This Sang will be VERY different than canon Sang. They will have their moments of similarity, but each of their stories took different paths. PLEASE do not get mad at me when you think that Sang should be more shy and delicate. I have issues writing characters like that and prefer strong woman in my books.

Also, she curses!

A lot!

Like a fucking ton!

POTENTIAL TRIGGERING CONTENT: MENTION OF RAPE AND TORTURE

Sang's POV starts before her conversation with Owen.

Fun fact: Did you know sang actually means blood in french?

Quote I thought applies for this chapter: "It's only murder if they find the body otherwise it's just a missing person."

Sang

What a fan-fucking-tastic day!

I am currently working in my work-out room to work off my frustration. Boss had a trip planned which would leave me at the mercy of his cousin, my Step-Bitch. I couldn't wait to see what she cooks up for me. I could only hope that Boss gives me an assignement.

I chose to pratice my knife throwing, it would be helpful. It's my weakest point actually. I started to agressively throw the ninja stars at the target. Maybe, I have slight anger management issues, but with my past, who wouldn't? That's why Owen is so great, he doesn't want me to change for him like so many others.

Suddenly, I feel the air shift behind me and spin on my heels. I position my knife and throw it at the intruder. The lucky man dodges it and I ready my second knife. But before I throw it, I recongize the intruder as one of Boss' henchman. At least I didn't kill him. People should know better than to sneak up on me.

He looks at me startled before saying in Albanian, "Vrasësi, shefi duhet të të shohë në zyrën e tij." (Assassin, Boss needs to see you in his office.)

The man leaves jsut as quickly as he came. He will probably spread rumours about me. I don't mind, if anything they help me. Those terrifying rumours about me kept most people wary about me, but Step-Bitch and Boss. I hated those two so much.

I pack up my belongings and head to his office as summoned. I hate being controled like this, sometimes i want to apply my skill-set and kill them all. But I can't, not unless I feel like taking on most of the Albanian Mobs in the country. They are all interconnected and Boss is the youngest son of the Big Boss. Big Boss, or most commonly referred to as Don, was scary as fuck.

There was only one way out. Owen was the one who pointed it out to me when I told him about my situation. I needed to make it seem like Boss was trying to kill his father before reporting him. Then, Don would send men to kill off this branch and anyone loyal to Boss. It was common knowledge that my only loyalty belonged to myself and I was simply controlled by Don who lent me to Boss.

I stop in front of Boss' office door and knock before calling out, "Ke thirrur, Bosi?" (You called, Boss?)

A voice rings out, "Shkruani!" (Enter!)

I do as I am told. Boss was big on being respected because it made him feel important. He hated me a lot, but he couldn't kill me. I was a gift from his father after all, that would be rude. I swear some people are really stupid. He and Step-Bitch made my life hell though. How did I even end up here?

Well, I can blame it all on dad dearest.

He left a note and left our family. Marie ditched us the moment dad did and ran off with her best friend, Danielle and her boyfriend, Rocky. At the time, I was being abused. I was a timid, innocent little thing. I stayed by Step-Bitch who contacted some of her family. The only way in for her was to sell me. You see, the Albanian mob was very much into auctions for sex slaves. Step-Bitch did it without hesitating. I was a terrified sixteen year old who had just wanted to go to high school, something I never got the chance to do.

When I was brought up to the stage, one of the other kidnapping victimes was acting rowdy. It was my soon-to-be best friend. They were going to gang bang her in front of everyone to show resistance would not be tolerated. I panicked and ended up joining Karen on stage. When one of the men approached, I stole his gun and shot people. In the head, execution style. I had never touched a gun before, so everyone was shocked that I managed to kill them all. One man was even on the other side of the room.

Don came in with a lot of men and took me out of there with Karen. He saw potential for a great weapon in the making. The deal was simple I became his assassin and I would not be sold. Karen would be his insurance. A year later, I perfected the art of killing. It was necessary. When I failed, the punishements they put me through were worse than Step-Bitch's.

I spent the next two years and a half in his service. During that time, I met Owen. . .

Just six months ago however, he gave me to his youngest son and Step-Bitch who was with him. It was a flashback to my childhood with two tormentors. I had no choice but to take it. I drew the line at rape. I killed anyone who tried that and Don accepted that. After the first kill, people backed off. Boss and his second-in-command, Greg, didn't like that fact at all. Step-Bitch blamed Marie and dad leaving on me. So yeah, just your average day in Hell.

I entered his office succintly and asked, "Çfarë është ajo që ju nevojitet?" (What is it you need?)

Greg snapped at me, "Respekto eprorët tuaj!" (Respect your superiors!)

I feel like rolling my eyes, but instead I add what he wants, "Boss."

Step-Bitch and Boss were there, but Greg spoke up for them, "Ju keni një detyrë të re. Më duhet të vrasësh njeriun në këtë dosje. Ai punon për një bandë kundërshtare që po fillon të zhytet në sektorët tanë." (You have a new assignment. I need you to kill the man in this folder. He works for an opposing gang who is starting to dabble in our sectors.)

I nod, taking the file, "Kur?" (When?)

Boss replies, "Sonte!" (Tonight)

I turn to leave but Step Bitch calls out, "Don't forget to come back quickly. I have a new lesson I need to teach you."

I fight the urge to shiver in disgust. I cannot show any emotion. If I do, it is like showing blood to a group of sharks. I must stand strong. The little girl I was died with the first human life I took. There is no other way to survive.

As the door closes behind me, I hear Step-Bitch say, "The new prisoner needs to be taught a lesson. Maybe I'll force the little whore to do it for me and then to herself!

I try my best to ignore her words. I feel terribly bad for the new prisoner. I saw him earlier, he was pretty cute in a nerdish way. Not that I would ever admit to that, I have a boyfriend who keeps me satisfied already.

And most of my confidence is fake, I would probably turn into a tomato before I could get the words out. My blush is ever so unattractive. I hate it, it easier to pretend I have no emotions than let them all show on my face, like Owen.

I take a look at the file and begin to plan his death in my head. He is rather high profile, it says that he was once the principal of some small high school, but became rich. How did that happen without anyone sensing anything shady?!

Idiots, the world must be full of idiots!

I pass by my room in order to get ready. I put on a completely black outfit and tie up my hair. I can't forget my weapons! Today's mission would be more subtle. I had to get in, kill him quickly and get out. It shouldn't be very difficult. I enjoy killing the scum of the earth like these people.

Soon enough, I had arrived to the mansion where the file said Hendricks was staying. As I checked out the property, I felt the need to strangle the head of security! I mean, there was no security inside the house, barely any guards. They basically relied on on security that all connects online. It literally took me two seconds on my computer to dismantle it. Ridiculous!

Quiet as a mouse, I enter the mansion by a nearby window in order to get a bird's eye view of the place. Apparently, this Hendricks guy was very much interested in an open-concept floor plan with huge ceilings. Not my taste, but whatever.

I quickly spot Hendricks currently on the couch, jerking off to porn if the moans coming from the computer are anything to by. My face wrinkles in distate.

My poor virgin eyes!

Well, it's not like I am virgin in that regard, not after Owen. God, that man was sexy as hell. But still watching him made me feel violated in some way. I could have lived a very long time without seeing that picture.

I drop down to the floor still in silence. I creep right behind him and hit him over the head with one of my guns. Boss wants his murder to send a message, so I had to make it painful. Yep, I definitely won't regret making his death as painful as possible.

Hendricks goes down silently and I shut his computer in order not to see those images anymore. I look at him and burst out into silent laughter. He is currently half on and half off the couch. his pants are around his ankles.

I am about to get started when,

RING!

RING!

I quickly pick up the phone without checking who it is, "This is the city morgue. You kill it, we chill it. What do you need?"

"Darling?" Owen's voice comes over the phone.

I feel a soft smile come over my features, over powering the usual blank mask I have for my assignments. I don't know how I managed before Owen came into my life. Not that our first meeting was all that good, if I remeber we tried to kill each other. . .

I just finished up another assignment for Don. This man had betrayed him and needed to be put down as an example. That meant that it would be a dirty kill for me. My orders were to string him up and carve the words 'TRAITOR' into his back. Luckily, I was allowed to do it when he was dead. I had known this man and he wasn't the worst sort. It just made me feel worse than ever to have to do this. I have been doing this for six months after my training of a year, but it wasn't getting easier. It certainly wasn't what I thought I would be doing as a sevteen year old.

I froze as I heard someone arriving. I had killed all his guards and his family was in hiding. Who could it be? I wasn't looking forward to killing another person.

I quickly turn around to be faced with a tall ass man with these cold steel eyes. There was a moment of hesitation on both our parts as we sized each other up. He didn't look like a mob sort of person, no more rich. I should kill him, but I don't feel like taking another innocent life tonight instead I chose the flight option.

I turn on my heel and take off quickly, hoping to leave him behind. I hear a slight curse and then footsteps. I lead the man on a merrry chase around the property, hoping to shake him off. If I can't, well, let's just say that I hope he gives up soon.

He didn't.

The silver eyed man actually managed to corner me into one of the maid's rooms. He rushes in only seconds after me. There is another hesitation when I reach for my weapon. It's the moment where I know I have been caught and the only way out is to kill the witness. I wish it hadn't come to this.

Instead of drawing a weapon, I charge at him, hoping to knock him out and escape. Unlucky for me, it seems that this mysterious fucker knows how to fight. He isn't making this any easier on me. We both fight for a rather long time, neither of us going in for the kill.

But a sudden voice broke us apart, "FIND HIS KILLER! HE NEEDS TO BE PUNISHED!"

My first thought is rude, they assumed the killer was a man. My second one was shit, I am still here. I make eye contact with my silver-eyed hottie. Hey, even if he is trying to kill me, I can appreciate good looks. I can tell he is as worried as I am despite both of us having emotionless masks about getting caught, neither of us belong here.

By unspoken common consent, we stop fighting and instead focus on getting the hell of here. It doesn't take us long and our pursurers don't seem to be of the brightest quality. I begin to walk away from the scene of the crime without looking back when the grey eyed man grabs me arm.

He warns me, "If I see you again, I will bring you into justice."

I shrug his grip off and ignore him. If I had it my way, I wouldn't see him again. I didn't want Don finding out about him. If he knew I failed to kill a witness, I shiver in fear, the result wouldn't be pretty,

Both silver eyed man and I split up quickly to avoid being caught.

That had been two years and a half ago. It took us a while to get where we are now for the obvious reasons. I shake my head of these memories of the past in order to focus on the situation at hand.

I ask to confirm my lover's identity, "Owen?"

I can feel the amusement in his voice, "You should check caller I.D. before answering the phone."

I shrug even though I know that he can't see me. It's a thing of habit. I turn to check on my victim and notice him moving. That won't do at all. I take out my gun and promptly shoot him in the hand. That should be painful enough for him to stop moving.

I remember to reply to Owen to explain what he just heard, "Sorry, Angel Eyes. I am in the middle of something."

I love calling Owen these nicknames because for the longest time he waited them. I guess it has a little something to do with our second meeting. . .

I was walking away in timely fashion of the scene of my murder. The cops had already been called which was the point of this assignement. I don't personnally get it. Why would you want the cops to find the dead body?

It won't be considered murder if there is no body, it's just a missing person.

But what do I know? I duck into an alley in order to escape any prying eyes. In this type of neighborhood, people actually talked to the police if they came calling. But since the police weren't very good at their jobs, it wouldn't matter. This isn't my first rodeo, or murder in this situation.

Suddenly, I find myself pushed against the wall of said alley and staring into a pair of silver eyes. I repress the urge to groan. It's only been three months since I last saw this dude. Can't a girl/assassin catch a break? It's like fate wants me to die!

Silver eyed man hisses at me, "You've killed again? I thought I told you never to cross paths with me again!"

Instead of focusing on his not so subtly death threat, I find my eyes zeroing in on his lips. They look so kissable. I can't right now. Why do the people who want to kill me be so damned attractive?! It isn't fair!

The man seethes at me, "Do you have no self preservation? What are you doing this for? Money? The rush murder gives you?"

My eyes snap up to meet his. I wasn't doing this for any of the reasons he listed. Killing someone innocent made me sick to my stomach, but I had no choice. Every person I killed was a girl released from the Albanian Mob. It was the most recent deal I had worked out. I let down my walls just a tiny bit in order for him to truly understand.

I then can no longer resist the temptation. I grab his tie and pull his face closer to me. I kissed him! It was meant as an innocent peck, I didn't think this attractive man would kiss me back. It left me panting for more, but he wanted me in prison and I liked very much my life thank you. Don would kill me the moment I got captured.

I break off our rather heated kiss and whisper in his ear, "See you later, Angel Eyes."

With his hold being loose on me, I slip away. I allow myself one look back at this mysterious sranger who is currently running his hands through his hair frustratedly. How come he can make everything look sexy?

My shoulders shake in silent laughter at that memory. Owen later told me that he really had no idea what had come over him that day to not even try to run after me. I guess even then our connection was strong.

Owen's voice sounds worried for me and I feel warmth fill my heart, "I can tell. Are you okay?"

Now, I was curious to why Owen had actually called me, "As good as I can be. Why are you calling? Did I miss a date you had planned? I'm-"

Owen cuts me off, "No, darling, it's not that. One of my brothers was taken by your bosses."

I frown while in thought, "Let me think, there hasn't been that many prisoners recently. The only one I think is Kota, right? Isn't he the green-eyed, glasses wearing nerd who mumbles numbers under his breath? I remember him from your stories."

I hear the relief in his voice when he speaks next, "That's him. I need a favor about that. Could you get him out?"

I groan when i realize what Kota's predicaement is, "Shit! Sorry about that, Owen, I can try. I think the Step-Bitch is getting her hands on him. That's not good. Boss is out of town and it is Greg in charge."

His voice hardens and I feel a sens of happiness because he cares, "If he touches you, I am going to kill him."

I smile, "I can do that first and better than you. Calm down, Sugar lips."

Owen asks again, "Can you do it then?"

I sigh, "Of course, Owen. If he's your family, then he's mine as well. I'll get him out to-" I am distracted by Hendricks attempting to crawl away "Hey you little fucker! Stay the fuck down, piece of shit!"

I return my focuse to my phone while Owen says, "What was that, darling?"

I wave off his worry, "An assignment who bother me anymore. Anyway, you'll pay me back tomorrow. I have the night free. Can you make it?"

I can hear Owen's smile of relief through my phone, ""Of course. Can you bring Kota to our usual meeting place?"

I nod before realizing that Owen is not actually here, "Sorry, Owen. I meant to say yeah, I was just nodding. But you can't see me. . ."

There is laughter in his voice and I narrow my eyes, "It's fine, darling. See you tonight!"

I reply, "See you tonight. And Owen, I love you."

Before hanging up, he says, "Love you too, darling."

I feel like shouting out in joy. It's been a while since we had admitted our feelings towards each other, but every time I was overjoyed. Some people may call him heartless or emotionless, but I know better. If you ever got him into bed, you would know better.

I smirk. Yes, Owen was a good bed partner. It never got boring.

I look down at Hendricks, I will have to finish this up quickly. I had someone to save and the sooner he was safe, the sonner I would be tasting Owen's sugar lips.

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Word Count: 3533

I hope that this longer chapter will make you all forgive me for not updating in the next week minimum.