Seven Years Ago

It was a seemingly quiet night when a ball was taking place. The stars were glittering softly against the dark night sky as the crickets sang along to the classical music playing in the ballroom. The slim figures of people were in the Cuban's line of vision. But his eyes were fixed on a few specific people. One was a man, about 30 years of age and a women next to him, obviously his wife. The next one was a Hispanic teenager with a flowy red dress that hugged her body and showed off her smooth, long leg. Her dark hair framed her face in a messy, but regal looking bun. Her grassy green eyes met his as she gave him a cheeky smirk. He grinned at her before turning back his gaze to a young adult, his facial features similar to the teenager before, but he was taller. His golden blonde hair was smartly slicked back and his eyes were a piercing blue, sharper than the Cuban's own. The blonde adult gave him a reassuring nod.

"Lance, what's your status?" A voice was made heard through Lance's ear set, concern laced through the words.

Lance let out a soft grunt as someone bumped into him. He pushed back the urge to growl and instead replied with, "I'm good." He gritted his teeth.

"I've got eyes on the target." Lance could hear his teammate's whisper floating in his ear through the headset.

The first voice let out a scoff. "Alright Izzy, so do I. You're not allowed to engage. You're an Omega... Who's in heat. No."

Izzy let out a groan. "Why did I even come then if I'm not allowed to fight? Huh, Dominic?" She snapped back the question, her voice was taunting at her brother's name.

Lance decided to reply to their young teammate. "Because we need you for moral support." He said teasingly.

"What Lance said." Dom snickered. "Now enough. Mr. Jackson is going to be heading up into a hotel room with Mrs. Jackson. At that time, Izzy you will distract them with the helpless Omega charade-"

"Which we all know I'm not." Izzy interrupted, with a smug grin. Dom and Lance just grunted in agreement.

"Anyways, then I'll approach, saying I want to buy one of his cars while Lance sneaks into the room and just waits until Mr. Jackson arrives. You shoot as soon as you see him and then get out of there! Is that plan clear?" He continued, ending it with a questioning tone.

"Yes, Dominic." The two Omegas replied to the Alpha, mock clear in their voices.

"Okay... Then let's just walk around. Keep an eye on the Jacksons, but don't make it too obvious... And Isabelle... Be careful." Dom ordered worriedly.

Isabelle let out a sigh. "I always do, Dom. I'll be safe. Promise." She said softly.

Lance was immediately startled by the softness of her voice. There was no sass or sarcasm in her voice. It was completely genuine.

"You too, Lance," Dom added, after letting out a thankful hum.

Lance deadpanned. "I've been dealing with horny Alphas for longer than dear Isabelle. I know how to handle this myself." He replied with a huff of annoyance.

"I know... It's just that I love you guys so mu-" Dom started, but was cut off by Izzy, who said, "Okay, enough with the sappiness. Time to get on the move."

Lance snapped into action, pushing through the crowd, smoothing out his suit. He saw, Izzy, stumbling towards Mrs. Jackson, false tears in her eyes as she pushed her chest into the Alpha Female's face, asking for some help.

Lance would have not let Isabelle go out in that dress that showed way too much skin and was way too tight on her body. But he supposed it was a good thing as the Female Alpha immediately agreed, her face red with arousal and her eyes clouded with lust.

The Cuban Assassin would have thought that Mr. Jackson would want to join in until Dom came with a greedy smile, trying to catch his attention with pieces of dialog that would make any rich man immediately jump at the offer. Mr. Jackson did jump and started to conversate with Dom.

Izzy was leading Mrs. Jackson to her room, claiming that the female Alpha should help her change, for she was wet with slick. She wailed softly as she shifted her legs in discomfort. Izzy's heat did help the situation as she lured the Female Alpha away.

Lance sighed as Isabelle walked closer to her, her chest pressed against her arms. He decided to ditch the scene and run quickly and quietly, unlocking the room, without any struggle.

The room was messy with papers and stray clothing that was obviously taken off for sexual activities. Lance scrunched up his nose in disgust. The air was pretty smelly in his opinion. He pushed away his thoughts and started to prepare for the kill.

He sat down on the chair and cocked the gun, running a finger against the cool metal. He hummed softly when Dom's voice was whispered in his ears.

"He's on his way. Izzy is still with Mrs. Jackson. I'm going to go save her."

Lance hummed in confirmation. He slipped behind the furniture, just in between the mirror and TV. He heard the door rattle, hinting that someone was about the enter the room.

Lance held his breath as a strong Alpha scent hit him. He resisted the urge to let out a needy whine and waited until Mr. Jackson neared his hiding spot, the alpha's back facing the assassin omega.

Mr. Jackson grunted slightly as he slowly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. The slim omega didn't really want to see more than that, so he aimed and fired.

The death was quick and hardly painful. Lance felt a smirk lift his lips. Another mission a success. At the time he felt happy, but Lance knew that later he'd be feeling guilty. Killing hadn't become easier, it's just become more frequent and he's become better. Nobody expects a sweet omega to kill them. No never. To the very least a beta.

"The job is done," Lance reported in his comms as he slipped out of the room and skipped down the stairs as if nothing happened. He felt confident he wouldn't get caught. The government would keep him safe and one of their smartest hackers would erase the footage as soon as they could.

Dom's voice came first, almost immediately followed by Izzy. "Good." "That's great!"

Dom's voice was exhausted and irritated, while Izzy's was full of tension and false enthusiasm.

Lance had no doubt about it, that the siblings had gotten into another argument once more. But it happened a lot, so it didn't really surprise him as much as it should. He let out an bothered sigh as he slowly nodded. wanted

"Let's just leave," Lance demanded a huff leaving his lips. "I have the SAT tomorrow and I'd like to cramp in some studying and sleep so I can pass."

It wasn't a complete lie, Lance did have the SAT t but he didn't really want to study. He just wanted a shower and to go to sleep. The mission was shorter than usual and Lance wanted to take full advantage and have some normal hours of sleep.

Dom and Izzy let out a sympathetic grumble.

"Meet us up front. We'll drive you home." Dom ordered, not giving Izzy or Lance a chance to protest or reply before cutting off communications.

Lance let out a sigh before pacing towards the familiar white car, where a familiar Hispanic teenager and blonde young adult leaned against the shiny door. Their eyes tired and warry as they stared at the ground as if trying to find the right thing to say to the other.

Isabelle opened her mouth, but angerly clammed in shut, bitting down on her tongue. Her eyes brightened in relief as she spotted her Cuban teammate, practically shouting as she raced over to him.

Isabelle never failed to make Lance's heart swell with joy. She wrapped her long arms around him, warmth radiating off of her. The moonlight cased a shadow over her face, bringing out her delicate features.

Lance quickly brought his arms around her as well, his cool, damp skin making Isabelle shiver. Soon enough more define and muscular arms joined the tangle of limbs. Lance immediately recognized the Alpha scent of Dominic.

"I'm sorry for worrying so much." He started, looking down at the two Omegas. "But your my team and family and I have to care. I love you guys." His voice was slightly hoarse but strong and clear.

Isabelle nuzzled Dom's arm, breathing in his familiar scent. "I know... And I'm sorry too... I'll be more careful." She reassured genuinely, looking up to meet the eyes of her brother.

There was a slight silence before the hug slowly desisted, the pack pulling away as they slipped into the white car with Dominic at the wheel and the two Omegas in the backseat, eyes heavy with exhaustion.

Isabelle snuggled into Lance, the remaining of her suppressants wearing off.

See the suppressants she took were mildly special. All it did was sidetrack her instincts, yet kept her scent and heat naturally flowing. So instead of begging for an Alpha to take care of her, she continued her day as normal. It did not harm her system and she was careful when on them, only using them for the sake of missions.

Lance would occasionally use them too, but he went on a lot less missions than Izzy and Dominic, due to Lance having a lot of family needs.

The Cuban Assassin curled into Izzy, breathing in her minty scent. It was fresh and reminded Lance of his mamá's garden where she grew mint and flowers.

Lance ran his hand through Isabelle's locks of dark hair that was earlier release from being tied up. Her chest rose up ever so slightly with every breath she took. Her lashes rested on her high cheekbones. She was asleep.

Lance would have joined her in her deep slumber if it weren't for Dom muttering the quick affirmative hum, that they did in fact arrive at Lance's house.

He grunted as slowly untangled his limbs from Izzy's, kissing her forehead. He slammed the car door closed and blew Dom a goodbye kiss.

He unlocked the door to meet his mother on the couch, watching her Tele Novella.

"Hola, mamí." Lance greeted her, cooing ever so slightly at Marco's daughter, Sofia, as she was cradled in his mother's arms. He leaned down to kiss his mother's cheek as she did the same.

"Hola, mijo. ¿Como te fue?" She asked softly, caressing his cheek and ruffling his hair, before she turned her attention back to Sofia, who was giggling in delight at the sight of her favorite uncle.

"Muy bien, gracias mamí." He replied, smiling gently as he made his way towards the staircase, racing up the stairs into the bathroom next to his room.

He stripped clean of sweaty clothes and ran a bath, stepping in, despite the icy cold water that hit his skin. He let a groan and washed himself clean of dirt and sweat until he smelt like himself; an ocean breeze and tropical fruits and flowers.

He grabbed his fluffy robe and wrapped it around himself, picking up the dirty clothes and dropping it in the hamper. He raced to his room and locked the door, slipping on a pair of boxers, before dropping himself in his nest. Full of clothes and soft blankets and pillows.

And just like that, he passed out in the comfort of his home and nest.

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Soft knocks against the door was what woke up the tough Omega.

Lance let out a huff and a yawn before slipping out of his nest and letting out a annoyed moan.

He shook his sleepiness away and slipped into a pair of black jeggings and a white loose shirt with the number 44 in the front breast pocket and the name Hamilton and the same number on the back, but bigger.

If you couldn't tell, he's a fan of Lewis Hamilton. And a big one that is. He slipped on a black sweater and made his way down stairs.

He greeted his father and kissed his forehead as well as his mother's and reluctantly hugged his sister Veronica.

Mamá put down a bowl of menudo on the table. "Eat up. You have a long day today." She said softly with a hum.

Lance let out a sigh. It WAS going to be a long day. A day Lance would not be prepared for.

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High school is meant to be a place where you run away from your parents and have friends. It's meant to be a time for fun and high hopes.

But it's not. Not for Lance, at least. He dreads going. Sometimes the teasing goes too far and sometimes Lance snaps, weather it would be with anger or depression.

People bumped into his slim figure muttering hurtful things as Lance ignored them, feeling his heart drop ever so slightly at the comments.

His only friend in this nightmare was a talented teen named Hunk. And he seemed to not be here in the early hour of the morning.

It was lonely times like this where Lance wanted to feel safe. Just normal.

It was times like these Lance want to be a bottle blonde.

//Welcome to a new fanfic. Have fun reading and stay tuned to see what comes next!

I noticed that there aren't many Omega Lance fics or Assassin Lance AUs, so I decided to write one!

Write what you want to read~

Byye~ <33