Who ever heard of waking up at four am to go to a meeting? What are we, night owls? Or is it early birds? "Cutter, why the hell do I have to go to this? It's too early for me. Just give me a damn gun and a head to shoot at and I'll do that. Don't make me go to some pointless meeting."

Cutter, my annoying best friend and Don, hands me a cup of coffee and a bottle of Advil. "Stop whining. You know that I need someone with me so I don't get bored out of my mind. The Advil is for the headache you'll get during this, and don't you dare say you don't need it. You won't be leaving that room, and I won't be giving you any while we're in there." He gives me a knowing look. "Yeah, I know your little trick for sneaking out." I pout, but take a sip of the coffee instead of arguing. "That's what I thought. Now come on. They aren't going to wait forever you know."

"Good, maybe they won't let us come in and I can go back to sleep. I'd rather stick with my gun than with you bickering ninnies." I say sticking my tongue out at him.

Cutter chuckles and shakes his head. "You really are something." His expression changes to his demanding Don persona. "Now, get inside. We have business to deal with and I'd prefer my enforcer to be in the room."

I sigh, knowing I've lost this fight. "Fine, but I get to sleep in tomorrow." I point my finger in his direction as I walk past him and towards the big, black double doors. They reach up to the ceiling, which is easily twenty feet up, maybe even higher. My hand firmly presses against the door and it swings open. The sound abruptly stopped as I sauntered in. Gradually, murmurs began to pick up as I sat right next to Cutter's seat.

"Is that his woman?" One man whispers.

"He wouldn't bring his woman. This is business." Another says in a hushed tone.

"We really do live in dark times if you cannot notice that she is in fact my enforcer." Cutter says, taking his seat beside me. "She could kill any of you in a snap." As proof of his statement, he snaps his fingers and a dagger hits the wall directly across from me. The men take a second to process the fact that I had thrown that dagger, and that none of them had even noticed that I had even pulled it out. I sit, bored, staring at my nails. "Please, take your seats. We have much to discuss." Cutter says, pulling everyone out of their shock.

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Mob politics bore me to death. I've sat here for the last hour listening to these men whine over territory boundaries, and certain gangs conveniently forgetting those boundaries. If it was up to me, I'd shoot the insurgents and just go on with my day. According to Cutter, that isn't the way we should treat other members of the family.

I stand up and walk over to the table with water. I pour both Cutter and I two glasses before trudging back to my seat beside him. "Thanks." He says after taking a glass.

"I say we send in a spy. Someone they don't know belongs to any of our gangs. That way we can find their weaknesses. Weed them out at the source." One of the mobsters says, actually using some of his brain.

Cutter nods and turns to me. "What do you think?" He knows I haven't been listening, except for a few rare moments, this being one of them.

"Depends. You can't just send in anyone. It has to be someone well trained, but they also have to be able to earn their trust without seeming suspicious." I take a long gulp of my water. "You said their leader is a guy, right?" I turn my head to the man currently propping his head on his arm rest.

"Yes. But he isn't one to give into sexual charm. He's the devious kind, incredibly smart, and a cold hearted killer." The man says.

"We don't need sexual charm then. Just innocence. Someone to make him feel like a protector. He may be cold hearted to you, but give him a girl to take care of, a damsel in distress of sorts, and he will spill his secrets." I say, leaning back in my chair.

Cutter smirks, knowing I just outsmarted every man in here, including him. "And this is the other reason why she's my right hand woman." His eyes scan the room. "Now to the hard part. Do any of you have a trained woman, capable of such things, in your ranks?" The men shake their heads and Cutter turns to me. "Well I do." The smirk he was wearing earlier grows, and I know what he has planned.

"Don't you dare, Jasper "Cutter" Wilkins. We both know I have no wish to pull this off. I merely came up with the plan. That doesn't mean I want to partake in it. I'm not an actress." Cutter's smirk only gets more devious (if that's even possible).

"Oh, you'll partake in it alright. And you'll do everything you can to bring every piece of information back to me." This is the side of Cutter that I hate. The side that doesn't give a shit if I don't want to do something or not, and since my rank is below his, I get to fucking do his dirty work.

"Fine. You want me to become the big bad guy's princess, I'll be the big bad guy's princess. But don't expect me to be happy about it." I say finishing my water. "And you're paying for the makeover. There's no way he'd buy me being an innocent girl while I look like this."

Cutter laughs and nods. "You don't need to look innocent. You look like a true mobster. I'll still need you to be able to kill a man if I say so. We'll trick him into thinking you're on his side. You'lldo as I say, and convince this man you're his personal killing machine, but you're mine."

"I'd shoot your brains out if you told me to boss." I smirk at him.

All of the guys in the room clearly tense up, but Cutter only laughs. "Good. Go get ready. I'll send a few girls to your room in an hour to take you shopping and to the mall. Buy anything you need to pull this off." He says this while handing me a debit card.

"I'll also be needing one of you to make me look like I've been raped." Some of the men's stares become lustful and I glare at them. "Without actually raping me." I spit the words out and the few that had the balls to think they had a chance begin to squirm uncomfortably in their chairs.

Cutter only waves his hand. "Of course. Anything you need." I nod and stand up from my chair.

"Men." I nod my head before heading to the door. "Never back down!" I yell as I stand in the doorway.

The familiar chant passes through my ears as they repeat it back to me. This is the life I live for. Despite the controlling boss, and the men giving me awkward stares, this is where I belong. In the midst of everything, and Cutter knows it. I walk up the flight of stairs and to my room. It is exactly two doors down from Cutter's. His sister sleeps in the room between us. Deciding that she should wake up, I knock on her door.

"Desire! The sun is up, and your brother and I have been awake since four. Get your lazy butt out of bed and come help me." I yell.

I hear shuffling from the other side of the door, and soon it swings open to reveal a sleepy Desire. "Jesus Christ, don't you know it's rude to wake people up? I was having the best dream about my brother dying in a vat of toxic waste."

I chuckle and she glares at me. "I'm going undercover for a while, thank your brother for that one, and I have to go to the mall. I'm thinking sweet, but killer." Desire's eyes light up and she slams her door shut, only to open it up seconds later fully dressed with her make up and hair done. "Damn woman, did you have that on underneath your clothes?"

She rolls her eyes. "They say perfection takes a lifetime, I say it takes only a few minutes. Let's go."

She yanks on my arm, but I don't budge. "Now you know your brother is sending me with more women. We have to wait for them."

Desire visibly deflates. "Damnit. And I got ready quickly for this? Screw that. Tell me when these women are here." Her expression is hilarious as she sulks back to her room.

I follow after her and watch as she plops down on her bed. "If I didn't know any better I would think you didn't want to go shopping."

Desire gasps and sits up. "Of course I want to go shopping! Shopping is my life!"

I snicker and pull out her tablet from her dresser. "Then shut up." I pull up Alchademy and begin combining random ingredients. "Hey, I got you Depression." I say holding up her screen to her.

Desire rolls her eyes. "Ha ha, very funny. I already get plenty of that from Cutter."

I groan. "He isn't depressed. He's just, a little sadistic."

Desire ignores my comment and turns to look at me. "So what are you going to do undercover?" She asks, curiosity glimmering in her eyes.

I sigh. "Some guy has been pushing borders and a lot of the surrounding gangs want to know what he's thinking. Me, being the incredibly brilliant woman I am, came up with a plan while the men sat around arguing about who knows what." I let out a bored groan. "Anyways, none of them have a girl that can pull it off, so your dear brother, and my best friend, decided I was the best person for the job."

Desire squirms. "Who is this supposed guy? Are you supposed to get him to like you? Are we turning you into some hot stripper?"

I laugh. "I wish, but no. We are turning me into something for him to pity. Something to make him feel like a hero. That way I can get close to him, as a victim. I'malso supposed to act as his way of getting information about Cutter, but in reality, I'llbefeeding Cutter every piece of information that I learn."

She pouts. "Dang it. I thought we were matching you up with someone. Well shit. I just have to make you look like some sad girl that used to be happy." She pauses. "That's doable. You already have the sad part down."

"Hey, that is uncalled for. I am not sad." I say with a sneer.

"Then what do you call that outfit?" She waits for a second then says, "Sad."

I leap up and run after her, but she already saw it coming and is out her bedroom door. "Get back here Desire or I'll string you up by your toes!" I say closing the gap between us.

A loud squeal leaves her as I grab a hold of her and take her down. "I'M SORRY!!" She says as I tickle the death out of her. "PLEASE, DON'T, STOP!!!"

"Oh, well, I was gonna stop, but you don't want me to so I guess I'll just have to keep tickling you." I say with a devious smirk.

"YOU'RE EVIL!! YOU HEAR THAT?! E-V-I-L!!!" She laughs uncontrollably and I can't help but laugh at the wrinkles around her eyes.

"What is going on here?" A woman says.

I let go of Desire and she immediately sits up. "Sorry, we were just having fun." Desire says.

"That's all fine and dandy, but causing a ruckus in this hall is just unheard of. You both should be ashamed." Desire bows her head, but I just stand up.

"Yeeeaaah, that sounds like a load of bullshit." Desire gasps and the woman looks momentarily taken aback.

"Well, I do say. Cutter will hear about this." Obviously this woman has no idea who I am.

I scoff in her face. "Sounds like a great idea. I'll tell him myself, seeing as I have a meeting with him when I get back from the mall." I raise an eyebrow at the woman as she just stands there confused. "I'm your enforcer." Her jaws slightly drops, not dramatically, but enough for me to notice. "Enjoying the view?" I say with a smirk.

Desire stands, still ashamed by the woman's scolding. "We should-uh-get going. Don't you think?"

The woman fixes herself and looks right at me. "You'll never succeed at this mission. You're too volatile." I roll my eyes, but in the back of my head I completely agree with her. He never should have chosen me for this.

We head outside and to a car. "Sorry I got you in trouble Desire." I say to her as we walk.

She shrugs. "Eh, it's fine. Can't help it when the woman is practically shoved up my brother's ass." She's right. I had noticed this woman's reocurring presence around him, which may also explain her lack of interest in the fact that her enforcer is a woman like her. She was too busy swooning over Cutter.

"He won't deal with her up his ass for long. He isn't the type." I say, reassuring Desire.

"Stop talking about me, and stop referring to me as "the woman." I am in fact Cutter's girlfriend." She says smugly.

I snicker behind her. "Oh you are huh?" She nods. "Well then maybe you would like to explain why he never has you in his bed, yet he sleeps with dozens of other women, on a nightly basis. I should know. I have to drive them home when he's done. Brat can't even take his own whores home."

She turns to me ready to smack me, but I already have her wrist. "I am his girlfriend. That's why he chose me to come with you. As for his affairs, I know nothing of them, but something tells me that he wouldn't just sleep around like that. You're lying."

I look at her, I pity her but only a little. "I'm actually not lying. Cutter isn't the type to have one girlfriend. You probably aren't the only one forced to succumb to this form of torture. And yes, I call it torture because no one wants to watch someone that is meant to be solely theirs sleep around with other people."

Her eyes water up a bit, and I can tell the water works are about to come. "B-but he's so sweet and compassionate." She lets a few tears slide down her cheeks, and I only raise an eyebrow. "To you, he's just a mob boss, but to me, he is the soft guy that let's me take naps on his chest. He's never even asked me for sex."

I mentally scold myself for putting myself in this situation, but since I'm here I might as well fix this. "Alright, relax. Why don't we just call Cutter really quickly, and I will talk to him." She nods slowly, heading to Desire for comfort.

I walk away from them and dial his number. It rings a total of five times before he picks up. "Hey, I sent her to go get you. She should already be there."

"Yeah, she came and got me. And now she's crying."

"What? Why?" He asks.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you don't have the audacity to tell your best friend that you are sending your girlfriend, and your best friend starts to discuss you and your polygamist ways." I say, whisper yelling into the phone.

He sighs, obviously tired. "Alright. Send her up to see me. You and Desire just go by yourselves. I know Desire will make sure you don't look stupid."

"Alright. Hey, don't worry about it. You probably have her around your finger." I hear him grunt over the phone. "Alright. I'm gonna go. Tell me how things go later."

"Alright, oh, and be good. I really don't feel like sending the clean up crew to the mall."

I give an exasperated growl. "It was one time! I swear it'll never happen again!" He chuckles over the line and hangs up.

Sulking, I trudge over to Desire and, since I still don't know her name, the woman. "Hey." I place a comforting hand on her back. "Cutter told me to send you up to his office and that he will straighten this entire thing out. Don't worry about Desire and I. We'll be fine on our own."

She nods and walks away, slightly shaking with her sobs. "Poor girl." Desire states with a sad look. "Alright. So we going?" She turns to me with a big smile. Talk about bipolar.

"Yup. I'm driving." I say before she can force me to get in the passenger seat. She drives like a maniac, I swear.

"Fine, but I choose the music." I shrug, honestly not caring either way.

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