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Out The Window [Blurb]

8. “Why are you doing this to me?” 10. “I'd like to kiss you... Joking... Unless?”

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You blew the strand of hair from before your eyes, after hiding the unconscious guy in the closet. Another day in your beautiful hitman life. Nobody saw you getting in, nobody would see you getting out. And as you entered the elevator, your phone rang. You took it from your purse, looking at the screen to know who dared interrupt your flow at the end of a mission. One, of course One.

First of all, what a stupid idea to go by code names; you knew him in the orphanage, you were way younger than him, but you became friends pretty quickly. You still looked, impressed, at his magnetic inventions, and followed the grand finale a year ago on the boat where they stopped Murat. A great masterpiece, and you were pretty angry at him for not inviting you, as he promised to. But you couldn't blame him: you refused to be Two. When he explained his fucked up story, telling you that he was dead and that you should die too to be able to work with him, you didn't hesitate for a second: it was a solid no, for obvious reasons. Dying, faking its own death wasn't fun to you, it was mire troublesome than anything else. You had to hide in the desert, with him, and his little team. It was a big no to you. But you helped him recruit Three. Because you heard about Javier many times, you even spoke with him when he was a hitman, but that was all before he killed that father almost in front of his daughter and began to withdraw from the job. So you gave One Javier's number and current location. The rest, is history.

“What do you want,” you asked after answering the phone.

“I need help Extra,” he whispered.

“What is wrong with you with these code names,” you said, after the doors of the elevator closed and you clicked on the first floor.

“No time for talking about that, I'll need you for a mission, you in?”

“Oh, now when you're a famous savior you call your old friend Extra,” you teased him, the elevator stopped, two men stepped in, looking suspiciously at you. You had to lie low. “So, what's the problem darling,” you cooed, your hand on your hip, playing it seductive.

“You're in trouble,” he asked.

“Maybe yes, maybe no, depending of what you think,” you whispered into the device, sensually as the men in front of you turned bright red. Bingo.

“Calling you later Extra, I already have two fucking in who-knows-where and I don't want to do that,” he replied, a bit disgusted.

“Love you too,” you whispered before turning off the phone. “'Twas my baby,” you said to the men in front of you, a big smile on your face, “can't wait to see him again!”

They went silent, still bright red. You had your small revenge on One, and now you needed to know what he needed you for so badly.

~~~

Great you thought, as you had to find a way out of there, running on these heels. Fuck, you continued bare foot. You had no way to communicate with One's crew, who apparently knew who you were. More or less. And the only thing you knew that there was Seven, the sniper who eliminated half the guys who were trying to kill you on your way up there, and Four, the parkour expert. You still were pretty curious to know why One decided to put this guy right here, and not Javier or Two, people who would help you inside. A mystery.

You stopped by the corner, hiding behind a curtain, sitting on the edge of the window, as you heard men running to find you. You held your breath, closing your eyes and hoping the wouldn't notice you. You could hear them talk about you, about not knowing where you were, in these dark hallways. You heard footsteps, running away. Great. You sighed, relieved and stood on the ground, opened the curtains. Shattering of glass behind you, somebodywas getting inside, almost falling on you. The dark figure stood in front of you, you began to push him towards the window, holding him by his collar, not far from letting him fall down.

“Why are you doing this to me,” the guy almost yelled looking you right in the eye, eyes glowing in the pale moonlight, “I'm Four! Don't you fucking try to kill me, Extra!”

“Next time don't scare the shit out of me,” you told him, pulling him inside, as he looked at you dusting his hoodie. “So this is your escape plan, you asked, arching an eyebrow, “not subtle.”

“Not my idea,” he defended himself.

“She's funny,” Seven said into Four's ear, chuckling a bit after this exchange. He still looked at them, the path was still clear, nobody seemed to hear the breaking glass.

“She almost killed me, mate,” he retorted, you looking at him.

“Oh, it's Seven? Tell him that he does a neat sniping job.”

“Yeah, compliment one of the guys who comes to save your ass, Extra,” Four complained, rolling his eyes. “This way,” he headed going through the window as you followed.

“I'll thank you when I'll come out alive from this fucking mess One put me in.”

~~~

You heard your heart beat to the beat of the drums. From all the things you could have imagined, a party that One agreed to go to with his whole crew and you, this would never came to your mind. You put on your little black dress, dancing with a glass of champagne in your hand, right next to Two who brought you the glass you held. The crew was pretty nice, and you asked yourself if being with them wouldn't be a better life choice than living your hitman life – especially after the small conversation you had with Javier, who was absolutely glad that he stopped all of this, not being longer held by the missions and the contracts, but you loved this adrenaline, even if it meant working for the bad guys the most of the time.

The party you went to wasn't held by One, it would be a miracle, you just managed to go through the security together, with confident smiles on your faces and the looks needed to enter the place. The music blasted into your ears, and heart. And dancing with Two was a true pleasure, and even more than that. She seemed so cold but in fact she was the one to know how to have some fun with all these things around, with people, and taking advantage of who to get what she wanted. A true hitman indeed.

As you were dancing with Two and a flute of champagne, Four looked at you from afar, drinking another flute of champagne next to Seven. Probably too much flutes, because he stopped counting them. Mostly because you were the one intriguing him, on his mind since you almost threw him out this window when you first met. An instant crush. Four had something for dangerous women, he knew it – this was why his girlfriend dumped him from this building when he was in Ukraine stealing the necklace, too dangerous woman.

Seeing you climbing behind him, in that dress and bare foot, this was a new kind of experience he never knew he needed in his life. Your hairdo becoming messy as you jumped on the zipline he prepared, without any fear and he looked as your bun undid itself as you flew above the buildings. A truly magnificent view.

“Stop devouring her with your eyes and go to talk with her,” Seven said, elbowing him, “or otherwise you'll be wallowing for the next few years.”

“Wanker,” Four replied, putting the flute on one's server tray. “She's dancing with Two, she has fun with Two, and she likes Three. What the fuck am I to her? A youngster, One would say.”

“She's younger than One,” Seven remarked.

“Everybody is younger than One.”

“Don't be so over dramatic.”

“She tried to kill me.”

“That almost turned you on,” Seven remarked as Four made big eyes, “you said so, I noticed? Stays between us.” Four mouthed a thank you, before disappearing in the crowd to go and see her.

He had to breathe in, and breathe out. He was a total mess, a stupid mess. You were older than him – not much but still, it impressed him a lot, okay? – and he looked at you, having fun with Two before saying “fuck it” and going up to you.

Kesha. Great. “Oh what a shame that you came in with someone.” “We're gonna die young.” He was about to. He could feel butterflies in his stomach, his dizzy head as he approached you, sheepish and timid. You turned back, and saw him in his white collar shirt, standing in front of you. You tilted your head, curious to know what he wanted, Two having her full attention on Javier now.

“I'd like to kiss you”, he whispered, and he caught you off guard. He stood there, like a child, harmless.

“What,” was the only reply you could give him at that precise moment.

“Joking,” he pursued, playing with his fingers as you leaned closer to look at him. He looked so cute.

“Four, what do you want,” you asked him, maybe a bit impatiently. You too maybe wanted to kiss him. Maybe just a bit. Or maybe even more.

“Unless,” he continued, plunging his beautiful crystal eyes into yours.

“Fuck it,” you said, as you took him by his waist to kiss him.

Your lips against his, alcohol scented, as much as yours. He ran his fingers through your hair, delicately biting your lip as you parted to catch your breaths. He smiled against your lips, satisfied that you didn't throw him out that window, but almost.

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