A week passed after my job with Dorian Waite. I kept thinking about the girl I found in the hotel room. I just hoped she was okay now. Even a week later I have not told anyone what exactly happened. All my father knew was that I killed the guy and a day later we got paid by the wife.

I felt absolutely no remorse for what I did to that man. He deserved way worse, worse than what I gave him. If only I had played around with him more, maybe I would feel better about it.

The entire week I kept a low profile. My father didn't have any jobs for me and for once I was glad. A few days off was a nice change and no way was I going to complain. I spent most of the time either training or staying home watching tv.

For some reason though all week I felt that something big was coming up. Things have been going too well for me right now, something bad had to be around the corner. So every time I went out to Patty's gym or even the store I was on guard; my hand always itching towards my gun.

One of the problems though was I had no friends. I had no one to take me out to drink and forget about things. So instead I was stuck at home with my own thoughts, which of course never lead to anything good. I really could use some time off.

It was a Friday night, I should be out doing something. Deciding that I needed some interaction with other people I got up off the couch and headed to get ready. I could use a night out. Maybe I would go to one of the 'famous' parties some of my fathers men threw or even Jeffery's. Couldn't hurt to go and maybe I could get my mind off of things.

Seeing as it was already 7 o'clock at night I knew I needed to hurry and get ready. As I headed to my bedroom I texted Tyler asking him if he was at any party. There really was no point in asking that because Tyler was always at some sort of party. The lady killer he was he couldn't pass up any tail...literally his words, not mine.

Surprisingly he replied quickly.

T: Yea, we all are at the house. I raised and eyebrow at that. Throwing a party at my fathers house while he was away, ballsy. I really shouldn't be surprised though.

T: Why? Are u coming? I could practically feel the shock through the phone with his reply. Rolling my eyes I sent a quick text back.

J: Maybe.

I placed the phone down as I started the shower. I was in the middle of stripping out of my pj's when he replied back.

T: You should. The party is just starting so you have time to get ready. Get here.

I didn't bother to reply as I hopped in the shower. Because I went to Patty's gym not too long ago I had to get the sweat off my skin. It didn't take me long to shower and get ready.

While I never have been to a party on my own I was slightly nervous. The only time I have ever gone to party or club was if my father wanted me to for a job. Because it was work I couldn't enjoy it or do anything else there. This time though I was going to enjoy it. Or at least try to.

I had no clue what to wear. I had a feeling showing up in jeans would be a bit out of place. Seeing a simple black dress hanging in my closet I instantly reached for it. Can't go wrong with a little black dress and heels. 

Not bothering to put in my contacts I let my blue eyes shine for once. I left my hair down in soft waves, not really wanting to do it. No one is going to care what I look like anyways.

Adding a bit of makeup and some light pink lipstick I headed back to my bedroom to put my shoes on. 

Seeing as it was nearing 8 o'clock I grabbed my phone and my purse which held everything else. Leaving my apartment I silently talked to myself. Just go and have fun Jessie. Let loose a bit.

* * * * * * * * 

The moment I pulled into a spot at my fathers house I knew I made a mistake in coming. The entire driveway was filled with cars and I could feel the music the second I stepped foot out of my car. I glanced around and noticed there were at least men stationed at the gate, although they looked like they would rather be at the party instead.

I had to force myself not to get back inside of my car and leave. I needed to get out, I needed to feel normal for once. I scoffed at myself. There is nothing normal about my life. I was going to a party with men in the mafia, men that worked for my father, and I was...well we all knew what I was here.

Opening the front door I was blasted by music and loud voices. Up ahead near where the living room was and kitchen I could see people standing around, drinks in their hands. I shut the door quietly and moved more into the house. They were all lucky my father wasn't home or else he would have kicked all of their asses out. Whoever threw it had a lot of cleaning up to do before he got back tomorrow.

As I passed by a group of guys, most of them looking familiar, their conversations stopped. They were all quiet as I walked by and they kept a leery eye on me. I ignored them as I tried to find Tyler.

The further I got into the living room the more people I saw. The place wasn't jammed pack but more than 30 people were here. I spotted a few girls around, dressed in little dresses that had me rolling my eyes.

Right as I walked into the kitchen I heard my name being called. Moving around the counter Tyler came towards me, a surprised look on his face.

"You actually came. Who knew I would be alive to see the one and only Jessie Wright at a party." He teased.

"So this is what a party looked like." I joked and flashed him a smile

"What made you come tonight? You never come when we have a party."

"I was bored, thought I'd come see what all the fuss was about." I glanced around the pretty full kitchen. All kinds of alcohol bottles were on the counter, a few bowls that looked like they had food in, empty red solo cups littering the counter and floor.

"Damn you guys have a lot of cleaning up to do tomorrow."

"Don't be such a buzz kill. Go grab a drink." He lightly shoved me towards the alcohol. I shook my head but still smiled as I moved around the counter to grab a cup. I tried not to notice some of the guys in here moving around me as I walked by.

"Lets go out to the living room. I'll introduce you to some of the newer guys your father got." Tyler said as soon as I made myself a rum and coke. I knew my father had gotten some new men but I have been busy lately to see them yet. I wasn't even sure how my father got men to blindly follow him like he does. Part of it is probably how scary he can be.

I followed behind Tyler as he weaved around people. I took a good mouthful of my drink to calm my slight nerves. For some reason being in here with all of these guys made me nervous. Not a I-am-scared-i'll-be-killed kind of nervous, no, more of I want to fit in kind.

The feeling was odd for me. I never really cared about fitting in or having people like me, not since I first started school and had no friends. Being friends with Sadie helped that because I knew I only needed her and I would be fine. After we stopped being friends and my new life started, I stopped trying to get people to like me. Instead I stuck to myself and made myself not care. Now for some reason the feeling was back.

"Hey guys." Tyler greeted over the group of four guys over the loud music. He did the man handshake before turning sideways to face me. I looked over the four guys and noticed in the dim lighting they weren't bad looking at all. I couldn't make out too much of them but I could see they were well built.

"Guys this is Jessie. Jessie this is Cody," He pointed to the first guy on my left and went down the line. "Sam, Keith, and Brendan."

"Hi, nice to meet you guys."

"Is she your girlfriend Tyler?" The one who i think was Sam asked. I could feel him looking me up and down.

"God no!" Tyler said shaking his head, looking absolutely disgusted. I looked away from his expression. Back in the day I use to want him to say 'yes' to the question but yet again things didn't work out for me. But that is a story for another day.

"That mean you are available?" Sam asked, taking a step closer to me. With him being closer I could make out he had light green eyes and brown hair. He definitely wasn't bad on the eyes.

"Maybe I am." I said suddenly. My eyes and even Tyler's widened at my words. I don't openly flirt with someone but for some reason it came out. 

"Then would you like to dance?" 

"I'd like that." My voice came out all low and a smirk was on my face. I had no clue what was going on with me but...I liked it. I felt suddenly free. These four, especially Sam, didn't look at me weird and I liked that. From the corner of my eyes I could see men looking at me cautiously.

Sam grabbed my hand and turned to lead me a bit away from everyone else. We barely made it a step before a voice stopped us. I looked over my shoulder and saw one of my fathers closest men come towards us. Joe was one of the oldest members here, having been around since I was little. He was one of my fathers most trusted men and he use to watch over me. I was surprised to actually see him here. Joe was in his early 30's and had a wife at home.

"I wouldn't do that young man if I were you." Joe said. I looked at him weirdly wondering what he was saying.

"Why not?" Sam asked, almost in a challenge.

"That is the bosses daughter. I don't think you want to get caught messing around with her." At the words 'bosses daughter' Sam dropped my hand like it burned him. He took a step back and looked down at me.

"You are Byron's daughter?" He choked out. The way he was looking at me I knew whatever chance I had at dancing with him was gone. The moment people knew I was Byron's daughter, especially his men, they would stay clear of me. I was pretty sure my father couldn't give a damn about me being with one of his men, but none of them were going to take that chance. Not wanting to face my fathers wrath.

"Yes." I nodded. I looked into his face not wanting to back down from the look he was giving me.


"I...I got to go." Was all he said before he turned and walked off through the crowd.

I stared at his back and let out a sigh. Of course Joe had to come and ruin the moment. I quickly tipped back my cup and emptied its contents, hoping for the alcohol to numb some of the hurt I was feeling.

Not bothering to glance back at Tyler or the other three guys, I pushed my way through the crowd to get another drink.

Pouring another rum and coke, heavier on the rum part, I went back out into the living room. I leaned against the wall a little bit away from everyone but close enough I could hear what some were saying.

I stayed in the shadows slowly sipping my drink and watching everyone. There were groups spread around of men talking and laughing with one another. Alcohol in their system making them slightly buzzed and making them tell each other stories. I also noticed a few more girls hanging on some guys arms, freely flirting.

From my spot on the wall I watched a few people making out and pressing their 'dates' against the wall, no around them seemed bothered by it. A few people were dancing...well more like grinding against one another to the music.

My eyes darted around the room and I caught many eyes glancing at me only to quickly look away once I noticed them. No doubt all of them knew me, or if they didn't they learned just a few minutes ago. I wasn't surprised at how leery and cautious they were of me. I was like a caged tiger, you didn't know when I would pounce.

The worst part is, it actually hurt. It hurt seeing everyone having a good time but me. I was leaning against the wall alone, everyone too afraid to come up and talk to me. It hurt knowing that all of them knew each other, they all had little secret stories that I knew nothing about.

Part of it was my fault I wasn't close with any of them. I learned from my father not to get close to anyone, so I kept my distance with the men in the house. I didn't come to their parties or little get togethers. I rarely talked to any of them. When I moved out of the house my interactions with them got even more minimal.

The other persons fault was my father. He made me into this cruel person that no one wanted to be around. All of these men knew I could hurt/kill them in a heart beat. Who wants to get close to someone like that? They kept their distance from me because they were afraid of me.

The realization that I didn't belong here hit me like a ton of bricks. It was stupid thinking I could come here and let go, be me for once. Me was someone no one wanted. They all put up with me because they had to. They wanted to be on my good side.

I could tell me being here put them on edge, not letting them enjoy the night. It was almost like they thought I would tell my father if they drank too much or did something. I really shouldn't have came here.

It was too late for me to come here and try to be friends with them all. I'm too much of a monster to have friends. If this was my fathers plan all along, well he succeeded.

Taking one last sip of my drink I threw it in the garbage can not to far away from me. I wasn't the one who was going to clean this mess up but this once was my home, I didn't want to trash it.

Not even bothering to say goodbye to Tyler I silently made my way towards the front door. The closer I got to it I could feel the air inside the house change. Me leaving everyone else's sight made them relax.


Clamping down on the pain flaring in my chest I left the house and got in my chair. It was only 9 o'clock as I headed home.

* * * * * * * * * * 

"You've been here two hours." A voice commented as I kicked the bag in front of me hard. I was once again at Patty's Gym letting out all my frustration. I didn't stop my punching and kicking as Martin made his way into my vision.

"You never tire do you?" He asked, leaning on another punching bag to my right.

"Nope."

"Did something happen?" I knew Martin was being nice but him asking just brought up what happened at the party last night. Just thinking about it again made me angry and hurt.

"I did what you said." I found myself saying. I brought my arm back and threw my fist hard into the bag, it swung back a few inches.

"Did what?"

"I went to a party on a Friday night."

"And how was it?" The way he asked and the way he was looking at me made me wish he was my father. He actually seemed concerned.

"Terrible." I brought my leg up and kicked the bag again.

"You didn't have fun?"

"No. Once I got there I realized I didn't fit in." What I said was true. I didn't fit in anywhere.

"Then next time go to a different party or talk to people." I scoffed at his words. How I wished it was that easy. I would never be able to feel like I belong somewhere. And I would never fit in with the party scene. I wasn't the type of girl to go straight up to a guy and flirt with him. Having only had one boyfriend, wouldn't even count that as a boyfriend, I had no clue how to interact with a guy that I wasn't going to kill.

"Don't worry Jessie things get easier." I looked over to see Martin sending me a smile.

"Thanks." I was about to swing again when the sound of my phone ringing stopped me. I closed my eyes and groaned inwardly. My father must be back from his business trip. Giving Martin a small smile I moved over to my bag that was sitting in the corner and grabbed my phone.

"Hello."

"Here in 30 minutes. I have another job for you." My father said through the phone and hung up. There went my day off.

I quickly packed my stuff up and shot Martin a goodbye as I left the gym. The sooner I got to my fathers house the sooner I could get the job over with.

The car ride to my fathers house didn't take long and sooner than I thought I was stepping out of my car and heading inside. I didn't even care that I was only dressed in a pair of tight yoga pants and a sports bra.

When I entered the house I was surprised to see it all cleaned up. The guy must have been up early to clean it all up, considering it was only 11 o'clock in the morning.

A few guys were up and laying around in the living room as I walked by. All of them silent and I could tell they were hung over. Served them right. Heading to my fathers office I knocked once and waited a few seconds before entering.

Upon entering my fathers office I noticed it was him and his second in command, Rick Turner, were seated talking quietly to one another. Neither of them broke conversation as my father waved me over.

I took a seat and stayed quiet as they finished talking. When they did my father turned his eyes onto me. Even after all these years those dark brown, almost black, eyes sent a shiver down my spine. I would never be able to forget those cold, heartless black eyes.

"I have another job for you." My father didn't beat around the bush. He grabbed a file from the table and handed it over to me. "This one is important and harder than the last one. That means scouting the target."

I hated these kind of assignments. Scouting out the 'target' it means knowing exactly when they get up, where they work, when they come home, etc. These usually take weeks to do so you can get their routine down, so you know exactly when you can get them alone to do the job. Getting the routine down is the worst part though. Being involved with that person for weeks, you start to learn things about them. Instead of them just being a random person they become familiar to you. It just makes killing them harder than it should be. A lot worse on your conscious.

"I want this done efficiently and with care. No one must know about this and the target should not be tipped off. Because I want this done correctly I will let you do this on your own but if you so much as falter there will be consequences." Inwardly I breathed out a sigh of relief. Working on my own is something I can definitely handle.

Opening the file I tensed at the picture I saw. It was of a woman. She had dirty blonde hair, pulled into a ponytail, a pair of bright blue eyes staring straight at the camera. She was smiling and looked to only be in her late 20's if that. She looked nothing like someone who pissed my father off enough to be killed. Maybe she is a prostitute who saw something she shouldn't? I thought. But looking at her I couldn't help but feel like she was just an innocent woman.

 I stared at her picture silently wondering what she has done to end up in this position. Definitely nothing worth killing over but that was not my call to make.

Tearing my eyes off of her picture, I looked at the little information that the file had. Her name was Leanna Thomas. She was a low paid waitress and she worked at a local strip club as well. Leanna didn't live too far from Patty's Gym in the bad part of town. It wasn't exactly the ghetto of New York but pretty close.

The file wasn't much. Just a few bits and pieces about her and her address. Nothing enough to explain why she needed to be taken out.

"You have one week to get this done."

"One week?"

"Yes and no later. I want this done now so get started as soon as possible." With a wave of his hand my father dismissed me.

I have him a nod before getting up and leaving his office. I stopped right outside the door and looked down at the file in my hand. How could I really kill another women, it just felt wrong somehow.

As I walked towards the living room I could feel something odd settle in my stomach. It almost felt like it someone shoved a block of lead down my throat. It wasn't a feeling I have had before which concerned me. I shook my head as I stared at Leanna Thomas's picture. Whatever she has done I hope it was worth what is about to happen to her.

With the file in hand I left my fathers house and got back in my car, placing the file in my passenger seat. The entire ride home I kept glancing at it in my seat. The painful feeling in my stomach wouldn't seem to go away. I promised myself I would make it quick and painless for her. It was the least I could do.