"Mileyna! Again!" Mr. Smith shouted, slamming his clipboard on the glass table in front of him.

I huffed, bending over with my hands on my knees to catch my breath. I held up a finger.

"Hold on Mr. S give me one minute." I took in a deep breath and stood up straight. Mr. Smith rolled his eyes.

"You are wasting my time! Try again and you better not miss this time." he warned me. I crossed my arms and let out a short laugh.

"Or what?" I raised my eyebrows, challenging him. He raised his eyebrows back and chuckled shaking his head.

"Just don't miss the target. Let's go, you've had enough time to catch your breath." He pressed the button on the table and the simulation started over again.

I sighed and straightened out my uniform, an all black tight material that hugged my body in all the right places. It was light enough so that I could dodge and run faster from my enemies.

The lights dimmed and I closed my eyes, waiting for Mr. Smith to choose a place. I heard a humming sound indicating that he chose a place and I opened my eyes, watching the scenery change from windows and doors to the grass and trees.

The sun was shining bright and I looked around. I was surrounded by trees and I heard birds chirping and the crunching of the leaves on the dirt ground as small animals scurried through the forest.

This was a different simulation than the last one which was nighttime and in an abandoned parking lot. My job in the last simulation was to kill the leader of the people that were coming at me. I would know if they were the leader because he or she would have a red mark on their forehead.

"Hehehe" I whipped my head to the right, where I heard the giggling noises.

"Hehehe" I heard it again to my left and crouched, slowly backing up. I squinted into the trees, looking for the source of the sound.

As I was searching, I clutched my gun that was on my side, ready for anything.

Suddenly, a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the trees and I heard a hissing noise. I whipped my gun out and aimed it at the eyes. I closed my eyes and started shooting.

I heard a squeal and opened my eyes, suddenly surrounded by other assassins, ready to kill me. My eyes darted left and right, looking for an escape. I found none so I jumped up and smashed my feet into the faces of the people on the side of me. They stumbled backwards and I pulled out another gun, shooting the two people in front of me.

I heard the bodies drop and I ran, not even waiting to see if they were alive or not. As I ran, branches whipped at my face, creating scratch marks that I would tend to later. I hopped over roots and shot at animals that tried to attack me.

Once I was sure I wasn't being chased anymore, I slowed down to catch my breath. This is easier than I thought. After I kill four people, the leader is supposed to appear and try to kill me.

Ten minutes passed by and there was still no sign of the leader. I got tired of waiting and got up from where I was sitting and started walking back towards the place I started at.

As I was walking I heard a twig behind me snap. I whipped around and aimed my gun at the air. No one was there. I narrowed my eyes, and turned back around, walking a little bit faster.

Suddenly I was pulled from behind and I elbowed the person that grabbed me.

"Oof," the person lost their breath and I turned around, ready to fight. It was a blond man, with a red dot on his forehead. The leader. I aimed my gun at him and pulled the trigger. I head a click and no bullet left my gun.

"Shit!" I was out of ammo. The man smiled at me and charged my way. I slipped a knife out of my boot and flung it at the man. The knife hit his shoulder and he cried out, falling backwards.

I ran towards him and jumped on top of him, yanking the knife out of his shoulder. He screamed and I held the knife over his head, getting ready to kill him. He swung his legs across my body and flipped me over, pinning me on the ground. The knife flew out of my hand and he grabbed it, preparing to stab me in the heart.

I stopped his hands before the knife could touch me, but he was too strong and the knife got closer and closer to me. I strained to keep the knife away from me and my sweat started spilling into my eyes, burning them.

"No no no, come on!" I yelled, still straining against the man. I lifted up my leg and kneed him in the groin, weakening him for a few seconds. I pushed him up, and scrambled backwards away from him as fast as possible.

He recovered from the pain and ran towards me and jumped up in the air with the knife in his hand. He was going to land on me. I covered my face and screamed.

"Mileyna! Mileyna! Open your eyes, stop screaming!" I heard Mr. Smith shout. I slowly opened my eyes and peeked from under my fingers. My heart was racing and I was breathing hard. I looked around and saw that the simulation was over and I was back in the training room.

I sat up and ran my fingers through my dark brown hair, not wanting to look at Mr. Smith. I knew I failed again and I didn't know what was going to happen to me. This was my third attempt at passing this test and I failed all three times. I wanted to become an assassin and this was the last stage to become one. To be honest, I wasn't even a good assassin and barely passed my other tests. I was too much of a coward to be a real assassin. But it's what I love, and now I don't even know if I will ever be one.

"Mileyna." Mr. Smith called me. I looked up at him and saw the disappointment in his eyes. He got up from the table and opened the door. He walked to me and gave me the paper off of his clipboard.

I took the paper and looked at it. Fail was written in red and my heart sank.

"Please Mr. S please, is there anything I could do to pass? I really really want this! I haven't wanted anything as much as I want to become an assassin. Please." I pleaded, trying not to cry. I really wanted this, I would do anything to pass.

Mr. Smith sighed and closed his eyes. He tapped his clipboard and opened his eyes.

"Okay fine. Since you were such a great student, attitude wise, I will give you an opportunity that no one has ever been offered before." Mr. Smith paused, taking in deep breath. "I will assign you to the best assassin that has ever graduated from Fight Academy. You will be taught everything all over again from the beginning, and when you have mastered each level, I will get your results and you will become an assassin. That is, if you pass. If you don't pass, there is nothing you can do to become an assassin. Understand?"

I jumped up and hugged him.

"Yes! Yes yes I understand! Thank you thank you thank you so much! Mr. S you are the best ever!" I squealed, jumping up and down. He was caught off guard, but smiled and hugged me back.

"You're welcome. But I have to tell you, this assassin is a very hard teacher and doesn't have time for any fooling around. I know you love to have fun with your work, but with this person, you have to be serious and always bring your A game, or he will not continue to teach you. No one has ever lasted more than a week of training with him."

I gasped.

"Why not?" I asked, debating whether I should take this opportunity or not.

"Because, they all quit after a week. They couldn't deal with his ways of teaching. You have to have a backbone to deal with him. I hope you can handle it." He told me.

I straightened my back and nodded.

"I can handle this. I will take this opportunity and I will not fail." I promised.

Mr. Smith took the paper back from me and wrote something on it.

"Here, take this and give it to the workers at the front and tell them to give you the assassins cell phone number and address. They will tell you when you will start your training." He gave me the paper back and I saw that he wrote "top secret" on the paper.

I smiled and hugged him one last time.

"Thanks so much Mr. S. I will make you proud." He patted me back and we walked out of the simulation room and into the hallways.

"Good luck to you Mileyna." He said to me and then walked away to his next class. I walked to the front of the building and made my way over to the front desk.

"Ley! How did it go?" Stormee, my best friend jogged next to me as I walked up to the front desk. I gave them the paper and glanced at her, giving her the look.

"Aw no! You didn't pass again?" she whispered, placing her hand on my shoulder. I shook me head.

"No, but Mr. S is giving me another opportunity. He's assigning me to train with the best assassin that ever graduated from Fight Academy. I don't know who the person is, but I look forward to working with them."

Stormee gasped and her mouth dropped. I was about to ask her what was wrong but then the people at the front deck interrupted.

"Mileyna Raine Williams?" the lady asked. I smiled at her and nodded.

"Yes, thats me." She smiled back and handed me a folder.

"Here is the contact information and address that you need. Good luck." she said, looking at me with pity.

"Ley, is this real?" Stormee asked me. I looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked her as we walked out of the door and into the parking lot.

"You really don't know who you are about to work for do you?" she asked me in a frightened tone, eyes wide in shock.

I shook my head.

"No, who am I working for?" I asked her. I opened up my folder and gasped as light brown, hard eyes stared back at me.

"The professional assassin, Justin Bieber." I dropped my folder.

***

Oh no. What did I get myself into. I should've realized that the best trained assassin would be Justin Bieber. He's all anyone talks about when we are training. How he is very good-looking, but his good looks give him no justice because of his horrible attitude. He treats everyone like shit and never smiles. I don't think I have ever seen him smile before.

"What am I going to do Stormee?" I asked her, taking out a tub of ice cream from the freezer.

Stormee came to my small two bedroom apartment after I realized who I was going to be training with. She grabbed a spoon and dug into the tub of ice cream.

"You know what you have to do Ley. You have to train with him, no matter what. Don't you want to become an assassin like me? We could even go on assignments together." she said excitingly.

I sighed and ate the ice cream off of my spoon.

"You're right. I'm just gonna have to deal with him and complete the training. But he's not gonna boss me around like I'm some puppet. You already know me." I smiled, placing the ice cream back in the freezer.

Stormee laughed, throwing her spoon in my sink.

"Oh I know alright. You're a nice person with a wicked attitude. He better not cross you, he's not gonna know what to do." We both laughed and went into my living room, which was right across from the kitchen. Yes, that's how small my apartment is.

"Alright I have to go, but call me when you start your training okay?" she told me, putting on her shoes and jacket.

"Okay, you know I will. I can't wait to tell you all about it." I hugged her and walked her out the door.

After closing the door, I went into my room and stripped the uniform off of my body.

I groaned as I discarded my clothing because of how sore my body was. I went into my bathroom and cleaned up the tiny scratches that were on my face. Once I was done, I quickly took a shower and put on some comfortable clothes.

Going back into the living room, I sat down on my couch and opened the folder, revealing the face of the cold hearted assassin. I looked over the rest of the information that was in the folder and leaned back into my couch with a sigh.

Should I contact him tonight? I picked up my phone and my fingers hovered over the buttons, not sure if I should or not.

Eh, why not. I punched in the number that was on the paper from the folder and listening as the phone dialed.

"What?" a hard, deep voice flowed into my ear, startling me.

"Um, uh" I couldn't speak. Who says what when answering a phone call? What do I say to that?

"Um," All I heard was a click. I stared at my phone with my mouth opened. He hung up on me! Wow, he really is as rude as people say.

I collected the papers and stuffed then back into the folder then threw the folder to the side. I don't have time to wok with someone who has absolutely no manners at all, I decided.

But how was I going to become an assassin? I punched the couch out of frustration. I don't have a choice. I have to put up with him to get through it. Come on Ley, don't let that bully stop you from achieving what you want, I thought to myself. That's it, I'm going to his house right now. He doesn't want to act nice on the phone, he's just gonna have to deal with me in person. Right now.

With that I stood up and went to my kitchen, grabbing my keys. On my way out the door I grabbed a jacket and made my way to my car.

I punched in his address into my GPS and followed the directions all the way to his house. Correction, mansion. I rolled up into his long, curvey driveway and parked on the side. I got out of my car and admired the beautiful structure. The house was a reddish-brown color and was about three stories high. There were yellow and pink plants surrounding the stairs as I walked up to his door.

There were two doors and they were both huge and tall.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself. This man was set for life.

I looked for the doorbell and found it. I pushed the door bell and heard as it echoed through the house. My stomach had butterflies in it from how nervous I was to see this man in person. The man everyone feared. Everyone except me I decided. He won't push me away, I won't let him.

The door opened, and there stood an old man with white-gray hair and wrinkles. He had on a black tux and the tail of the tux touch the ground. He was wearing white gloves and nice shiny black shoes.

"Hello madam. How may I help you?" the old man asked me, a British accent laced in his speech.

I smiled at him.

"Hi, um I was wondering if Justin Bieber was home? I have to talk to him about something very important." I said, playing with my fingers. He smiled back.

"Yes of course. Do you have an appointment scheduled? I wasn't aware of anyone coming at this hour." Oops.

"Um no, I'm sorry. But it's really important and I won't be long. May I please come in?" I asked, giving him my best puppy face. He seemed to think about it and then came to a resolution.

"Alright madam, but only for a little bit. Mr. Bieber has quite the temper when things don't go his way." He warned me, opening the door wider so that I could come in.

"Thank you so much!" I walked into the door and stopped abruptly. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. As soon as I walked in the house, I saw a golden mirror to my left and to my right. In front of me was a beautiful balcony which had a staircase on the right ad left of it, connecting into one large staircase.

"Beautiful isn't it?" the old man asked me. I glanced at him and nodded.

"Yes, very beautiful." I answered, still staring in awe.

"I'm sorry ma'am but what is your name?" he asked me.

"Oh, my name is Mileyna sir. What's yours?" I asked him back, smiling at the old man's innocence.

"My name is Augustus. Pleasure to meet you." He pulled out his hand and I shook it, taking note of his firm grip.

"I will now take you to Mr. Bieber. Come." He started walking and I followed him as he made his was through the large living room and then through the beautiful kitchen, where I had to pause for a second. This was a dream kitchen that I wish I had. I loved to cook.

"You mustn't slow down ma'am, Mr. Bieber does not like many guest in his kitchen." Augustus told me. I looked up and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, I'm coming." I hurried to catch up to him.

We finally stopped in front of a door that read "Office". Augustus glanced backwards at me.

"This is his office." He turned back around and knocked three times.

"Come in." the deep voice from on the phone answered.

Augustus opened the door and stayed put. He was blocking the way, but I could still see a head of dirty blonde hair staring intently at what was in front of him.

"Sir, someone is here to see you." Augustus told him.

"I don't have an appointment. Send them away." Justin answered, dismissing him. Augustus looked up at me and shrugged. I placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled.

"It's okay I got this." I whispered and he nodded, quickly leaving. I walked into the office and shut the door.

***

"Hanging up on people is rude you know." I said walking into his office.

"And do I care?" He kept writing something on the paper in front of him. "No." He didn't even look up to see who I was or anything.

"Well you should care, especially since we will be spending lots and lots of time together." I answered back, sitting down in the chair in front of him. I placed my bag on the chair next to it and took off my jacket, placing on the chair I was sitting in.

He looked up at me and I almost lost my breath. He had beautiful light brown eyes that were hard as if he never smiled. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back, but had a little fluff to it. His jawline, oh mercy don't get me started on his jawline. My eyes traveled from his face to his muscular arms poking out from that black shirt he was wearing. His arms were decorated in tattoos, making him even sexier. Why did he have to be so mouthwatering, it would be easier to hate him if he wasn't so good looking.

"Excuse me?" he asked, his voice breaking me out of my trance-like state. I shook my head to clear it and stared at him, confused.

"Excuse you what?" He placed the pen that he was writing with down and clasped his hand together.

"Did you just say that we will be spending time together?" he asked me, looking at me like I was as dumb as a doornail. I shifted nervously, suddenly not as confident as I was when I walked in.

"Uh, yea." I answered, giving him a little smile. He just stared at me with an emotionless expression.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mileyna Williams. I'm the person that was assigned to you so that you could train me." I said excitingly, sticking out my hand to shake his. He cocked his head and knitted his eyebrows.

"What?!" he yelled, getting out of his chair abruptly. I stood up with him and tried to calm him down as he made his way out of his office.

"Wait you didn't know? Mr. Smith told me that I was gonna train with you, and you were gonna teach me and that I had to pass and tha-" I rambled and didn't realize Justin stopped until I bumped into his muscular back.

"Oof, sorry." I rubbed my throbbing nose. He faced me and looked down on me, glaring.

"Leonard Smith told you that I was going to train you?" he asked me, gritting his teeth. I just nodded, afraid of saying the wrong thing again. He chuckled humorlessly to himself and walked in the kitchen to the cordless phone in the wall. I followed him and stood by the counter, not wanting to be that close to him.

I watched as he dialed a number and held the phone up to his ear. I took this time to check him out a bit. He had one arm folded in the other so his bicep was really poking, showing how strong he was. His legs were long and nice and I was guessing that he was around 6'0 tall. Perfect for my 5'8 height. I was tall for a girl and needed a guy that was at least 6'0 tall. What am I saying, Justin isn't mine. Ugh. I needed to really stop thinking of him.

"Why would you do that? You know I stopped training these kids two years ago because of," Kids? Really? I thought as he glanced at me. "Well you know why." He paused to let Mr. Smith talked and I saw him getting angrier by the second.

"You want me to train her for how long? Are you out of your mind?! No, no I'm not doing it. Find someone else." He was about to hang up, but something Mr. Smith said made him reconsider. He closed his eyes and sighed, shaking his head.

"Fine, I will do this once, just for you. Yea yea whatever." He slammed the phone back on the wall and held it there for a second, his eyes still closed. I was still by the counter taking this all in. Now I was just waiting for his reaction. He opened his eyes and looked my way. Correction, glared my way.

I held my hands up in defense.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't ask to be in this position. It's not my fault."

"Oh, but it is. If you would've passed the last damn test like other normal people, I wouldn't be stuck teaching you all the way from the beginning. Basics. How dumb do you have to be to not pass basics?" he shook his head and rolled his eyes. Ouch. That one hurt.

"You're such a fucking dick. Is that why you're still single?" I smiled as his face hardened. He stalked towards me and gripped the countertops on each side of me.

"I would watch my mouth if I were you. I don't have a lot of patience." he warned me, staring hard into my eyes.

I stood up on my tippy toes and placed my mouth by his ear.

"Bite me," I whispered, looking back at him with a smirk on my face. He slipped one arm around my waist and pulled me to his body, catching me off guard. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the muscles move as he shifted.

"Don't tempt me, I just might." he whispered back, his eyes raking my body up and down. Electric shock ran down my body, heating up my core. I tried to nonchalantly cross my legs to stop the throbbing sensation down there without him noticing.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he noticed what I did. I pushed him away from me and smoothed down the front of my shirt.

"When do I start my training?" I asked him, changing the subject. He started walking back to his office and I rolled my eyes, following him.

He sat back down at his desk and started writing, totally ignoring my question. I slammed my hands on his desk.

"Um hello! I know you heard me." I said, irritation creeping in my voice.

"We start first thing tomorrow. Be here at 5am." What the fuck.

"5am? Are you kidding me?" He kept on writing.

"Nope, be here at 5. And if you're late, I won't train you. Now leave my office." He gestured to the door without looking up from his papers. I shook my head and grabbed my jacket and purse.

I left his house and drove back to my apartment. Once I was inside my cozy apartment, I went to my room dropped everything on the floor and set my alarm for 4:15 a.m. I crawled in bed and pulled the covers over my head, falling asleep in no time.

***

"Get up! Get up!" My alarm screamed and I shot up too quickly, accidentally rolling out of bed.

"Ouch," I rubbed my ass as I got up off of the floor. Stupid alarm. I stopped the alarm and stretched, loosening up my body. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. Ugh. 4:17 a.m. I need to get ready.

I trudged to the bathroom and splashed water on my face to wake me up. I'm not really a morning person as you can tell. After I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower, I put on some leggings and sports bra because I know he was going to work me hard today.

I pulled a hoodie over my head because it tends to be a little chilly in the mornings.

"Who wakes up this early just to train anyway? Ugh." I muttered to myself as I grabbed a muffin for breakfast. I looked at the time again and it read 4:50.

"Oh shit I need to go." I hurried and grabbed my keys and went straight to my car. I memorized where he lived so I arrived at his house with no problem at all.

Before I could knock on the door, it opened and there stood Augustus. I smiled and walked through the door.

"Good morning Augustus."

"Good morning Miss Mileyna, how are you this fine morning?" he asked me.

"I'm great, just a little tired. I wish I had gotten more rest. But other than that I'm great."I told him, yawning a little bit.

"How are you?" I asked him as we made our way to the living room.

"I am splendid, just preparing the house for Mr. Bieber." he answered. "By the way, Mr. Bieber is still sleeping." he told me. Are you freaking kidding me?

"Sleeping? Then why in the world did he tell me to come here at 5 a.m.?" I asked looking at the time. It was 5:05. Augustus raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"5 you say? He used to have his students come for at least 7 a.m., no earlier, no later." I shook my head and left the living room, on the hunt to find his bedroom.

"His bedroom is on the second floor, last room on the right." Augustus told me as I made my way up the stairs.

"Thanks!" I hopped up the beautiful stairs two at a time. This bastard did not have me sacrifice sleep only for him to get more beauty sleep. Uh uh.

I made it to the second floor and kept walking straight until I made it to the last door on the right. I took in a huge breath and opened the door. There on the bed, underneath really comfortable looking sheets, was Justin Bieber. The top half of his body was showing and the bottom half was covered by the sheets, and I could see tattoos inked all over his bare back.

He was was facing me, laying on his arms and he looked so peaceful sleeping. Just like a baby. Aw, too bad. Time for him to get up.

I stalked towards his bed and when I was by the edge, I was about to shake him until he woke up.

"Don't even think about it." his deep voice filled the room, heavy with sleep. Oh mercy. That was the sexiest sound I have ever heard. Calm down Ley, remember this is Justin we're talking about.

I huffed and folded my arms as he sat up, leaning back against his headboard.

"Why am I here so early if you aren't even ready? I could've still been sleeping!" I said, irritated. He ran his fingers through his wild hair and opened his eyes.

"I told you to come here early because since you are starting from the beginning, you need more time to learn everything. Now stop complaining about not getting any sleep. You sound like an annoying baby. Grow up." he said, throwing the sheets to the side and hopping out of bed. He stood up in front of me and I tried my hardest not to look at the large imprint of his member in his boxers.

"Lord help me please," I whispered to myself, clenching my fists.

"Hm? What was that?" Justin asked, eyeing me. I chuckled nervously.

"Oh nothing, I'm uh, just gonna wait for you downstairs." I said, turning around quickly and scurried out his room. I heard him chuckle as I walked down the hallways to the stairs. Wow, he can actually kind of laugh. Impressive.

I went into the kitchen and waited for him there. He came down quicker than I thought in some basketball shorts and a plain white tee.

"Let's go." he said, walking right past me, not even looking at me. I rolled my eyes and hopped off the stool I was sitting on and started following him.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt if you were polite just a teeny weeny bit. You might actually feel better about yourself." I said, shrugging. He just kept on walking.

"Or not," I breathed, trying not to get irritated yet again.

I followed him down to the basement and we made a left, walking into a full furnished gym. Exercise equipment scattered the place. There were two ellipticals in one corner and three treadmills in the other corner. There was a spot to bench press and there was even a bicycle trainer. Weights were everywhere and I looked up and saw the wall hooked up to do pull ups. This was one professional exercise gym. In his basement.

"Sooo, when do I start killing people?" I asked bouncing up and down on my tippy toes excitingly. Justin gave me a side look and scoffed.

"You are no where near close to knowing how to kill someone so calm down. We are starting from the very beginning." he told me, picking up weight and placing them back in their correct spots.

"Okayyy, and what is the beginning? I forgot, that was a while ago." I said, trying to remember what I did a the beginning.

Justin straightened up and shook his head, muttering to himself. He sighed.

"Alright. There are four stages to this. Stage 1 is basic training which is basically getting you in shape, so, exercising. Stage 2 is when you start training with weapons. Stage 3 is where you learn how to be stealthy and how to read body language. The 4th and final stage is where you learn how to kill."

He grabbed two flat weights with handles and placed them on the floor in front of me.

"You are starting at Stage 1. Exercising. Now drop and give me 20." He pointed to the ground. I just stared at him blankly.

"Give you 20 what?" I asked, clueless. He stared at me like I had five heads. He threw his arms up in the air and smacked them back down on his sides.

"Jesus Christ you are an airhead. Drop and give me 20 pushups, lets go!" he yelled, clapping his hands in my face.

"Geez, you don't have to be so rude. Calm down, I'm dropping I'm dropping." I grabbed the edges of my hoodie and yanked it over my head, throwing it to the side. I dropped down to the ground and grabbed the handles of the weights.

"By the way, I'm not really good at doing pushups," I said, glancing up at him. He crouched down in from of me and twirled his finger in my face.

"Go. And I wanna hear you count each and everyone of them out loud." He got back up and turned his back to me.

I pushed myself up and went back down.

"One." I repeated that action.

"Two." I did that over and over until about 15 and I started getting really tired. I dropped to the floor and just laid there, trying to catch my breath.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Get your ass back up and finish them. This is nothing compared to what I have in store for you. Now get them done!" I groaned and got back up.

Once I was done, I felt like someone picked me up and threw me at a brick wall. My arms and belly were so sore.

"That took too long, next time I want them down faster, understand?" he said, looking at me sternly.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. What's next?" I waved my hand at him in a tired manner. He grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him, his strong grip starting to cut of my circulation.

"I said, do you understand?" he growled in my face. I yanked my arm back and rubbed it, trying to get circulation back in it.

"Yes I understand! Damn, you need to control your anger!" I yelled, stepping back away from him. He placed his hands on his head and blew out air from his mouth.

"Let's just get this done and over with. Next is pull ups. Let's go."

By the time we were done with workouts, it was around 3:30 in the afternoon and I was worn out. Justin tossed me a towel to wipe my sweat with and even gave me a water bottle.

We made our way back upstairs and into the kitchen.

"You have so much work to do, I've never had a student that was so clueless and out of shape before." He grabbed an apple from the fridge and took a huge bite from it. "You're gonna be a challenge, and this is going to take longer than I thought."

"How long do you think it's going to take?" I asked, eyeing the way his lips moved as he chewed.

"Don't worry about that. Just worry about getting better each time we see each other. Now leave and come back the same time tomorrow." He turned and started walking out of the kitchen.

"Wait!" I called out. He stopped, but didn't turn around. "I want to come at six instead. Five is way too early." I said, biting my lip in anticipation of what he would say to that.

He just shrugged.

"That's fine. You're just going to have to stay even longer now." With that he walked straight out of the kitchen.

***

"You look like shit Ley." Stormee said laughing, sitting down next to me on my couch.

I slowly turned my head to look at her, groaning as I did.

"Gee thanks, like I don't know that already." I rolled my eyes as she laughed at me again.

"It's okay, you get a pass because you just finished training. But you will have no excuse tonight though." I looked at her, confused.

"What's happening tonight?" I asked her as I sat up.

"We are going out! I know you've only been training for like less than 24 hours but I don't know the next we will be able to go out together, so we are going out tonight and having the best time ever!" she squealed, pulling me up off the couch.

"Stormee-"

"No no no. No if's and's or but's. We are doing this and that's final. Who cares what that tyrant Justin thinks. He will be fine and he won't even know it happened. Now come on, let's get you ready." she dragged me to my room and went through my closet, looking for something sexy for me to wear.

I sat on my bed and sighed, falling backwards with my arms stretched out.

"He worked me so hard today and I know it's only going to get worse. You should've seen him. He is ruthless." I rambled to Stormee while staring up at the ceiling.

"Stop being a big baby, I'm sure it's not that hard. He just wants you to be a really great assassin, you know?" Stormee said as she leafed through my clothes.

"I'm pretty sure that's not the reason why. He is heartless I tell you." I told her, sitting back up as she threw potential outfits on my bed. She turned around and smiled, holding up a strapless black dress with gold sequins on it.

"This is perfect Ley! Now go clean up and get dressed. You have two hours and then we need to go to my place so that I can get ready." she pushed me into the bathroom and started shutting the door.

I got everything I needed in place on my counter and was about to start stripping.

"Wait!" Stormee yelled, coming back into the bathroom. I huffed and turned to her.

"What now?" I asked her, just wanting to feel the pressure of the water hitting my body.

"Um, someone else is also coming with us tonight." she chewed her lip and tapped her thigh nervously. I just stared at her.

"Okay? What's wrong with that? Why are you acting so nervous?" She chuckled nervously and took in a breath.

"It's Victor." she rushed out. My eyes widened.

"The fucking club owner? Are you serious right now?" My jaw tensed and I bit my tongue from saying anything negative. Victor was this guy she has been talking to for about eight months now and he treats her like shit. But she still loves him. Yes love. I've told her plenty of times to drop him and that she could do so much better, but she never listens to me. Victor also owns a club and I'm pretty sure that's the club that we will be going to tonight.

"Yes, that Victor. Just be nice please?" I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Yea yea whatever. I'll try my best. Now can I freshen up without anymore interruptions please? Thank you." I said and she smiled, closing the door.

I hopped in the shower and staying in for about 40 minutes, letting the water release all the tension in my body from the hard training I did today. Once I was done, I freshened up and got ready. The dress Stormee picked out was an old dress that I wore once before. It was a snug dress that barely came mid thigh. It was extremely short, but we're going to a club so its fine. I went to my mirror and put a diamond necklace on with matching diamond studs in my ears. My hair is naturally curly, so I just fluffed it out and pinned it to the side, letting the curls drop like waterfalls on the other side of my face.

I gave myself a once over and decide that I actually looked pretty good. My makeup was just right, not too much. I grabbed my silver heels and made my way to my living room. Stormee was watching tv.

"So, do you like?" I asked, twirling in a circle for her.

"Oh shit Ley you look sexy! We need to go to my place asap so I can be as fine as you!" she jumped up and down, clapping. I grabbed my purse and keys and left my apartment.

We hopped in our cars and made our way over to her house.

"Alright I won't be long, watch tv or something." Stormee ran up the stairs and got ready. I flopped down on her couch and turned on the tv, looking for something to watch. After about 20 minutes of failure, I settled for a random disney movie that was playing.

The movie was actually interesting and I started getting into it when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. I froze. Was she expecting anyone? I got up and went to the door, pausing slightly before opening the door.

I slowly opened the door and it revealed the last person I wanted to see tonight.

Victor.

He was wearing a white button down with black jeans and casual black shoes. His black hair was was slick and nice, the front of his hair slicked up and back in a quiff. His facial hair was groomed nicely, showing off his perfectly sculpted jaw.

I have to admit, he was a sight for sore eyes, but he was still Victor. Cocky, cunning, evil. And a huge flirt. Huge.

"Well look who we have here. The one and only Mileyna. Mmm." his eyes raked my body up and down and he licked his lips, grinning at me when we made eye contact. I scoffed and went back to the living room, leaving him by the door.

"Aw come on Ley, don't be that way. You know you want me." he whispered the last part, walking my way.

"Ugh Victor seriously? Do you have no shame?" I pushed past him and went by the stairs. He just chuckled. This is why I don't like Victor. He's with my best friend but can't stay away from me. It's so annoying and disrespectful, but he doesn't care. I even tried to tell Stormee about it but of course, she didn't want to believe it so she's still with him.

"I'm ready!" Stormee said in a singsong voice, walking down the stairs elegantly. She was wearing a beautiful short red halter dress with small bead on them. She had on a black diamond studded necklace and matching black earring to got with it. To top it all, she wore black pumps and her silver hair was straightened to perfection.

"Oh my god Stormee you are beautiful!" I smiled, grabbing her hand and twirled her around.

"Thank you, thank you. Now we can both slay the world together." Footsteps sounded behind me and I groaned internally. Stormee saw Victor and her green eyes lit up.

"Victor! You made it!" she squealed, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"Of course I did. You look beautiful baby." he told her, cupping her chin. She looked like cheshire the cat she was smiling so hard.

"Thank you." she breathed, standing on her tippy toes to kiss him. I cannot watch this.

"Ugh, I'll be in the car." I shuddered, walking out the door. I can't stand seeing them two together, especially knowing what I know. There's more to him, I just know it and I'm going to find out what.

***

"We're going in my car." Victor said when I was about to open my door.

"Seriously why. I wanna take my own car. I am not getting in a car with you. Especially not your car." I said, opening my car door.

"Come on Ley, just this once, please?" Stormee pleaded with me, making a sad face.

I slammed my car door shut.

"Whatever. Let's just go." I grumbled, hopping in the back seat of his Range Rover.

The two lovebirds chatted the whole ride and I was silent the whole ride, just wanting to get out of the car. I'm gonna try to persuade Stormee again that he isn't the one for her, but from the way she is looking at him, that's going to be really hard. I can tell she is in love.

"Here we are!" Victor announced, pulling up to the side of a very large building.

"Umm, why are we on the side of the building and not the front where we need to get in?" I asked, getting tired of Victor and his games. He turned to look at me.

"Because, when you're with me, you're VIP. Which means we don't need to use the front door. We use the side door. I do own this club in case you forgot." he told me, getting out of the car.

"I never cared to know in the first place," I muttered to myself as I hopped out the car.

I followed him and Stormee to a door on the side of the building and he opened it. There was a guard standing in front of the door as soon as it opened and he reached to his side when we walked through. As soon as he saw Victor, he relaxed and and nodded at him.

"Welcome sir." the big man grunted, stepping aside.

"Thank you Chuck, have a great night." Victor told him, patting him on the shoulder as he passed by. Chuck just grunted.

We walked past a few offices and stopped at double doors. I could hear the faint sound of music pumping through the club. Victor looked back at Stormee and I.

"Are you guys ready for the time of your life?" he grinned, hands on the doors. I was more than ready. I was ready to let loose and dance and grind on random people. I needed this.

"Yes! Now open the doors already." I answered, tapping my foot in anticipation. He just laughed and pushed the doors open.

Music flooded my ears and the my body vibrated from the bass booming on on the dance floor. Disco light swirled around the dimly lit room, and I watched sweaty bodies grind on top of each other.

The music flowed through my body and I started moving to the beat as I walked to the bar.

"Three shot of vodka." I told the bartender. He slid them over to me and I downed all three in less than five seconds.

"Three more." I told the bartender and he looked at me skeptical. What was he waiting for?

"I said three more, are you deaf?" I started getting irritated that he was taking so long. I needed to dance. He shrugged and put three more shots in front of me. All three were gone just as fast as the first three. I loved the feeling of the burn as it all went down my throat and I could feel the alcohol start to kick in. Just what I wanted.

My song came on and I yelled, waving my arms in the air. I moved my way to the middle of the dance floor and grabbed a random body. We started moving to the music and I loved this feeling. No stress, no nothing. Just music and dancing. I grinded back into the guy and pulled him even closer, loving how in sync we were.

Once I was bored of one partner, I moved on to the next and I did that for about an hour. I was wasted and worn out and needed to find somewhere to sit and take a breath. As I stumbled off the dance floor I tripped, grabbing a chair before I face planted. I giggled and continued to walk. My feet are so crazy, always trying to make me fall. I finally made it to the bar and pulled myself up on the chair.

"Whew, I finally made it. That was a long walk wasn't it?" I told the bartender laughing at the face he made at me.

"Listen up buddy, don't look at me like that." I made my voice deeper and pointed a finger at him. I busted out laughing, slapping the counter.

"You are so funny! I like you." I slurred, still laughing. I calmed down and looked to my left, spotting a cute blondie.

"Ooo, hi hello how are you?" I greeted the guy. He looked like he was nice. He didn't turn around. That's rude.

"Umm hellooo, I said hi!" I poked the guy in the shoulder trying to get his attention. He slowly turned around and I leaned back. The blondie had a large scar running down his face and made him have a permanent scowl.

"Nevermind, um goodbye!" I squeaked and hopped off the chair, finding another place to sit. I was very happy and started skipping, still looking for a place to sit. I found a place to sit and skipped my way over there. A guy was in my way and I slowed down so that I could go around him but my feet decided to trip me again.

"Whoaaa!" I crashed into the guy and he stumbled forward. I caught myself and held my arms out, balancing myself.

"Alright, I'm good, I'm good." I dusted myself and prepared to skip again.

"What the fuck man! What's wrong with you? Watch where you're going!" the guy shouted, stalking towards me. I held my hands up in defense.

"Whoa mister, it was an accident I'm very very very sorry." I smiled up at him, hoping he would accept my apology. He frowned at me and scrunched his black eyebrows.

"I don't want your worthless apology. I want you to pay for the damages you did to my shirt! This was $1,000!" he yelled, pointing to the three vertical holes in his silky maroon shirt. My eyes widened when I saw the shirt and I looked back up at him.

"Sorry gotta go!" I rushed past him and he grabbed me by the arm, yanking me backwards.

"Not so fast, I want my money!" he growled, his grip getting tighter around my upper arm.

"Mileyna?" I heard someone say my name. I whipped around and Justin stood there, surprise etched on his face. My face on the other hand lit up like a christmas tree.

"Justin!" I threw myself at him and he caught me before I could face plant. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"What are you doing here Mileyna?" he asked me, grabbing my arms and putting them back to my sides. I pouted and threw my arms back around his neck.

"The question is what are you doing here mister." I slurred, tracing a finger down his chest.

"She's with you Bieber? She owes me money for messing up my shirt!" the guy with the dark hair shouted.

"No she's not, but I'll pay for it." He looked down at me and I smiled. He was so handsome in his blue button down and dark jeans. Mouthwatering. "Who are you here with?" Justin asked me. I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

"You look so sexy right now I just might faint." I said, pretending to faint. Justin caught me again and yanked me back up.

"Are you drunk?" he glared at me, narrowing his eyes. I gasped.

"Drunk? Of course not, why would you think that?" I put my hand to my chest, pretending I was hurt. He rolled his eyes.

"We'll continue this conversation later Pete." he told the guy. Pete nodded and glared at me before walking away.

"Let' go." Justin grabbed me and started walking towards the exits.

"Wait! I came with Stormee, I need to tell her I'm leaving!" I yanked at my arm.

"Just text her. Let's go before you embarrass yourself even more." he walked out the club and I stumbled after him. At this point I was just tired and wanted to sleep.

The cool breeze of the night felt good on my face and body after being in the stuffy club for hours, but at the same time made me feel queasy. My stomach twisted and I gripped the side of the building and puked all the contents in my stomach.

I heard a heavy sigh and looked up to see Justin waiting for me.

"I'm good, I'm good, I'm coming let's go." I waved him away.

I followed Justin to his car and he got in his car, not even opening my door for me.

"Why can't you be nice sometimes?" I whined as he started the car.

He just drove and didn't even answer me. I huffed and folded my arms across my chest, leaning back into the leather seat.

"You're such a waste of sexiness." I grumbled, facing the window. I heard a faint chuckle as I drifted off to sleep.

"Come on Mileyna, get out of my car." I heard Justin say to me as he stopped the car. I was too deep in sleep to even move a finger. I heard his growl in frustration and hit the steering wheel. My door opened and I felt him pick me up out of my seat.

"I know you're up Mileyna. You can't fool me." Justin murmured, kicking the door opened. I just snuggled even closer to his chest.

"Do you want me to set up a room for her sir?" I heard Augustus ask Justin.

"No I got it, thank you." he told him.

I drifted in and out of sleep and when I woke up again, I felt silk all around me. I slightly sat up and saw that I was in a very large room in a king size bed. The bed had maroon silk sheets and the room was decorated beautifully, matching the maroon sheets. There was a bookcase on the other side of the room filled with books. I looked straight ahead and saw Justin standing in the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Justin?" I croaked, my voice raspy and raw from screaming all night. He looked my way walked to my side of the bed.

"You need to drink some water, here." he said handing me a bottle of water. I grabbed it from him and drank the whole thing, the water cooling down the fire in my throat. I placed the empty bottle on the dresser next to me and looked up at Justin, my eyes trailing down his broad, muscular chest.

"Come." I said to him. He came closer to the bed. "Bend down, I wanna tell you something in your ear." He sighed and bent down, he ear leveled with my mouth.

"Thank you." I whispered in his ear, cupping his cheek. I gently pressed my lips to his cheek, feeling a little scruff. I pulled back and looked him in the face. His eyes were closed. I glanced at his lips and back at his closed eyes. I leaned forward a little bit and he pulled away from me, standing up straight.

"You're welcome. Don't do that again, understand?" he whispered, running his fingers through his hair.

I didn't answer and laid back down, pulling the sheets over me. I was so going to regret this night in the morning.

***

I jolted up in bed, breathing heavily and clutched my chest, trying to slow down my speeding heart. Sometimes I hate falling asleep because I would occasionally have nightmares. Serious nightmares.

"Arghh," I groaned, rubbing my forehead. I had the worst headache on the face of the planet. What happened? Where am I anyway? Looking around, I ripped the covers off and swung my legs to the side of the bed. I paused, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

"How are you feeling Miss Mileyna?" I heard Augustus ask me. I looked up and saw him at the doorway, waiting for my response. I squinted and glanced around, wondering how I got in Justin's house, in this bed.

"Um, where am I?" I asked him. My voice was almost nonexistent and my throat cried out for moisture.

"You are in Mr. Bieber's room. He placed you here last night." he told me. I groaned, slapping my hand across my forehead. No no no no no! Justin was not supposed to even know that I went out. How did he even find me? "There's some water on the nightstand for you. After you are finished washing up, Mr. Bieber would like to see you in the basement." He smiled and left me to myself.

I saw the water on the nightstand and also two white pills. Perfect. That's exactly what I need right now. I grabbed the water and pills and drained the glass dry. My throat felt much better and I placed the glass back down on the nightstand. I slid off the bed and made my way to the bathroom to wash up.

"Jesus Christ," I hissed, looking at my wild messy hair in the mirror. Mascara smeared around my eyes and there were streaks of black going down my cheekbones. Shaking my head, I peeled off last nights clothes and hopped in the shower.

***

"I don't know if I will be able to make it in time, I have things to do."

I peeked around the corner and saw Justin standing in the middle of the exercise equipment, on the phone. After I had got out of the shower, I texted Stormee that I was alright and then realized I had no extra clothes for today's training so I went through his clothes and cut a plain white tee into a crop top. For pants, I just grabbed some basketball shorts and wrapped a hair tie on the side of it so that it wouldn't fall.

"No of course I don't want to-" Justin sighed and yanked at his hair, clearly frustrated. "Fine. I'll be there today. Wait for my call." He got off the phone and put his hands on his head.

"It isn't nice to eavesdrop." Justin said to his phone. I froze. He turned his head my way, eyes narrowed. I laughed nervously and walked towards him.

"Uh well you-"

"Save it." he interrupted. He placed his phone on the chair next to him and turned his attention back to me.

"What the fuck was that last night?" he asked me, coming in my face. My eyes widened and I tried my hardest not to have a reaction at how close he was. I could smell his aftershave and my god it was delicious.

"I just needed to get loose and have fun because I didn't know the next time I would be able to." I explained, tugging at the bottom of my shirt.

"Have fun? Fun time was over the day you started training with me. You were a fool last night and could've even gotten yourself killed! Not that you would remember seeing how hammered you were." he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Whatever! I'm fine now. Let's just get on with this stupid training so I can get out of here!" I yelled back, pushing past him to get the weights.

He laughed.

"You are too hungover to even train today and what the hell? Is that my shirt?!" he shouted, as he took in the outfit I was wearing. I smiled up at him.

"Why yes, yes it is. I had nothing to wear, so I decided to improvise." His jaw tensed and he walked up to me slowly. He leaned in so close to me that if I moved an inch forward, we would be kissing.

"Don't you ever, ever, touch my shit again without my permission. Do you understand me?" he said in a low voice, jaw clenching as he did. I looked him in the eyes and saw that he was being serious. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Good. Now lets get to work."

I grabbed the weights and started off with pushups. My body was weaker than I expected and I couldn't get myself up to do more than two of them. I collapsed on the ground, too weak to even try anymore.

"Wow." Justin muttered. "Pathetic." He shook his head.

"Follow me." He started walking up the stairs and I hurried and got up, following him.

He went through the kitchen and to his office. Stopping in there, he grabbed his keys and wallet and then walked to and out of the front door.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"Get in and put these on." He got in his car and I went in the passenger side, catching the pants that he threw at me. Why would he have a pair of female pants and a shirt in his car? I shook my head and proceeded to put the clothing on.

"Wait, turn your head don't look." I said, pointing in his direction. He scoffed and gave me a once over.

"Don't flatter yourself. You have nothing that I want. Now get dressed, I have a meeting to get to and you're coming with me." He started the car started driving to wherever his meeting was. I glared at him as I put the pants and shirt on and continued to glare at him even after I was finished.

"Glaring isn't going to solve anything you know." Justin said, turning a right corner. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back into the seat, defeated. A few minutes of silence passed by and I started thinking about him and his family and why he had no pictures of them anywhere.

"Justin." I started, not sure how to start off the conversation.

"Hm?" he glanced at me and then back at the road.

"Do you have any siblings?" I asked, fiddling with my fingers. His jaw tensed and hands tightened against the steering wheel.

"Don't ask me any questions about my family." he snapped. I was taken aback. What was so wrong about that?

"Why not? I was just-"

"I said DON'T!" he roared, slamming on the brakes. I gasped and leaned away from him, gripping my seat tightly in fear. He breathed heavily and put his head on the steering wheel, taking in deep breaths.

"I'm sorry. My family is just a really sensitive subject for me. Just please..." he trailed off, looking up at me, pain flashing through his eyes.

My hands hurt from how tightly I was gripping t the seat and I relaxed my hands so blood could circulate through them again.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for trying to bring it up. I won't do it again." I whispered, afraid that he might snap again.

He just sighed and put the car into park.

"We're here." he said, getting out of the car.

I looked up and saw that we were in a desert type place, in the middle of nowhere.

***

"You actually brought this chick to our meeting?" Pete asked, giving me a once over. I don't remember lots of what happened last night, but I do remember my encounter with him.

"I did. Get over it. Let's get down to business." Justin answered, taking a black brief case out of his car. Pete hesitated, glancing at me an then back at Justin.

"She's fine. You can say whatever in front of her." he reassured Pete and I saw him visibly relax. I rolled my eyes. I'm pretty sure whatever is happening right now is not that serious.

"Alrighty then. The shipment that you wanted came in and I have it with my right now. Would you like to see them?" Pete asked Justin, guiding us to his vehicle. He opened the trunk and there sat two huge wooden boxes. He opened the boxes and pulled out an M40.

"Whoa whoa hold up. I didn't know this was that kind of meeting. Why do you need guns like that and a whole two boxes full at that?" I asked, backing up slightly. I knew that assassins needed weaponry, but sniper rifles? Isn't that going a little bit overboard?

"No, it's not going overboard. We need as much protection as possible and have heavy weapons is a part of that." Justin grunted, pulling a box out of the trunk.

"Dude, I thought you said she was good? Now she's asking all these questions, what if she rats to someone? What are you gonna do then?" Pete paced around, tugging at his hair anxiously.

"Relax Pete. Like I said she's not going to say a word. And if she does, I won't hesitate to put a bullet through her brain." Justin told him nonchalantly as he packed the last box in the trunk of his car. I just stood there with my mouth wide open. Justin walked right past me and gave Pete the brief case. He opened it and I saw green. Money. Of course. He closed the case and shook Justin's hand.

"Nice doing business with you Bieber." He glanced at me. "Keep an eye out on this one. She seems like a handful." I glared at his back as he walked back to his vehicle.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I screeched as Justin drove off. I can't believe he said that he would actually kill me if I said anything about his little business transaction.

"What?" He didn't even look at me to see how pissed off I was.

"You just said you wouldn't hesitate to put a fucking bullet through my head! That's what!" I yelled, glaring at him.

"Calm down. I only said that for his sake." Justin dryly remarked, pulling into his driveway. "Let's go finish your training. You should be well enough to actually do something now." He made his way down to the basement and I followed. I didn't feel like working out, but I had to do this. I had to complete this training.

"We are going to move past pushups and start off with pull ups today." Justin said, reaching up to tighten the beam hanging in between the walls. Pushups I can do. Pull ups? not so much. Apparently my arms were too weak to pull up my own body weigh, something I needed to work on. Plus I didn't even pull my body up correctly. How do I mess up something as simple as a pull up, I have no idea.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and and slowly took it off, my eyes following his actions. His abs rippled from the action and his tossed the shirt to the side.

"Now this is how you do a pull up." He jumped up and grabbed the bar above him, pulling himself up. His biceps curled and I just about drooled. How could someone so beautiful have no emotion? He did about ten of them before landing back on his feet.

"Focus! Stop being so distracted. You're never going to get past stage one at this rate." Justin clapped in my face, making me blink. I shook my head and tried to focus on what he was saying. His body had me captivated I couldn't even understand what he was saying.

"Huh?" I squinted, confused. He just shook his head and pointed up to the beam.

"Start." Oh yea, pull ups. Well here goes nothing. I jumped up and grabbed the beam.

***

"Slowly more your arm to the right...no I said slowly Mileyna!" Justin came behind me and grabbed my hands, slowly moving it in the position that he wanted. I tried not to be distracted by the fact that his crotch was basically touching my ass. "Now shoot." Justin whispered in my ear, his hands sliding over my arms as he moved to the side of me.

I pulled the trigger. The force jolted me back just a little bit, but I was getting used to that.

"Did I hit it?" I asked excitingly, want to see my target. Justin pushed a button and my target started coming my way. I whipped the glasses of my face and saw a hole close to the middle of the target.

"Yes! Finally! See, I told you I could do it!" I jumped up and down and danced around Justin, poking at his chest each time I went around. The corners off his lips twitched a little bit and just as fast, it disappeared.

For the past month in a half, Justin has been teaching me how to become the best assassin out there. I passed stage one after about two weeks of training and now I am almost done with stage two. I just needed to learn how to actually hit my target. Justin has slowly gotten used to my personality and is letting loose just a little bit. He actually treats me like a friend now and he isn't intimidating to me like he used to me. I don't back down when he is yelling at me, I just yell right back and there's nothing he can do about it.

"Alright, give me the gun and take a break." I tossed the gun into Justin's waiting hands an sat on the ground, the gentle breeze cooling down my burning body.

Justin's phone rang and he answered it after the first ring.

"Yeah?" he said into the phone while packing up the gun. He abruptly straightened up and a frown settled on his face.

"When? Tonight?" he scowled to himself. "No, she's not ready for that yet!" paced around, yelling at whoever was on the other end of the line. Now that peaked my interest. I stood up and walked to him, trying to hear the conversation.

"Fine. But if this fails, it's your fault." He cursed and shoved his phone into his pocket. I was curious to what the conversation was about.

"Soooo, what was that about?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant. He looked down at me and sighed.

"Congratulations. You have been assigned to your first mission ever." I gasped and clapped, excited at the news.

"That's great! Now I have to train even harder to get ready for it, let's get going!" I turned to start training again and noticed that Justin didn't move.

"Uhh, Justin?" I was confused on why he still had a frown on his face.

"You don't have time for anymore training. Your mission is tonight."

My heart sank.

***

"Wait what!" I gasped, trying to catch up with Justin as he walked back into the house. "I'm not ready to go on a mission yet, I haven't even completed stage two! Recruits are usually given missions after stage three." I followed him to the basement and watched as he opened the wooden boxes. He grabbed a handgun and tossed it at me. I just stared at it in my hands.

"Did you hear anything I just said?!" He still ignored me. "Justin!" I smacked the gun he was currently holding out of his hand and it fell back in the box. He punched the box and glared at me, instantly making me regret what I just did.

"Do you think I would actually let you go on a mission if you weren't ready? This isn't my decision and I have no say in this so please, shutup and let me think." He went back to picking through the weaponry and I plopped down in the chair next to the boxes.

There was no way I was going to survive this. No way at all. Only people who have completed the training that is needed to go on a mission, actually go on missions. I don't have that training. My heart started racing and my right leg starting shaking. Oh no. This is not good at all. I gripped my chair and took in deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

"I'm going to die." I muttered to myself, gripping the chair even tighter. Thoughts of the mission and what I possibly had to do floated through my mind. For example, probably killing someone. There is no way I can do that, at least not at this stage. I didn't have it in me. Then it hit me.

"I'm going to die." I realized. That's when I started panicking. "I can't do this, I can't." I muttered even louder, catching Justin's attention.

"Are you okay?" he asked me, glancing at my shaking leg. I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"I can't do this Justin." I said, shaking my head, my leg bouncing even faster. He placed the gun down and kneeled in front of me, his golden eyes confused.

"What do you mean?" he narrowed his eyes.

"I'm going to die Justin! I can't do this! I'm not prepared. What if the person is innocent? What if I have to kill someone?" Justin tried to interrupt me, but I couldn't stop panicking. "What if I accidentally kill the wrong person? I won't be able to live with myself if-,"

"Mileyna! Calm down!" Justin grabbed my face, his eyes searching mine. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt his thumb swipe my cheek, catching a teardrop. "You are not going to die. You will be fine." he reassured me, his hands sliding to the top of my neck. I wasn't convinced.

"But what if something-" He interrupted me.

"Mileyna. I will be there with you. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise." He put his hand on my leg, stilling it. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Knowing that he was going to be there with my reassured me and calmed me down. At least I wasn't doing it alone.

"Okay, I'm sorry for freaking out. I know you don't like it when people show signs of weakness." I muttered the ending, and looked down at my lap. He got up and grabbed my hands, pulling me up with him.

"That's not true." he grumbled, giving me the side eye. I scoffed and folded my arms across my chest.

"Uhh, yes it is."

"I'm not going to argue with you. Come, I need to make sure you're well equipped for this mission."

Here goes nothing.

***

"We're here. Do you remember everything you need to do?" Justin asked me, pulling up to the casino.

"Yes I do, it's pretty simple." My part of the mission was so simple I almost jumped for joy. Justin got a phone call from the head telling him what the mission was and what we needed to accomplish this mission. We were after a black circular device containing some secrets that our head really wanted. Apparently everyone was trying to get their hands on it. My part of the mission is to distract the guy who is in possession of it. His name is Walter Newton and he is a blonde, 6'3 and a lover of beautiful women. Justin had me dressed in a very sexy, very revealing white gown with a slit on the side, elongating my already long legs. Just in case anything went wrong, I had a gun strapped to my thigh, a knife in my bra and strapped to my other leg.

Justin parked and we made our way inside the casino. It was a very high end casino and everyone was dressed up. I gave Justin a once over, taking in the way his white suit hugged every inch of muscle on his body.

"Focus." Justin's deep voice invaded my not so innocent thoughts. I quickly looked away, feeling my neck heat up from the fact that he caught me checking him out.

"I am focused. No one said I couldn't admire." I muttered, eyeing my surroundings as we sat down at the bar. He just chuckled did a quick scan of the area. Once he seemed satisfied, he ordered a drink to blend in. It was very loud in the casino, the jackpot noises the loudest. There was a table in the middle of the area where men were playing poker, their women on their laps supporting them.

"Look. There he goes. Go now and please, don't mess this up." Justin sighed, giving me a look. I laughed, getting out of my chair.

"Trust me, flirting and luring in guys is something I'm good at." I smiled and placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. "Maybe one day you'll get to see first hand just how great I am, hmm?" I whispered in his ear, sliding my hands down his chest. Justin grabbed my hands and place them back to my sides. He cocked his head and smirked.

"Maybe. But tonight, let me see second hand how great you actually are, hmm?" he mocked me at the end, quirking an eyebrow like he was challenging me. I straightened up and smoothed down the front of my dress.

"Oh by the time I'm finished with him, I'll have him wrapped around my pinky finger." I strutted towards Walter, who was on the other side of the casino.

***

"Haha, of course! It's Walter right?" I asked, taking a sip from my drink.

"That's right. What did you say your name was again?" Walter asked me, licking his lips as his eyes raked my body up and down.

"I didn't." I got out of my chair and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "If you're lucky, you might just get it." I whispered, running a finger over his lips. His lips parted and I hopped off his lap, straightening my dress.

"Mmm, I like you. What would it take for me to get a woman like you to leave this place with me?" he asked, grabbing my hips towards his. I played with his tie and looked up at him from under my lashes.

"Hmm I don't know, what do you have to offer?" I whispered seductively in his ear, nipping at his ear lobe.

"Oh I have a lot to offer, trust me. You won't be disappointed." he whispered back, sliding his hand down my leg, lifting it up and hooking it around his waist. I felt his erection poking me in the belly. Oh shit. I think I might have overdone it. The device was in this inside of his jacket, in a pocket. When I get the jacket off of Walter, Justin will come over and take the device and at that point I am supposed to hurry back to the car so we can get out of here. Simple enough.

Walter was looking at me like I was a prized piece of meat and he wasn't letting go until he got what he wanted.

"A lot to offer you say? I guess I'll have to be the judge of that one wouldn't I?" I responded, sliding my hands down to his chest. I smiled up at him and slowly slid his jacket off, feeling his pecs as I did, not wanting to raise any suspicion. I tossed the jacket on the chair next to us pressed him even closer to me, wanting to have his full attention.

"Oh yeah?" He glanced down at my lips and back into my eyes, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. He leaned forward to kiss me, but there was no way his lips were touching mine so I turned my head slightly and his lips planted on my jaw.

I watched Justin stealthily grab the jacket as Walter planted kisses down my neck. I grabbed his hair and moaned softly, pretending I was into it. When in all reality, I just wanted to get away from this pervert. Justin raised an eyebrow when I moaned and I rolled my eyes, mouthing for him to hurry up. Justin swiped the device into his pocket in one move and nodded at me, indicating that it was time to go. He jogged to the exit and I pushed Walter off of me.

"It was nice to meet you Walter, but I just remembered that I have to meet my boyfriend like, right now. Bye." I scurried away after Justin without a backwards glance.

"Back already? Seemed like you were enjoying yourself." Justin commented as I caught up to him.

"Shut up. Don't act like you didn't actually enjoy the show." I smirked at him. Before he could respond, something whizzed by my face. I dodged it and looked at direction it came from, eyes wide and alert. There were about three guys on the roof of the casino and two more on the building next to it.

"Fuck! Mileyna run!" Justin shouted, whipping out two guns. I hesitated and he glared at me. "Run now!" He pushed me in the direction of the car and I ran as fast I could. As I ran for my life, I heard gunshots and prayed that Justin was okay. I was almost to the car when I heard running behind me. I turned around and saw Justin coming my way. Behind him, four guys were laying on the ground, dead. I gasped and covered my mouth. This was actually real.

"Come on Mileyna let's go!" Justin yelled, hopping in the front seat of the car. I was about to turn around to go to the car when someone grabbed me from behind, pressing a gun to my head.

"Give me the device and she lives." A raspy voice shouted to Justin, pressing the gun even harder into my scull, making me wince from the pressure. Remembering what Justin had taught me, I lifted my foot and smashed it down hard on the person's foot, possible breaking a bone. The person screamed and loosened their grip on my neck, giving me the chance to elbow them in the ribcage and whip my gun out.

It was a man covered head to toe in black, with a black mask on his face. He coughed and clutched his chest in pain. I aimed my gun at his head and cocked it, ready to blow his brains out. But then it actually registered in my head what I was about to do and I started shaking.

"Mileyna shoot him!" I heard Justin yell from the car. I breathed heavily and tried to stop shaking so I could aim properly. The man laughed at me and aimed his gun at me. My eyes widened and I knew right then and there that I was going to die tonight.

"No!" Justin pushed me to the side and shot the guy straight in the head, but not before the guy could get his shot in. The man dropped to the ground and Justin screamed, clutching his side. He removed his hand and blood coated it. His white suit was starting to turn red and his face started paling.

"Justin!" I screamed, running towards him.

"We need to get out of here before anymore of the come." Justin grunted in pain, moving towards the car.

"I'm driving." I helped him get in the passengers seat and then I hopped on the drivers side, peeling out of the parking lot.

"I'm so sorry Justin. I really am. I froze up, I didn't-"

"Stop talking." Justin groaned as I went over a speed bump, clutching his side even tighter. His suit was extremely red now and it seemed like it was getting worse.

"Sorry, I-" Justin growled and I shut up, driving faster so we could make it back to his house quickly.

"Come on Justin, we're here." I parked in his driveway and hurried to his side, grabbing his arm. I draped it over my shoulder and helped him to the front door, grunting at how heavy he was.

"Jesus what are you made of? Bricks?" I muttered, out of breath by the time we reached his front door. I unlocked the door and kicked it open, calling out to Augustus.

"My word, what happened?" he gasped, closing the door behind us.

"He got shot, I'm going to need some medical supplies and water." I grunted out and made my way to the living room. I dropped him on the largest couch and rolled my shoulders from the aching sensation.

Justin was sheet white and was looking worse by the minute. I took his jacket off and ripped his dress shirt open, revealing his large torso. I took that oppurtunity to check out his perfectly carved abs and v-line.

"Mileyna." Justin groaned, snapping me out of my daze.

"Sorry," I muttered, grabbing the cloth Augustus just gave me. I dipped it in the water and dabbed around his gunshot wound, cleaning it so I could get a better look at it. Once it was clean, I reached behind him and rubbed his back, looking for an exit would. There was none.

"Uh oh." I said to myself, calling Augustus back.

"Uh oh what?" Justin asked, his breathing labored.

"There's no exit would, so I'm going to have to dig the bullet out of you."

***