Lovely Killer

Autumn is an assassin. And not just any one. She is the best female assassin out there, and is called on a very important mission. She is to grow close to Harry Styles from One Direction, and learn everything he can about him. After she reports back, she is supposed to kill him. Why, she doesn't know. But if she can't go through with it, she'll be killed, along with Harry.

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2. A job offer.

I walked towards the corner the parson disappeared around, and was grabbed by the neck from behind. I relaxed because I knew if I struggled I would be killed. "So Autumn, how are you baby? Long time not see!" I inmeadeatly recognized the voice. "What do you want Chase?" I spit at him through clenched teeth. "He loosened his grip and I took the advantage to pull a knife out of my boot. I whipped around and pressed it against his throat. He looked surprised. "I see you've been working on your fighting skills dear. Looks like you've bested me once again" he looked back and forth from behind me than back to me with his bright blue eyes. I ducked and spun around, swinging with my knife behind me. I caught something a heard a small grunt. "Damian, I knew you would be far behind Chase. You idiots always travel in packs." Damian growled at me. "You stabbed me you stupid bitch." I smirked. "Damian tried strangling me, and you attempted to sneak up on me. Don't do that to an assassin, your bound to get hurt." He was still holding his side where my blade had made contact with him. "What do you guys want? I thought we had made it clear Mr. Robinson had no interest working with you anymore. You fucked up every single job he gave you." I glared at them. "We don't want work Autumn. Our boss wants you to do some work for him." Now this spiked my interest. These idiots currently worked for a world renowned employer, one of Chases second uncles. He paid extremely well, and only hired the best. Obviously Chase and Damian were only doing dirty work for the St. Clouds, no kills. " What does this work entail?", I asked, trying not to sound to eager. "One of your specialties. Getting men to fall in love with you, then killing. This one is just, ah, a little tricky. He can't use any of the usual whores. Needs someone classy. This guys real famous. Some kind of boy band or something. Don't know why he needs to be killed, no one would tell me. Mr. Saint Cloud wants to see you now, he's waiting for us to bring you to him." I jut stared at him. "Are you ducking kidding me? He thinks I trust you ass holes enough to go with you. Mr. St Cloud wants to talk to me, he's coming here." I heard someone's foot steps and swung around. There stood a tall, skinny man, most likely in his 60's or 70's. His akin was wrinkled beyond his age, but you could still tell he was quite handsome in his youth. "Mrs. Lemay. I see Damian and Chase have bothered you enough. Off with you then", he said, gesturing at the to men beside me. "Y-yes sir" Damian muttered, an stalked away, Chase now far behind. "Have a seat Autumn. U don't bite", he spoke softy, as if he assumed I was afraid of him. I plopped down, not very gracefully, on one of the dirty subway benches. He moved and sat beside me, all in one fluid motion. "I have a job for you. One that requires skills only you have." He said. "I heard. Who's this guy? He better bit be some old married important person. I'm no being a mistress again." One if my last jobs from the Saint Clouds was to be a mistress of a political head, then kill him. It all worked out great, it's just not fun sleeping with some old fat man. "Oh no. This is very much someone your age. His name is Harry Styles, from a band called One Direction. Their record company has gotten into some financial trouble, and owes me over a billion dollars. Killing one of them will surely make them pay the debt." He smiled, as if what he just told me was an everyday normal thing to say. Well, I guess it was for me. "So this is just a kill, right? Damian said I had to make him fall in live with me...?" I questioned. "Oh no. You can't just kill him. We have to expose his secrets, make him hurt, then kill him. Bad publicity for the record company. He needs to truly live you." He smiled at me. I just looked puzzled. "So, how long will this take?" I asked hesitantly. Now, usually when a job like this came around, I would be all over it. But this was different. This kid was famous. I don't know if I could do it. "It should last about 4 months, maybe 5. No longer. You'll be paid generously. About 2 million each month. Sound good?" He raised an eyebrow. Good pay. Really good pay. I had to take it. "I guess I'll do it. When do I start?" "Now."
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