a guide on how not to kill a drug lord's daughter // kari

The smell of blood lingers on my fingertips. The water sprays against my skin, I wrap the rag around my left knuckle, rubbing it against my right knuckle, trying to get the dried blood of my last objective off of my skin. It comes off, but the redness of my skin after it leaves makes me think it is still there. I despise the sight of blood, ironic since I kill for a living, but the smell and sight of the red liquid makes me gag. That is why I prefer poison than a knife, but sometimes I have to get dirty to get the job done, and I always get the job done. 

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"You lucky bastard. Father has another mission for ya, sis." of fuck no. I just got done with the last one, like what the fuck. 

"Already?! BOOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream to my brother through the pillow I am softly suffocating myself in. I feel him grab my hand and pull me off of my bed. Oof.

"Go to hell." and with that I give him the middle finger. 

"So sorry, do you forgive me?" Percy gives me his puppy dog eyes, but he can't keep a straight face for 5 seconds, as her bursts out in a fit of laughter. I push him off of me, and head down the stairs to see my father in his study.

"Ah, Nico. I have another assignment for you." he slaps down a file. I grab the file and open in to see the photo of a girl, and might I say a cute girl. 

"Her name is Galilea Wynters, daughter of a drug lord. You are to kill her. She is not to be alive any longer. And might I tell you, you are not to tread lightly. She is highly dangerous and very capable of killing you herself. I do not recommend you playing with her before you kill her. Do it fast."

I give father a nod. It was dark out, maybe 7. Plenty of time to get this over with. Undercover time for me.

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I finish applying the crimson lipstick to my lips, and that was it. I dressed as slutty as I could without letting my boobs be out and free. My hair is swept to the side, and my nails are painted black. If I was not myself, I would want to fuck me. Gosh, I am fucking hot. Only reason why I am not dating like 8 guys or girls at a time is because they know I would like kill them if they laid a hand on me.

I hear a wolf whistle from behind me. I look through the mirror to see my brother leaning on the frame. I lean back and punch his arm. I murmur a screw off. But then his face turns from a smile to serious.

"Nico, be careful. Really. This isn't like the other missions. You could get killed." he had real sincerity in his voice. We always had a good relationship, but it was built on the death of others. We tag-teamed a couple times, and that brought us close, but not in the normal way.

"Please, I am not going to die. I'll kill her and get out of there. Just like always."

If I am not going to lie, I am scared. Father is one of the coldest and fearless people I know, and for him to tell me not to tread lightly, that means to not tread lightly. But, I like to play with my food. I am sorry, but it's fun, anyways my life is built by poison and knives. Only people I'll miss is Percy. Like just him. My father is kind of a dick, so he is not my friend, or much a dad. 

"Good luck, Nico. Don't get killed."

I give him a strained smile and then it was time for a mission that might get me killed. Let's get this bitch on a role.

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The most obvious place to go was the bar. I probably would have stopped here anyways, drinking always soothes the pain of taking a life. Doing it sober is never fun anyways. But, how lucky was I to see the red-haired beauty sitting on a stool? Very fucking lucky. I grab a seat next to her and order a couple shots, taking one before he sets it down. I turn to Ms. Wynters and give her a smile. 

"Hey, why is a pretty girl like yourself sitting alone at a bar?"

I tried my best to have a sincere voice while talking. Let's hope she doesn't see through me and like she doesn't stab me.