Twenty-Four: Dancing With Fire

LISA

We aced the first stage of our assignment and subsequently the first presentation. I still couldn’t believe that Axel made that kind of good partner but then, I was starting to see just how perfect he is with building and living in a facade.

He was so good at it that one would never see past his flirtatious smiles, contagious energies, and playboy manners to the lethalness that really made up his existence.

No one would see his hands and see the blood on them, they can’t see the number of lives he has taken with his hands, the number of pains he has inflicted, the kind of torture he had carried out on people.

Just like people would see me and see the girl with a baggy top and pants and big glasses and sneakers, they wouldn’t see a girl who dances on poles to seduce unsuspecting victims, who’d and has put holes in a lot of people’s heads.

And that was exactly what I was one step away from doing right now.

Put a hole in the fucking head of Axel Ivanov.

Instead, I forced myself