August 5, 2020 at 8:37 am #1403434
SMOKE AND MIRROR Royal Angel 2
SMOKE AND MIRROR
Royal Angel I
? Episode 2
? “Mr. Tall, dark and handsome”
✍️ Written by Jchrist (Africa Good Boy)
?️ Victoria POV
My target is kinda hot.
I smiled as I picked up the tray and headed
the kitchen. Handsome men were so hard
come by with my job. Whistling, I ziplocked
the two coffee cups and put them in my
Oh, I wasn’t really a waitress. (Not a creepy
Speaking of creeps.
“Hey there, kitty cat.” The barista behind
counter chuckled. The guy was neither
nor cute, so when he leered down my
white blouse, I had to resist the urge to
In the nuts. With brass knuckles.
Instead, I gave him a sweet smile. “How’s
going?” Mr. Douche.
“Good, good.” He ran a hand through his
Yeah, baby. Dandruff is super sexy. ” When
you start working here? I didn’t see you sign
“I came in early.” Okay, I was a good liar,
for what it’s worth, I could’ve said “I’m a
mermaid” and he wouldn’t have blinked.
when his eyes were still on my boobs.
up here, soldier.”
“Hehe.” More dandruff dislodgement. “Sorry
I don’t think the moron knew what sorry
Pity. I’d have to educate him.
Hey,” I said, fluttering my eyelids and
my hips a little. “I spilt some coffee on my
apron. I’m so clumsy. I forgot where the
Yeah, because I have the IQ of a suckling
and I’m too retarded to read well placed
wanted to add.
I let my knight in shining armour show me
where the little girl’s room was. Turning
around, I made a show of bumping into
“I-I’m so sorry. I just wanted to say thank
“Why, you’re welcome.” I swear I heard him
mutter püssy cat as he walked away.
I rolled my eyes and locked the washroom
door behind me. Men .
There was a black duffel bag in one of the
stalls. I’d stashed it in here earlier. I placed
apron with the cups inside it and stripped.
It took me about two minutes to change
blue cocktail dress and take off my blonde
wig. I redid my makeup, going hard on the
contouring and smokey eyes.
I was proud to say I looked like a stripper
minus the heels.
The walk through the cafe earned me a few
indecent stares. Mr. Douche’s car keys were
my left hand. All I had to do was go to the
parking lot, unlock his old rust bucket Chevy
and drive to my apartment.
That’s the Oxford definition of “sorry”, as in,
“sorry, I might have stolen your car”.
Dear Mr. Douche, never trust a clumsy
cat . Glad to have furthered your education.
The minute I got home, I was almost
over at the door by a little red head.
“Did you find him? Do you know who he
How old was he? Was he cute-”
My sister didn’t any waste time.
“It wasn’t a date, Ira.” I told her, flopping
on the couch. My apartment wasn’t fancy,
though it certainly could’ve been. White
a fold out couch, a coffee table, two
mattresses. That was about it.
Ira arched a perfect brow. “So he wasn’t
“No.” I told her, thinking back to the man in
the black suit. Danny, his friend had called
him. My target had crystal blue eyes, black
longish hair and a jawline that could cut
He honestly wasn’t cute.
He was hot. Make-your-panties-catch-fire
Yet this was my brain’s assessment. This
what normal females feel about him , it told
The rest of me was awfully quiet about all
Guess that made me an abnormal female.
“Details.” Ira quipped, annoyed when I
“It’s not a date.” I repeated. “I was just
scoping out the target.”
She gave my borderline slütty outfit a once
over, skeptical. “Right.”
“Alibi” I explained, rolling my eyes. “If this
blows up in my face tomorrow, I want the
people in the cafe to remember I was
As the bîtch in blue rather than the waitress.
“Oh, that won’t happen. We’ll be fine.” Ira
replied, absently. It was her standard
every time I talked about ‘negative’
“So do you know who he is?”
I shook my head and gave her the ziplock
smiling a little. Funny, but if there was ever
tall, dark, handsome stranger –
“Ha!” Ira punched the air, triumphantly. “I
it. Does he have a nice äss?”
Did I just say that out loud? Fantastic.
“Very. Very . Nice äss.” I said, a little
exasperated. Anything to get her to work
faster. “Now please find out who it belongs
Irahooked up her laptop to a DNA sensor.
snapped on some gloves and picked up a
“Which cup is Somerhalder’s?
“Ian Somerhalder. The email from the client
said Blue eyes, black hair and you said he
a fine äss. Hence operation Ian.”
“The red one.” I said, shaking my head. My
sweet little sister was watching too much
Ira took it out and swiped the rim of the
repeating the swipe on the sensor. I had to
admit I’d been a little stingy about giving
the hundred grand she needed to buy the
Now I wonder how I ever did my job without
What is my Oh-so-mysterious job, you ask?
It was a simple three step process.
1) My clients sent me a name or
2) I found the target.
3) The target ended up in the bottom of the
It was the family business. I didn’t ask any
questions and I didn’t care so long as I got
Ira was searching for a match across
and state databases. I guess I knew that it
wouldn’t turn up anything.
Which was why I’d put a microtracker on
blonde friend. Remember when I came back
the table and got snapped at by Mr. High
Mighty for no reason? Yeah, his friend had
even smiled at me right before I attached it
It kinda made me feel bad. Kinda.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m a terrible person.
I told Ira about it and she brought up the
screen. And ladies and gentlemen, we have
winner. A red dot immediately popped up. It
was moving heading toward the docks.
I got up and began packing my – items. By
items, I mean a variety of sharp objects. I
worked best with guns, but there was
something special about sharp cold metal
made me feel safer.
Ira wasn’t too happy. “Do you really have to
“You know how this works, sweetie.”
“Let me come with you-”
“No.” She was too young for this.
“I want to see Ian.” She gave me her best
puppy dog eyes. “You know, before you kill
I smiled, as I changed into a black leather
“Honey, for ten million dollars, I bet you can
have dinner with the real Ian.”
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“Dirty, broken or both?”
Written by Jchrist (African Good Boy)
“I’d call this a rat hole.” Daniel said. “But I
think the rats would take offence.”
I rolled my eyes, glaring at him. Okay, my
apartment wasn’t exactly The Ritz, but it had
four walls and a roof. (Yes, they had holes and
they were grimy. Bite me.)
The beauty of this place was that this was a
neighbourhood that literally gave zero fücks
about you. While nobody would come running
if they heard gunshots, at least they didn’t nose
around your business.
Plus, the landlord had thrown in a slightly
Wasn’t that good enough?
“On second thought, your highness should wait
by the door.” I said, tossing fake IDs into my
backpack. “We wouldn’t want to get them nails
Danny punched my arm. I expected him to say
“I did have them manicured today” by the looks
I didn’t bother taking the few clothes I had left.
I honestly didn’t care about my stuff here –
everything was dirty, broken or both.
Well, there was one thing I really needed.
Daniel was now examining the broken lamp,
sitting cross legged on the mattress. “Love the
decor. Shîtty is very in this season.”
“Move.” I just said, ignoring him.
“On the upside, you’ll never need wallpaper.
Dust bunnies got you covered.” He said, trying
to unscrew the bulb. “Why should I move-?”
There was a loud shattering of glass as the
only window in my apartment broke.
Coincidentally, the lights gave out, plunging the
neighbourhood into total darkness.
I thought I saw a shadow slip through the
cracked glass into the room. I rubbed my
eyes. I must be imagining things.
“Xavier.” Daniel’s voice was deathly quiet.
“Where are you?”
Shît. I’d forgotten Danny was scared of the
I kept an eye on the shadow just in case,
moving to where the mattress was on the
other side of the room. It was so still, I
convinced myself it was just a trick of the
light. Nothing more –
A bullet whistled past my ear, leaving another
hole in the wall behind me.
Great. Another gun wielding maniac blowing
holes in my apartment. Because why the fück
“Danny, get down.”
I moved quickly dodging bullet after bullet,
ducking just as I reached him. He seemed to
be plastered to the ground, almost blending
with the mattress. I knew he could see me, so
I just put a finger on my lips.
I took out the pocket blade in my jeans and
ripped the corner of the mattress.
All the while shots echoed around me. By now,
I knew whoever this was hadn’t come prepared
for a blackout. They were just blindly taking
See, Danny. I thought, smiling. Shîtty is always
stylish if it saves your äss.
A moment later, I found what I was looking for
in the feathery down of the mattress.
Something cold and hard met my fingers.
Palming it, I took out another one.
I smiled as I heard the sound of an empty gun
My turn, cupcake.
Metal sliced through the air and there was a
muffled scream, just as the lights came back
The assassin was pinned to the wall. He was
dressed in black head to toe with a bullet
proof vest and a mask. One of my throwing
blades pierced the fabric over his shoulder.
The other cut through his left leg, leaving a
With a growl, he tugged the blades out. His
eyes were fixed on Daniel who still hadn’t
recovered from the blackout.
He advanced toward him. I stepped in his way,
trying to punch him. He easily avoided it,
drawing a knife. He kicked me in the gut,
s-----g the air out of me.
Wow. I saw stars floating around me. Either I
was way out of practice or this guy was really
I threw a series of jabs and kicks. My
opponent kept dodging me, managing to cut
me more than once.
Soon we were both breathing heavily, and I
saw an opening. I caught his hand and bent it
at an angle. He dropped the knife. I tripped
him up and he fell to floor.
Kicking the knife away, I pinned him to the
ground. Much to my satisfaction, he was trying
not to scream from the pressure on his injured
leg. It was odd how much power he’d packed,
considering he wasn’t as muscular I’d
“Who do you work for?” I asked, calmly. I knew
the lines – I’d been through this multiple times.
There was no answer.
“How did you find us?”
“Who are you?”
“Look, you better start talking.” I ripped off the
mask. “Before I -”
Forest green eyes stared up at me, wine red
curls spilling all around her on the floor. She
was covered in sweat and her skin was
decorated with bruises. She had a cracked lip
and she spat blood in my face.
I blinked. A girl.
A girl hit me.
I hit a girl.
I’m still straddling the girl.
Well, fück me.
As I just stayed where I was in shock, Daniel
finally chose to come around. He decided he
had to do something about our situation.
The future king calmly got up and hit our
assassin on the head.
With the fücking lamp.
Daniel : “HIT THAT FOLLOW THE AUTHOR BEFORE I HIT YOU.
YES, WITH THE LAMP.”0
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