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“This is my first Chanel bag. Now, you know I will treasure this,” she coos, pulling the box out.
“You better fucking treasure it by being on time from now on,” I grumble.
She beams as she opens the box carefully. She all but threw the paper bag to the side, but the box she is careful with.
“You can have a sip. It’s sweet, like me.” She motions to the drink in my hand, then her eyes find mine, and that’s when I notice how violet they are.
“You are anything but sweet. You’re nothing but trouble,” I tell her.
“With a capital T.” She smirks, then turns away from me. Removing the bag out of the box, she lifts it and slides the strap onto her shoulder. A squeal leaves her lips as she spins and faces me. “It suits me, doesn’t it?”
How do I tell her it’s ugly?
“Sure,” is what I manage to say. “Okay, on time from now on.”
She nods and reaches for her drink. “Bye, boss.” She waves me off as she skips away.
Trouble is all that woman is.
“Sir.” Turning around, I see Monica waiting for me. She is a small woman who is great at her job. “You told me to always tell you if they show up. They are in your office now.” I look to where Avani just went and watch her going to the back room.
“If anyone asks, I’m busy.” She nods as I walk away, leaving her there. As soon as I get to my office door, I push it open. I find them all in there—there’s one standing at my desk, another sitting in my chair, and the last is on the sofa, lounging with his legs crossed over each other.
Truth be told, it was these men who got me into this field—the field of killing.
All three brothers.
All as dangerous as each other.
They don’t belong to any type of mafia or gang. They don’t need that type of backing. They are known by one name, and only a fool would be stupid enough to question them.
Sometimes I am that fool.
“Boys.” They all look my way as I shut the door behind me. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
When I was a teen, we all lived on the same street. They were older than me, and even in their late teens, they had people scared of them.
Me? Well, I was simply interested in them.
Zuko was the first of the brothers that I met and became friends with.
I eventually started hanging with them, then one day I found out first-hand what they do. I remember thinking they had no fear. We obviously didn’t come from a nice neighborhood, and men in our neighborhood were not known to be good men either. One of them came up to me one day as Zuko and his brothers were walking toward me, but the man didn’t see them. He came up and touched my head, telling me that, I was a good kid, and he could pay me to…
Zuko didn’t waste a second as he walked up and slid a knife I never knew he owned straight into the man’s neck.
That was my first taste of the life. I remember looking up at him and thinking, that man is powerful. I want to be like him when I grow up.
My father had taken off or was dead, who knows, and my mother had a new man who she had no qualms fucking right in the living room for all to see, so I lived and played on the streets to not be in the same house as whoever she brought in.
“You didn’t call,” Zuko says from behind my desk. His younger twin brothers, Kyson and Kenzo, watch on silently. The three brothers are known as the Hunters.
They are hired to kill. Trained hunters known for always getting their kill. Zuko is lethal, he is known to slice the back of a man’s Achilles and watch as he falls on the ground, unable to walk, then his brothers have their own tricks. They do jobs mostly together, but sometimes they will work separately. One brother would terrify anyone, but all three would make someone kill themself before the brothers even had the chance to reach them.
“I got what I needed, and now I’m back,” I reply.
“You got more girls?” Zuko asks. At that moment, the door opens without a knock, and Avani stands there holding a pen in her hand. Her eyes take in the three men before they lock onto me.
“Two men are here to see you. They say they are acquaintances of Mr. Harrington.” Her eyes don’t leave mine. Smart girl.
