marked her body also captured her target's eye. The man's chest heaved up and down softly in anticipation, a stiffness growing between his legs. As she ventured closer, he latched an arm around her waist, pulling her slender body closer. His mouth hungrily kissed at her taut stomach, a mixture of sucking and kissing around her belly button. It was short lived, however, as he soon spun her around, presenting her ass to him. His teeth dragged down the soft flesh of her skin not covered by the dainty thong. "Your husband has a very fine wife..." he whispered against her skin, pulling his head back to start to peel her thong down.

Little did she know, her 'husband' was watching every moment and motion of the two of them from a room across the street, slightly above them. She could make him out, had she looked across, and slightly upwards. Scott wasn't too surprised to see her undress, she had done it before in front of other men while he watched. It was always pretty short lived, however, and he tried not to think much of it. Still, he felt a sense of jealousy, knowing she would have easily undressed for him, whenever he wanted, had he just lightened up this morning and the previous night. He reassured himself it would all be over, until the man grabbed her, and began to kiss and mouth her body, as he had done the previous night.

Jealously and rage surged in him, his hands turning in gradual fists upon on the windowsill. No, it was okay, soon she would turn and crack the man's neck. She was just waiting for the right moment, this guy was dangerous after all.

Tyler Franklin stood up and began to undo his shirt, letting it drop. "If you were my wife," he whispered into her ear, dragging the back of his knuckles down her spine, before he began to unlatch her bra. "You would never go to a bar to find another man.." His voice hardly above a whisper, aimed to stimulate her even more. His lips grazed down on her neck, tasting her soft flesh.
 
Her body was akin to an exposed nerve, and despite having had quite an over-stimulating bout of sex last night, she was still helplessly sensitive. Feeling the man's hot, rough mouth latch onto her stomach and plaster wet kisses all about, made her squirm, a tender squeak bubbling up. Sasha couldn't do much of anything else.. or at least, she didn't want to. The attention he was gracing her with was divine, spun around and forced to endure the same treatment onto the plump cheeks of her flawless bottom. If she thought long enough on it.. she could remember the way Scott had spanked her the previous evening..

That sent a rush of arousal through her, her eyes closing and knees becoming weak.. whilst the thin material of her thong was now bunched up just above her knees. Sasha could kill this man right now if she wanted to.. but something made her continue onward. She wanted Scott to see what he had been missing. To witness the things she would have given him, time and time again. It was obvious how taken by him she had been, and to see how hurt she was.. by his words? To the point she had been crying? Sasha cared what he thought of her.. despite her usual brushing of any ill-intent he tossed her way.

That was all down the drain, though. His true thoughts had been revealed, and she could only accept them for what they were.

Tyler's voice drew her back in like a moth to flame, gasping sharply as she felt his knuckles traverse down the curvature of her spine. Arching, the latch upon her bra was undone.. and soon enough the straps fell from her shoulders, revealing those two soft, firm swells. "Mmpf..." He was doing everything right, Sasha eagerly pushing her ass back into his groin, whilst his lips teased at her neck, forcing a surge of sensitivity to strike her right betwixt the thighs. "Is that so," she asked shakily, long lashes fluttering before she tipped her gaze.. looking out the window. There he was.. the man that had indefinitely ruined her.
 
Scott stood motionlessly as he watched. The more it went on, the more he realized she wasn't going to stop. His mouth held open, stunned, shocked. He felt his heart freeze. Then she seemed to look behind her, towards him. He couldn't tell if she was or not..

Tyler caressed her breasts as they became freed. "Very much so," he whispered. Her ass, eager for his attention, pressed back against him, and his hips gyrated back in turn, the steady rising of his cock all but subtle as it pushed against her soft skin. He lowered her thong all the way down, letting her step out of it before he held her hips purposefully, pulling and twisting her past him, so she fell down on the bed, making her lay on her back. If she looked up, she would be able to see Scott more clearly.

The man had no idea about Scott as he took the rest of his clothes off. His upper body, had chest hair and a happy trail leading to his crotch. He was no where near as toned or as muscular as Scott, but he was no slouch. There was no sign of fat on the man. Once his pants and boxers fell down, his cock, which seemed promising, stretched out straight. "I will enjoy this... very much," he whispered pushing her legs apart as he stepped forward, aligning himself with her. He seemed pretty eager to be in her as he brought down his cock, slapping its underside against her, between the legs, directly over her slit.

Scott gripped the windowsill, wondering why she was permitting this to happen. Before his eyes, the man had undressed, and stepped forward, rubbing his cock that Scott immediately thought wasn't as large as his own, and the hair surrounding his base wasn't as neatly trimmed, just a big black bush that didn't seem too attractive! So why was she letting this happen! He thumped his hands against the windowsill. He did not want to watch but he stuck to the window helplessly, waiting for a moment with Sasha would stop everything.
 
The instant she had fallen onto the bed, she felt like crying. All she could think of was the way Scott had touched her... that ghostly caress still haunting, and making all of Tyler's efforts disappear. All she could think about was.. him, and goodness, did it infuriate her. Why did she care so much? Why in the world, had she allowed that man to get under her skin? He was practically embedded into her very essence now, the constant remembrance of what they had done.. and soon enough, what had transpired after that. Sasha was completely lost to these conflicting emotions, and despite her want to somehow have an epiphany, it never came. All the woman could do was lay there, remembering how cruel Scott had been to her. Damn him.. damn him so much. She had known it would never happen again.. but why..

Why did he have to be so cold, so soon? Didn't he have any warmth in him when he wasn't fucking?

Turning her attention down towards the one between her legs finally, she bit her lip.. anticipating what was certainly going to happen. Here she was, completely naked upon his bed.. having toed off her heels a moment after the silken sheets met her bare form. Tyler was wasting no time in getting her to spread apart, legs bent at the knees and puffy slit slightly eased opened.

The thick, heavy weight of his cock smacked down onto her and she squeaked, more than embarrassed that she had let it go this far. But.. what else was she suppose to do? They weren't certain that the money was even here. She needed to be able to look around.. and killing him right off the bat would ultimately thwart any other chance of gaining further information too. Sasha could only hope that Scott realized this, that there was a method to her madness and she wasn't just sleeping with this man for the hell of it. She wasn't a whore.. a slut.. an easy woman, not at all. She had to endure some very brutal things in this line of work, and being fucked, well.. just had to be one of them. "Nnngh.. come on," she whined finally, raising her hips off of the bed and shamelessly grinding herself up into his shaft, "I want it.."
 
The way she moved up against him, demanding to be fucked, only made Tyler all the more eager for it. "Mmm do you? Bet it's been ages since you've had a real cock..." With that said he began to angle himself, letting the head pierce her. He had let go of himself, and thrusted home, without regard to how it felt to her, her lithe body sliding back on the bed. He thrusted again, making her slide once more before his hands snatched her hips, holding her still as he found a rhythm already. His cock didn't press as deep as Scott's had, but it was thick enough to stimulate her. "Yeah you like daddy's cock," he grunted out, his eyes roaming over her body, enjoying the sight of her sprawled out before him, her curls becoming undone as her auburn hair soon covered the bed.

Scott was sure this had happened once or twice in Sasha's career.. but for her to do it now after the night they had shared... he grew infuriated. He stared in horror as the man's cock invaded the space that Scott had claimed last night, and Sasha only seemed to enjoy it, he could see her mouth moving to speak and encourage the man. Scott's heart sunk to his feet as he realized Sasha was probably like this with every man, and what they had shared last night was just another night for her.

He tried to stomach the feeling as he watched the man grab Sasha by her throat, choking her gently. This should make him regret last night even less.. if she was like this with every man she came across, then it didn't even matter. He didn't have to think about it. Still, he watched, unable to pull away. A drink was much needed.
 
She had stayed in the bed for another minute or two, before sitting up.. gazing down towards the ultimate mess of sweat and cum all over the front of her body. Sasha was.. she wasn't very proud of herself, honestly. Sure, she had done what was needed but.. she supposed in Scott's eyes, this proved him right. She was just some whore, wasn't she? The woman wiped idly at the side of her neck, sighing heavily. Tyler was fast asleep beside her.. had been for nearly ten minutes now. He had done.. alright, but it was far from the satisfying fuck her partner had given her last night. That.. was just history, though.

Her attention was wavering but she knew what she had to do. She began searching. Quietly and precisely, making her way about the room. Honestly, Sasha hadn't expected this man to be so.. careless with his money. Low and behold, it was tucked away beneath his bed, in a locked briefcase that she had gotten open with one of her bobby-pins. All the cash was accounted for, and the task was over.

She had done it. She had succeeded.. and now this life could be over for good.

Getting dressed, and making work of the pair of gloves she had in her purse, she quickly cleaned up whatever she would need to. There was no room for a slip-up, and that ultimately led her to walking over to the side of the bed, her expression as cold as Scott's usually was. Sasha didn't really feel anything when she snapped the man's neck, remorse not bubbling within her, and proving that she was more than qualified to fulfill such daunting tasks. Her heart was still hurting, and would continue to hurt, so.. maybe that's what aided her in killing off Tyler so fluidly. That, and he was just a scummy bag of shit.

The briefcase now in her possession, she made her way out of the room and quickly found herself taking the stairs. She'd go out the back way, hoping to not rise any suspicion at her exit.
 
It had been over before it had started, it seemed. Tyler had started at a moderate pace... and ended at one, soon pulling out and spilling his mess over the front of her body, without regards to if she actually got off. Tyler had no idea that his last words were a incoherent mumble to clean herself up, before he collapsed on the bed and fell fast asleep. He was so out of it, he did not realize the woman prowling around, finding his precious money hidden obviously under the bed. Then the life went out of him as she snapped his neck with ease, never realizing what had happened.

Scott watched it all, mystified and hurt at the same time. Why had she done it? If he saw her retrieve the case of money yesterday, he would have been overwhelmed with joy, maybe even kissed her or shared a drink. Now all he felt was bitterness. He sighed, and took himself towards the kitchen, doing something he never did. All he could think about was that man violating her body, when he had wanted it all for himself. Sasha was his... he should have told her that. He shouldn't have pushed her away so firmly just after they had finished. He felt like it was all his fault.. but it would be easier now to move away from each other.

When Sasha returned, she would find Scott sitting in his suit in a comfortable recliner, facing the door. Immediately she would notice something very strange about Scott, and that would be that he was currently drinking from a glass of wine. In all the time she had known Scott, the man never touched anything but water. She could take it as him either celebrating... or something darker.
 
The first thing she had planned to do when returning to the room, was to shower. She felt disgusting. Her body was still horribly sticky.. and despite having cleaned herself up relatively well before leaving, it was as if that man's stench was permanently fixated into her pores. However... those plans seemed to go a bit awry, when she saw Scott sitting down. That wasn't what was so peculiar about the act, however. It was the fact that he was drinking something other than water... was that wine? The hell had gotten into him? They had been successful on many missions beforehand.. maybe this one was different? A celebratory cocktail?

No, that wasn't it. This man was brewing beneath the surface, she could feel it.

Closing the door behind her, the click resounding out.. she stayed exactly where she was. Grip tight on the suitcase she held, and posture tensed. She was in no mood to be judged. He had already made it more than clear, that he thought very little of her to begin with. It wasn't as if they were in a relationship, or he would even want her to only lay with him. Scott had thoroughly debauched any chance he could have possibly had, to make her forgive him. Sasha was set in stone when it came to her hatred for this man. She had gotten what they wanted, and now.. she could finally go far, far away. That's what they both wanted, yes?
 
Maybe she could feel it, but Scott's face, was emotionless as ever. A calmly, stern appearance that had set on his face perpetually. Whatever expressions he had made during their sex, the sweet name calling of baby, all of it was gone. It had been replaced by the machine, the robot she knew as Scott, had it ever vanished in the first place. He did not say anything, feeling her gaze upon him, he did not falter. He set the drink on a table nearby, his other hand had been behind his back still.

Slowly, he brought his hand forward. It was obvious enough what it was before she even saw it, but when she did, she discovered his lethal intentions. A pistol, a silencer attached to the end, was pointed squarely at her. His face was so cool, it was hard to say if he had been planning it all along. The wine glass next to him made it obvious he had been afflicted by what he just saw.

"Drop the case," he said, his voice as cold as ice. His blue hues peering at her emotionlessly.
 
The sight of the gun was.. least to say, startling. Despite her knowing how much he hated her, thought nothing of her and wanted to merely separate from her as much as she him, Sasha would have never assumed he'd do.. this. They had been partners for years now, and sure.. they had their ups and downs, were drastically different like oil and water, never thoroughly mixing. But.. to actually threaten to kill her? After she had gotten their money...? The money that they had already promised to split, if this went well? This.. this was what was going to retire her, not only him.

But... he just didn't care, did he? Had he planned to do this all along?

It made her stomach twist in pain, and her gray eyes softened as she slowly let the bottom of the suitcase hit the floor with an empty thud. She might have risked a lot more going into that room with Tyler, but it was a completely different story when her life could very well be taken from her within this very second. No amount of cash was worth it, and so.. she'd do as he said.

It ultimately hurt her more than any bullet would, to know that Scott.. of all people, was turning against her. The icing on the cake. She had managed to let him fuck her, and now, she had practically waltzed the prize of their hard work right to him, so he could take it all. Fucking son of a bitch.. she should have never trusted him. She should have just.. left, and never looked back.

Sasha was such a fool.
 
He could feel the pain in her eyes. He slowly stood himself up as she let the case drop, the gun still steadily pointing at her. All the years of hard work with him, and he was throwing it in her face. "I'm sorry," he managed to say. "I had planned this from the start," he said. It was a lie... he never had. Splitting it fifty fifty with her would have been more than enough for him. Now he didn't even want the money. He didn't want anything but her, and now she seemed soiled, untrustworthy. Deep down he knew it was his fault, his normally cheerful and flirtatious partner would have happily done anything he asked, but now it was all different. His stubbornness refused to give in.

Cautiously, he stepped forward, the gun still pointed. He reached down and took the suit case, unlocking it. Inside, there was stacks and stacks of cash. In her eyes it was a crude gesture, but to him, maybe she would accept it as some sort of apology. He slid several of them across the floor, towards her before he stood back up. He felt his throat constricting.. it was hard to speak. Scott was still human.. he did not want to part with Sasha on these terms. Regardless of all of the emotions he felt, it didn't stop him from speaking. "Leave," he said finally, the word felt like bile coming out of his throat, and Sasha could hear his tone turn hoarse.
 
His apology was as empty as his eyes were, and for him to come forth and actually admit that he had planned this from the start.. Sasha just didn't know what to do. This was something that seemed so unbearably untrue, the fact that Scott.. a man she had trusted her life with time and time again, a man that had protected her and kept her close.. someone whom she had spent countless days with, was now betraying her.

Idly watching as he took the briefcase, the motion of him sliding forward a few stacks of money towards her only served to shove salt into the wound. It was ironic.. how he had claimed he didn't have to pay her for her services, and yet it felt like he was doing just that. Sasha knew it'd make all the difference in the world if she took it, but honestly.. she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she did that. She'd let him have all of it, something that was obviously more important than the history they had between them. She had been a mere piece to play in this large scheme of his, and to have actually thought that after last night.. maybe there was something between them? It was outrageous. There was a reason why this woman never got close to anyone, she had seen the worst in people.. and Scott proved to out-reign them all.

The single word that filtered through the air after that was final, and she realized now that this was all.. real. She couldn't help but look him in those dark, blue eyes of his once more though.. trying to find that man that she had met the evening prior. He was nowhere to be found and her bottom lip trembled whilst her chest grew tight and her vision glossed over. Without a word she turned and opened the door back up again, her hands shaking and breath coming out a bit labored. One foot over the threshold, she glanced over her shoulder.. not exactly sure why she was doing this to herself.

Sasha didn't want to believe that he actually hated her as much as he had proven, yet her attempts at convincing herself finally managed to fall short. The door was closed behind her and she made her way down the hallway, with only the velvet dress she still wore, being in her possession. She'd have to find a way to get back home, knowing she had no money on her.. so she'd be able to get her things and leave.
 
This would be the last time he ever saw her. His heart sunk to his feet... it was even worse than seeing her sleep with another man. Nothing showed on his end.. or so he thought. There was an audible click from his pistol, the obvious indication of the safety being removed. "Take it," he said again, feeling his eyes grow glossy.

Scott stared at her in disbelief, his gun lowering as the partner he knew, turned her back on him, and left without even taking the money. He immediately grew worried for her, tempted to run out and to snatch her in his arms, smother her face in kisses and tell her how sorry he was. All he did was lower his gun and stare at the shut down, the tears falling freely from his eyes after she was not there to see him. He felt devastated, an overwhelming emptiness filled him up that no amount of money would ever fill. Nothing could ever fill that void except Sasha, and she was gone. The gun fell from his lifeless hand, dropping to the floor.

Scott did not recollect the time that had passed before he moved again. His body seemed frozen as he stared at the door, the wetness of his tears falling from his face and tainting his skin. It seemed like an eternity before he had managed to recollect himself, wiping his face off using his sleeve, picking up his gun and adjusting the money to go back in the suit case. He had that at least.... the money. He could use it to get far away from here...he could have anything he wanted. He didn't need Sasha. He just needed some time away from things, then it wouldn't hurt so bad.

Once he had made up his mind to leave, it did not take him long to pack his belongings, as well as the suit case, and leave. He wanted to go some where else, a tropical place that would help him forget all of this. First, he needed to get to his car.
 
It felt as if someone had punched her square in the stomach. She could barely breathe without it hurting, and her head.. it was aching terribly. There was so much she needed to think about, with such little time. One thing was for certain, though. She would need to get home as quickly as possible, and pack her things. Always having been one to plan for the worst, she had managed to save herself a few grand, just in case anything happened. Ten in total. That would get her a one-way ticket to somewhere overseas. She had an abundance of fake I.D.'s and anything else that would successfully hide her out.

It'd all be okay, wouldn't it? Sasha would be just fine.. this was only a mishap, that was all. It wasn't as if she loved the man, and with time everything could be healed. Sure, she was going to be horribly jaded and probably never give another person a chance to get close to her, but that was a necessary evil. Loneliness was already a prime factor in her existence, she had learned to depend on herself from a very young age.. and had no problem whatsoever, in keeping that at the forefront of her mind. She didn't need a damn soul. All she wanted to do was make a new life, and get on with living.

Sasha didn't have difficulty in finding a taxi driver who had agreed to getting paid at the end of the drive to her apartment. Given that she was more or less easy on the eyes, and promised a little extra if he took her to the airport as well? It was easy. Everyone wanted money.. she had learned that the hard way. Thinking on it now, the utter sense of desperation and betrayal wearing off a bit.. she was angry. She had been slapped in the face and blatantly used for another's personal gain. If Scott actually thought he'd get away with this, he was wrong. Those silly old grandmothers were right about one thing, that was for certain.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
 
Scott had not even returned back to his apartment. There was thousands of dollars worth of equipment in there.. but he no longer needed it. Or wanted it. He didn't want this life anymore. It was too painful, even for him. He went straight to the air port, trashing his gun somewhere and took the suitcase of money. It was all he needed. The only real decision he had to make was where to go. He stood in the lobby of the air port, looking at the flight numbers, and their destinations. In the end he opted to go to the Bahamas, not because he particular wanted to go there, but merely because it was leaving soon, and he wanted to get away as fast as he could, from everything. Maybe if he went far away, he would forget about Sasha and his previous life. Somehow he knew he wouldn't, but it was worth a try.

The flight had gone well for the most part, and when he got there, it hadn't taken long to rent out a hotel room. He spent most of his days lounging on the beach, deep in thought. Things seemed to be going fine... but at night, when he missed Sasha the most, he found himself going borderline insane. He frequented bars, often trying to pick up women, any sort to make him forget about her. It never ended well. Often he kicked them out as they were sent half naked out of his hotel room. The few times he did sleep with them, he was never satisfied, and it led to a long day of drinking. His only solace was found in working out, or running at long lengths down the beach. While he was still in shape from the working out and running, he did very little to take care of himself. His short dark hair, which he had always kept very short, now sprouted out from his head in abundance. Black waves that descended almost to his eyes. It had only been a month and a half from the assassination of Tyler Franklin, so it was not very long, but for Scott, it certainly was. A dark set of stubble covered his face most days, making him look grim.

However, in the day time, Scott seemed to be a nice enough guy. People were friendly around. He was smiling more. He had made a few friends. It was just at night when he felt awful, no amount of money he spent on booze or women seem to satisfy him. Once, a woman left him half way through merely because he called her Sasha.

At the end of one day, he found himself at a beach bar. It was warm still, and the sun was beginning to fall, giving the beach an orange hue. Scott sat with his back to the bar, admiring the scenery as he drank from a cocktail. The white shirt he wore was snug on his form, displaying the military tattoo on his right bicep and the impressive physique. The rest of his outfit consisted of loose khaki shorts that fell to his knees, and his well worn sandals that he preferred to walk on the beach with.

Scott had grown careless in the time of idleness, because he felt he no longer had a purpose. No longer was he as suspecting as before, or as stern as he had been in the past. It was all too much, and he was tired of it. Feeling the sun on him all the time made him lazy, his skin turning an even darker tan than it had been before. He yawned as he stared longingly at the beach, wishing he could simply fly into the sun, or take a long nap on the beach, never to wake up.
 
Just as she suspected, life had continued on. She managed to get herself a relatively quaint loft in Paris, where she found herself working at the local cafe. The sweet scent of coffee and freshly baked croissants never grew old, and while she could have been set for the rest of her life.. she much preferred this, than a bit of charity from a man she was planning to square off.

Yes, Sasha hadn't forgotten about her time in the States. Quite the contrary. She made work of her skills and eventually pinpointed where that thieving little sneak lived now. It wasn't difficult, after all.. he wasn't really trying to cover too many of his tracks. Either she knew him a bit too well, or he had loosened up on the chain that kept him all business and no play. Whatever the reason was, Sasha was thankful. The faster she could get this done and over with, the sooner she could finally fall asleep without those memories plaguing her. She hadn't slept with anyone since then.. and hell, she hadn't even considered her pitiful lay with Tyler Franklin to even count. That had just been insulting, and no matter how many times she scrubbed herself clean, she could still swear she felt his clammy, hairy flesh on her...

Pausing for a moment, she tipped her sunglasses down and peered out towards the coastline, now knowing why Scott had picked the Bahamas. A little questioning around, and she was presented with the knowledge of that man being at the nearest bar. It was tiny.. but cute, in a local sort of way. It had been a while since she felt sand under her feet.. and it was tempting to stay here longer than needed. Yet, there was no room for getting off track, she had made the trip down for one reason, and one reason only. Sasha was going to get revenge on the man who had thoroughly screwed her over, if it was the last thing she did.

Those auburn tresses were no more. They were chopped off, bleached.. and now sat upon her head in a honey-glossed pixie cut. The look was drastic, accompanied with the contacts that covered those familiar gray eyes too. Now a dazzling green, and her naturally sun-kissed skin a bit fairer than usual, Sasha looked nothing like the woman that had worked side by side with Scott. She was successfully disguised, and yet.. even if his own appearance was drastically different, she knew it was him the moment she had stepped into that cantina. He looked.. good. Too good, and it infuriated her.

Taking a seat a few stools down from him, she didn't bother flashing him another glance. That would just be too obvious. Instead, she ordered herself a frozen margarita and began to idly play with the nearby coaster. This was something she had dreamed of doing for over a month now. Her feelings for him were beyond warped, and the only thing she saw when Scott occupied her mind, was red.

Donned in a pair of faded, cut-off denim shorts and a light orange tank-top, she too, had managed to keep her physique in check. After all, she wanted his attention.
 
Scott had seen the woman walking past him as he eyed the beach, and he found the scenery temporarily boosted by the woman's appearance, so much so that his head had followed the movements of her body for a brief motion, before his head reset, looking straight forward. He hadn't come to the bar for a woman...but... he tilted his head again, casting a glance at her out of the corner of his eyes. It was easy for him to take in her features in the quickest of moments, years of long assassinating and the art of being subtle were natural to him.

The bar was relatively empty, a few patrons here and there, but mostly everyone kept to themselves. The woman had sat down a few seats away from him, no one in between them. Her body type was highly appealing to him, for whatever reason. He didn't realize who it was, or how similar her body type was to Sasha's, mainly because the short hair threw him off so much. All he knew was that he wanted her, maybe she would be the one to satisfy him and make him forget who Sasha was.

He finished his drink, showing no immediate nor obvious signs he had even noticed her, before he ordered another, stood up, and walked down towards her. He sat down next to her without a word, as if he had seen her many times before. If only he knew how true it was. He sighed, and straightened his back. "Hey," he said softly, giving her a fleeting smile. Scott seemed like a whole another person when he was being friendly. "You aren't from around here, are you?" he asked. "I haven't seen you before."
 
Sasha could feel his eyes on her almost immediately, despite him only managing to give her a glance or two. Sasha was more than aware of him taking notice, and she was pleased. Hopefully this would go over smoothly, and she wouldn't have to deal with any unforeseen complications. Honestly, did she want to kill him? Not really.. but if she had to, she wouldn't hesitate. After all.. if she remembered correctly, that man hadn't thought a second more before pulling a gun on her, triggering off the safety and bidding her a lovely farewell. Karma was a definite bitch in life, especially when another had full control over such.

Her margarita was settled down in front of her a moment later, and she couldn't help but lean forward to take a small sip. It was sweet, yet delightfully tangy and made her tongue tingle. She wouldn't be finishing this.. at least, so she thought. It might take a little while to get under his skin after all, and successfully lead him off to wherever he lived now. If she had to do this whilst buzzed, then so be it.

She had worked under a lot harsher conditions before.

His voice filtrated her mind like a freight train, and that smile conjured up a horrible ache in her chest all over again. He seemed.. happy, and god, he was friendly to random people now? Scott had changed completely, looking like anything but what he had when they were partners. Sasha wasn't quite sure whether to take this as a good thing, given that it would make her chances better, or to be insulted that he had recovered from their last meeting so well. Hell, who was she kidding? He had admitted to her that he planned it from the start. He might have been all sunshine and rainbows now, but deep down.. he didn't have a heart at all.

"Hello," she spoke up, accent notable. Living in Paris, and being one to effortlessly pick up traits as she went along.. it was no surprise that she spoke as if she were native to that gorgeous land. "Not surprising you have not seen me before," Sasha quipped with a smile, "I am here on vacation after all.. got in this morning." A slow look of admiration to his person, and she licked her bottom lip, "You.. live here, correct?"
 
Her voice was beautiful. Sasha was becoming a far off reality.. although she would always be lodged in the back of his mind. "I moved here recently. I retired." His smile on his face was perpetual, widening at the sound of her voice. He noticed the look she gave him and didn't mind at all. He had eyed her earlier. "I wanted to get away from things.." he said, looking off, speaking more to himself than her. It seemed like no matter how far he ran, his past was always right behind him. "Nothing a bit of the old alcohol can't solve," he said with a laugh, pretending to be happy as he greedily gulped at the glass.

Once he set it down, he extended a hand out. "I'm Jason, by the way," he said. It seems like Sasha wasn't the only one who had an identity change.

The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed. His eyes began to wander, up and down her, staring at amazement at her eyes, fascinating by them. There was something about her that was too familiar, he couldn't quite place it. In his mild drunkenness, he just thought this was the woman he was supposed to meet his whole life. He never had such ideas like that.. but in his loneliness and desperation, he was starting to have a great deal of crazy ideas he never thought before. "You look like someone I knew before," he mentioned. "Someone a long time ago."
 
"Retired," she repeated, raising a brow, "And so young, hm? You are a very lucky man.." She returned his smile, and sadly.. found it a bit too easy to grow fond of the new person Scott had become. It was nice to see him this way, not so pent-up, cold and separated from the joys of just being.. alive. He was actually glowing a bit too, even if he seemed haunted by something. Most likely, her.

"Mmn... I know how that is. Trying to run away from the inevitable," she mused before slipping her hand into his own. Sasha could have sworn there was a prickling spark, which sent her grasping upon her sunglasses a bit tighter. She needed to remain poised, even if there was an abundance of emotion racing through her very veins right now. He had betrayed her, had hurt her.. used her, and all for his own gain. This man did not care about her at all, she needed to remember that. It was what fueled this entire trip down here to begin with. "I am Caroline.. it is a pleasure to meet you, Jason," she practically purred, slipping her fingers from his own.

"As for this someone you knew before," Sasha began, sipping at her drink, "Are they one of the things you wanted to get away from?"
 
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