I reach the club I was assigned to and sneak through the back door. If people see me, all they will think I'm a regular costumer in the club ready for a goodtime. When really under my expensive jacket are different guns and knives for my next prey. 

Father told me it was someone who didn't finish the job, so I guess whatever job it was, it was important enough for me to slaughter him. 

Remembering his description, light brown hair, black eyes, and a tendency to talk to almost all the women in the club. 

Walking to the bar, I order some regular shots just to make it appear as normal behavior. 

Glancing at the booths, I spot my target lounging back with a girl sitting on his lap. I bet that she thinks she's getting special attention from him, but in reality she's just the appetizer for tonight. 

Oh so sad that he won't be able to bring some other chick to the table for a feast, because right now I'm taking out my bestfriend. My silencer. 

God, this gun is my baby. No one can hear it and it has the perfect size to sneak it in the coat. 

Picking my corner by the back door, I seek all the security cameras and finding the blind spot. Taking the gun out, I secretly aim and fire. 

I slip out the door and leave the club heading back home without a word. 

I can start to hear commotion behind me and notice multiple black SUV's parking in front of the entrance.  

Like that's going to do anything, bringing help. The guys dead. I always kill my targets in straight in the heart. Instant kill. 

Leaving the area, I swiftly hop in my car. This is my go to car for these type of circumstances, it"s older so it doesn't stand out, yet it still has great speed just in case.  

Heading back to the office to inform my father I finished the job. 

Entering his office, my father is staring straight at his laptop. Paying no attention to me, not because of my skills to be nimble. He just ignores me on purpose. 

"Did you finish your duty?" His stern voice asks. 

"Yes father. Like you taught me." I had multiple trainers throughout the years but my fathers ego is all he has. So I feed it to him. 

"Of course son. I don't need anything from you till tomorrow." "Yes sir." 

Getting in the elevator, I receive a call from my best friend, Blaze. Knowing him since I was born, we were kind of forced to be friends, but we actually got along. He mother was bestfriends with my mother. We actually both lost them on the same day. Stupid men took them and used them in ways I don't even want to think about. They were used for revenge. I blame myself. I killed the leader of the groups brother. They still live a free life without facing punishments for their actions. 

I have reasons to kill, people who don't listen or lie. 

Our mothers didn't do those things. 

"Hey man. Wanna hit the club?" I swear this guy lives and breathes in the club. 

"Sure just not the one I just committed murder in."  

"Oh Orion always killing. Just tell the old man to give you a break." If only it was that easy. 

"You know that's impossible. I'll meet you at The Wave Club." One of the only clubs that I haven't killed in. Hopefully it's stays that way. It's my favorite spot. 

"See you there. Might meet some pretty ladies tonight." Blaze can never not have sex with someone at the club. Fucking man whore. 

I end the call and head to the club. 

~

"Dude I think I'm going to get some of that tonight." Blaze points to a short blonde on the dance floor. 

I was never really into blondes. Reminds me to much of Momma. 

When I do attend clubs, I just smoke and drink. I'm not a sex addict like Blaze, but I will have some fun times here and there. 

I light up my cigar in the V.I.P. section. I few girls and guys try to dance with me or offer a drink, but I turn it down. 

I Just want some time to think. 

An hour passes and all of the sudden I hear yelling and gunshots. 

Great. Why can't I just have one club without any Mafia business. 

Blaze runs up to me and takes out his gun. Pointing it the the doorway he just came out of. 

Sighing, I take out my gun just incase and rush out. 

"Where is he! To scared to show your face Silent Killer!"

Shit. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

How did they find me?

I peek out and my heart drops. 

I see Ajax Michaels searching the club. AKA the man I was supposed to kill. 

I never miss a shot. Never. God father is going to kill me if these guys don't kill me first. 

I look over at Blaze who is in a crouch position. I grab his arm and run to the exit back door. 

I can't let them see my identity. I still hear gunshots until one grazes my bicep. Crap. Another scar to add to my body. 

My car is a couple of feet away from us. Blaze takes the lead and opens the door for me. I enter the passenger seat and Blaze takes the wheel. 

Speeding off to my penthouse. Blaze takes the back roads just in case we have some followers.  I tend my wound rather quickly since it wasn't too bad. 

My penthouse is pretty modern and expensive. I enjoy the space, it's not to big since I live on my own, unless Blaze wants to stay over to get drunk. 

Finally we arrive to my home. I grab some wine for myself. Even though he's a alcoholic, Blaze hates any type of wine.  It's my personal favorite. 

Sitting in my living room, I turn on the news. 

"The famous playboy Mr. Michaels was shot in a near by club in NYC. Suspiciously, Michaels was wearing a bulletproof vest under his suit. Following by the incident, men raid another club searching for the penetrator. Once again the mysterious "Silent Killer" lives in the shadows undiscovered."

Well this is definitely not what was supposed to be the outcome of the mission tonight. 

Looking back at the TV, I notice they are done talking about me and my identity. Sometimes I wish they did know me. Just not the assassin me. 

"Ms. Natasha Viotto tells news reporters that her company have big plans-"

Turning off the TV is question why would anyone care about things other than actual breaking news. Probably gets her money all from her daddy.  

Finishing up my wine, I see Blaze knocked out on my kitchen floor. Idiot. 

I swear besides what happened in the club, my days are the same. I need something to spice it up. Or maybe someone....