Chapter two

From a distance, I could see the words “Sexy casino” blinking on a signboard with a picture of a half-naked woman, and I felt the adrenaline of excitement flowing through me.

Smirking, I stepped on the accelerator, and within a matter of seconds, I was parked in front of the casino.

For a moment, I sat in my car, studying the surroundings, then I grabbed my bag, got out, and walked into the dark, smelly alley near the building.

I finally arrived at the back entrance of the casino, and a huge guy, dressed in dark clothes with dark hair stood at the door.

“This is not a place for you to wander around, little girl.” He said, giving me an icy stare.

“Who says I am wandering around?” I replied, making sure my voice was childish yet reassuring.

“So you know why you are here?” 

“To meet X.” 

Nothing was said for a moment as his black pupil focused on me, staring at me from my head down to toe before returning his focus on my eyes.

“So why are you here if you are not wandering?” He said, and I could tell that he was skeptical of me, but it didn't bother me.

I narrowed my eyes, let out a sigh, and said, “I heard X likes to shoot videos of high school girls in their uniform in exchange for money, and I need cash, so I came to see him.” 

“Do you know the kind of video?” 

“Yep.”

“And you still want to do it?”

“Was the part where I said ‘I'm in need of cash’ not clear?”

A look of disbelief crossed his face as he continued to stare at me in silence. Then he deeply inhaled and said, “Give me your bag.”

I took my bag off my shoulder and handed it to him.

After he had unzipped it and looked inside for a minute, he dropped it on the ground, grabbed my hand, pulled me towards him and locked both of my wrists in his grip while pressing a knife against my neck.

“Who sent you!” He screamed in my ear, and I could feel the blade tightening on my skin.

“No one! I swear! Those are my boyfriend’s weapons! He's an underground dealer!” I shouted, trembling and sobbing.

“What does your stupid boyfriend have to do with you possessing such powerful arms?”

“When I told him that I was coming to see X, he asked me to bring those with me and ask X if he needed some weapons! I swear it was my boyfriend's idea!”

His grip on my wrists got tighter and I could feel the blade slightly cutting into my flesh, yet I maintained my act even though I already knew his weakness and could have him bleeding from his throat within a matter of seconds.

After a few seconds had passed, he let go of my hands and removed the knife from my neck. 

“You can explain that to X yourself, and see if he's going to believe you!” He said, picking my bag from the ground.

My hand was shaking as I wiped the blood off my skin before drying my eyes with the back of my hand while sniffing excessively.

“Follow me.” He said, unlocking the door.

I did as he told me to and walked closely behind him while he headed inside, and as we walked down the hall, I noticed that the were no security cameras which was to my advantage.

When we arrived at a door at the end of the hallway, he knocked three times, and it suddenly opened. Then a tall, built fellow walked out.

“What is it, Z?” He asked, gazing directly at me.

“She came to meet X with a bag filled with weapons,” Z replied, pulling me by my hand and pushing me towards the guy.

When his eyes met mine, I bowed my head, locked my fingers together, and softly sniffed.

“Let her in.” I heard a deep voice echo from the room, and I smiled, knowing that the first step to my plan had worked.

Both guys stepped aside and allowed me to enter the room before walking inside.

X was as creepy as he looked in the picture with his bald head and tattoo body, and when he looked up at me he smirked.

“What is a fine flower doing in such a place?” X said, continuing to coldly stare at me.

I allowed fear to settle on my face and my head to hang low.

“I need cash,” I mumbled.

“The bag of weapons?” X said with a calmness in his tone that made me feel goosebumps on my arms.

“My boyfriend needs a powerful business partner.”

“I am fascinated. Every girl that walks into this place is either under the influence of drugs or tricked into coming, but you choose to walk into a wolf den on your own. Do you expect me to believe that?”

I didn't reply, knowing that those words were a test to see if I was who I said I was, or there was more to me.

“Z, bring the bag to me, and K, set up the Cameras,” X said.

I could feel his eyes on me as I stood there patiently waiting for his next command.

“You two can leave,” X said.

Finally, the last piece of my plan was in motion, and the moment I heard the door shut, I raised my head and stared at X.

He smirked at me, then dumped my weapons on the table and calmly studied them.

“Come closer,” X commanded, taking his sight of the weapons and placing it on me.

As I walked towards him, his lips pulled upward in a creepy smile. 

“Sit down,” X said, pointing his hand to the chair opposite him.

Once I sat down, he got up and approached me. Then he squatted beside the chair, ran his fingers through my hair, and sniffed it.

“Uncle X is going to need you to get rid of the uniform.” He whispered into my ear.

“Get your filthy hand away from me,” I said, feeling a rise of anger inside of me.

Speechless for a moment, he did nothing but stare at me, then I felt his fingers tangled in my hair.

“What did you say to me, girl!” X shouted, pulling me by the hair.

I felt a burn in my scale as he pulled hard, and when he yanked me out of the chair, I reached for my knife and grabbed onto it.

The moment I dropped to the floor, his hand reached for my blouse, but I grabbed his wrist, forcefully flattened his hand on the tile, and hit my knife into skin, stabbing the knife deeper into his bone.

 “You bitch!” X shouted, letting go of my hair.

I yanked the knife out of his hand, lifted upper body and struck for his throat, but he slapped me so hard that I dropped back to the floor, tasting blood on my tongue.

The anger I felt had my heart pounding rapidly as I tightened my grip on the blade. Then I felt his weight above me and his hand around my neck, squeezing it while his bloody hand locked my wrist to the floor.

“You are not a high school student! Who sent you to kill me?” X screamed in my face, staring into my eyes.

It was only a matter of seconds before I lose consciousness and I knew it. 

With the last strength I had, I forced my knee between his legs, hitting my heel cap against his balls.

X grips on my throat and wrist slightly loosened and I forced my hand out of his fingers, then stabbed the blade into the side of his neck.

Blood spilled out of his mouth, onto my blouse as I pulled my knife out of his skin. Then I pushed him off me and got off the floor.

“Another mess clean,” I mumbled, rubbing the blade on his shirt while watching the light fade from his eyes.

After checking his pulse to make sure he was dead, I walked up to the table, set two guns aside, and packed the rest into my bag.

Then I smashed the Cameras and cleaned up every evidence that could lead back to me.

“Sir, is everything okay?” I heard K called out, so I picked up my guns, aimed one directly at the door, and fired.

It was a clean shot, and I knew it because when I walked out of the room, his body was lying in a pool of blood. 

I stepped over him and headed for the exit. Then I banged on the door three times.

 Finally, Z opened it, and I fired a bullet in his stomach before walking past him as he dropped to the floor.

Tonight was way easier than I anticipated. But a guy like X didn't expect a high school girl to attempt killing him, so he let his guard down, and my organization and I knew that because of the information our spy sent us, and we used it to our advantage.

Once I was safely in my car and a mile away from the casino, I made a call to the headquarters.

“Xin is dead, and so are two of his right-hand men, Kan and Zen,” I said, pressing the button and watching the windshield pull down.

“The cleaning crew are already at the casino. I just signal them to go in. Also, you have another mission.” Linda's voice echoed into my ears.

“Who does it involve?”

“Altas Sharpe.”