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Knock, knock, I knock till my fists wear out. I didn't want gloves, I wanted to wear out my fingers until they hurt, until they bled.

His face appears before my eyes and I knock even harder. My heart is racing. It feels good. I wanted to hit him. I wanted him to die from the pain of my fists.

I let out a final groan and land the final blow.

I sit down in front of the punching bag, my eyes itching with rage. My wrists hurt, they're purple, but that's nothing compared to this resentment inside me.

I hear footsteps behind, I immediately turn around and point my gun at the body.

"Oh calm down Duchess. It is only me.

I force myself to lower my gun, even though since day one, the urge to shove one in his head has been itching in my veins. I don't trust him, even if the boss accepts it.

He walks slowly, he takes the time to put his heels down like the king of the jungle. He is dressed in black pants but I don't understand the issue of his unbuttoned black shirt.

He takes it off in front of me. He seems more mature than the first time we saw each other, with a discreet eye I contemplate his body. Not bad. Not bad, if I was still that naive little girl.

- What are you doing there? I ask abruptly.

- It seems that it is you who will train me.

I get up abruptly and wipe the sieur dripping from my forehead. Obviously, I have to stick to this task. I grab my gym bag and slung it over my shoulder. He looks surprised.

"Didn't you hear?" It is you who will train me.

- I give up my place.

- Oh yes? Let me tell you, you're just weak.

I just need this simple sentence to release my bag. I walk towards him with a menacing look. His body is only a few centimeters from mine, he does not let go of my gaze. Of course, disarmed, he can be clever.

"All right, then hit me," I replied in a loud, distinct voice.

He frowns and puts some distance between us. He remains on his reserve.

- Without wanting to offend you, I do not hit women. We are not on equal terms.

I restrained myself from kneeing him in the balls. I send him two boxing gloves and replace myself in front of him.

— Indeed, you are missing those little gloves to protect your little girl's hands.

I crack my fingers. Just because he's a former cop doesn't mean he has the right to be so confident. I hold his gaze and he does the same. I hate that people look at me like that, I hate that a man wants to show himself stronger than me.

- I ask you to train me to shoot, I do not want to fight against you.

— Afraid of being humiliated by a girl?

He looks away. I take this to put my hand behind his shoulder. I plate his chest to my thigh without abusing my strength. I place my elbow behind his back and stabilize him in no time.

He swears incomprehensible things and I release him with a sudden and distinct gesture.

- Indeed, we do not play on equal terms, I resumed.

I have way too much practice for him.

I take advantage of the arrival of the girls to challenge one of my colleagues: Alexie. It's the last before this moron to have joined the team. I ask him to please oppose this man. They both have almost identical strength.

Combat teams form. I pace the session. A hired shooter must above all know how to secure his back, the accuracy of the shots only comes later.

Seeing all these female bodies fight with such determination moves me, we are united for the same goal, only our hatred determines our actions, they are in perfect harmony. Only the man does not hold on, he is less and less fast, more tired. And to say that he dared to play me, I expected more reaction and power from him

The session ended and all the bodies died of exhaustion, so I deduce that I worked well.

An idea then occurs to me. I catch one of my daughters near the man. I pin her to my chest and strangle her with my arm. I place my gun against his blond head and grit my teeth.

"Do you want to become a gunman?" So stop it. Stop it in front of my eyes.

He looks at me with wide eyes, surprised.

- Actually, no I resumed. It would be too simple. I want you to stick that knife in his heart.

I hand him a Swiss army knife from my pocket, he doesn't react. The girl is shaking in my arms. All eyes are on us. I do not weaken, I show myself more and more determined.

- Uh ... It's a bit gorre your thing there ...

"Six...five."

I'm testing it, this is purely a test. He kills my co-worker, I knock him out in no time. It may be sadistic, but that's all me. In fact he has no choice. If he does nothing, I kill him, if he kills her, I kill him. That would be a good excuse to give to the boss.

He begins to panic and grabs the gun in his hands tightly. He approaches, hesitating. I watch him do it.

"Four... three...

He glared at me, realizing he had no choice.

- Two one....

I look at the weapon to point it at him, but he takes advantage of this moment to grab my armed arm. He forces my wrist away from his face. The shot goes off and barely grazes him. Fuck it, fuck it.

I analyze how close I came to murdering him and swear. I throw down my gun and turn on my heels, the girl still in my arms.

- Never again do you scare me like that, she whispers.

I say nothing and push her away. Monsieur taunts me with his smile, he managed to challenge me and is proud of it. It won't happen twice. I gather my mind and force myself to contain my hatred towards him.

- Enough playing. Go back to the offices, close this room carefully. Get ready for the hit tonight. Mister soft balls find me in my office.

****

"Why didn't you carry out my order?" I asked coldly of the man sitting in my office.

"I'm not that dumb. What kind of person would ask to kill his associate?

- Me, and you will not be long in entering this list.

He smiles and makes himself comfortable in his chair, I can't stand his more than relaxed behavior.

"Why are you so cold to me?"

I do not answer him and content myself with exposing the contract to him in front of his eyes. It gives me anything but pleasure. I'd love to tear it up, but I have orders from my superior with other plans. The man grabs a pen and is about to sign. I immediately tear off the sheet.

- You are sick. You don't even read the conditions?

He shrugs.

“No, I never read that.

I place the sheet in front of me.

- You want me to tell you? It may be because of this naivety that you have foolishly been trapped by your colleagues.

He straightens up instantly and glares at me. The image of a relaxed man goes away immediately. The portrait of an almost sexy and dangerous man stands before me. He puts his hands on my table and crumples the first piece of paper he finds.

'If we're here, it's because we've all been betrayed one day or another.

— Your case does not concern us.

I lie. I don't admit it to myself but I'm lying. He is right, if we are here, it is because we are all thirsty for revenge because one day someone betrayed us. I don't let myself be discouraged, I don't let anything show. I take the sheet in my hands and scratch my throat.

— First rule. You owe respect to your superior. So me. Any act of defiance will be doomed with a cutting death.

He shudders.

- Among other things, I advise you to be on your toes. I have every right to kill you in your little circuses.

He holds my gaze without saying anything.

— Second rule: As soon as you pass this room, I point to it, everything must stay here. In the event of a leak and attempted disclosure, you and your loved ones will be singled out by our organization.

His throat tightens, so I can continue.

— Third rule. During a mission, it is mandatory not to be recognizable, wig, costume, everything goes.

I then follow all the rules that I now know by heart.

— Fourth. If you fail in a mission and your tracks are found, the boss will kill you without discussion.

I look at him, he follows carefully what I say.

— Fifth: Forbidden to kill one of his colleagues, if the order does not come from the boss.

"Maybe all your threats remain threats?" You cannot kill.

I look up at him and seem to glare at him. My pupils turn intense and solid black.

- I am not your colleague, I am your boss. If I want to kill you, I'll find any excuse to make this murder look like you deserve it.

He looks up and sighs.

— Sixth: We only kill men, no women.

- Considering the number of times you tried to humiliate me or kill me, I thought I understood, he coughs.

I send him a beautiful smile full of hypocrisy.

- Seventh: No sexual relations between colleagues under pain of ... I think you have understood, I repeat myself.

He then displays big eyes.

"No sex?" Wait, I'm in an organization, surrounded by hottest women and... I couldn't touch anything?

I instantly get up and grab his shirt. I slam his head against the desk and crush him with my elbow.

- I forbid you to talk about women in this way, my teeth grit. I forbid you, damn I'm going to bang you.

I grab the skin of her neck and lift her head before banging her against the table. He moaned in pain and I couldn't care less.

I sit down in my chair and adjust my suit, compressing my chest. I take back all my professionalism and cross my fingers. He stealthily rubs his cheek, hoping the pain goes away.

"You are absolutely mad!" he shouts.

"What did I say about respect?"

He swears, I congratulate myself on my act.

—No intra-colleague sexual relations, unless secret. But let's face it, nothing escapes the eyes of the boss. So avoid being smart.

- It's finally over can I sign?

I hand him the sheet and lean back in my chair, a sadistic smile against my face. Despite everything, he still seems very determined.

I return my chair making him understand that I have nothing more to say. I hear him clear his throat.

"Would a goodbye scrape your throat?"

- Yes.

“By the way, my name is Tyler, Tyler Leicester.

I turn to him and look up.

"I know what your name is, moron. I already know everything about you.

- And you?

- And me? I'm asking you to get out.

I sincerely begin to annoy me, I hate that we stay so long in my office. I have to be focused tonight, and this kid is playing me. However, he doesn't let go of my gaze. He is getting more and more insistent and I resign myself to answering him.

- Crazy, call me completely Crazy.