"You need to breathe, Yenny."

I am breathing, you carcass twit.

I admit, it's a poor excuse for a comeback, but it's all I've got at this moment in time when a .40 S&W is resting between my two sweaty palms as my eyes are stuck on the moving target below. Swallowing thickly, I push a breath of air through my nose anyway and poorly attempt to calm myself.

I'm almost eighteen now and I should be able to handle this assignment, no problem. It's the easiest assignment anyone can get in my quadrant!

My first assignment's the son of a notorious mafia leader that the K.L A.R.K. Organization wants to take out as soon as possible. Sure, we sound like a group of killer assassins. Hell, killer assassin might be in the acronym for all I know, but the mafia's much worse. And I'm going to be the one to stop them.

What better way to spend my damn Sunday?

"Yenny, I think you have to get closer," Melena, my annoying partner for this assignment, complains, peering over my shoulder. It takes everything in me not to shove my shoulder back and break her nose.

"I'm on the roof, Mel. How much closer do you want me to get?" I scoff, keeping my gaze steady. The mafia guy's son laughs, his face still hidden by the mask preventing me from properly seeing who I'm killing tonight. Good.

"I don't know. I just don't think you'll get a good shot at him lined up like that. You have a handgun for fuck's sake!"

"A handgun that can shoot up to fifty meters," I point out. "I only need forty-five."

"Whatever. Just fucking get it done so we can go home."

"Sure thing, princess," I snort, shoving my curls over my shoulder to refocus on my target.

But he doesn't look like my target. Not anymore.

Not with his mask off.

I struggle with re-gripping my gun as I gaze down at the beautiful boy with chestnut curls and a charming grin stretching lazily across his bronze cheeks. He's currently talking to a lengthy blonde- who looks like everything I'll never be, and coaxes her into a sugary laugh. I hate that I notice how tall he is compared to the others in the room for being a seventeen year old.

What the fuck were they feeding this kid to be so tall?

Handsome boy looks up just when my heart figures out how to beat again.

"Shit," I curse, though I'm too frozen in place by the eye contact to move.

The swirl of hazel in his eyes seeks every intimate detail about me just by marveling over my gaping features. I watch, almost mesmerized, as he runs his tongue over his lips, further distracting me from completing my assignment and killing the bastard.

Then, I hear a gunshot, followed by Melena's fierce shout.

And that's how it all started. On a fricking Sunday.