The city was not my favorite place to be and it wasn't hers either. She loved the countryside, although she would never admit it, I could tell by the look in her eyes with the slight smile that tugged at her cheeks as we passed by golden fields and orchards full of blossoms.

Once we entered the city she was all business from there, our relaxed drive through winding roads and flourishing valleys was over. We both knew what was coming next, blood, death, and carnage. Something she was used to, hell, it was something I was used to. Both our lives have been tainted with blood, we have both killed in similar ways, with similar outcomes. The only difference? I have killed for revenge, for loss, and for purpose. She kills because that is what she has been trained to do, what she is told to do, it's the only thing she knows.

For someone so young, I have never seen such adept skills in combat, her mage craft was flawless, she was the most powerful master I have ever served under and...the most beautiful. Her looks could kill, and they did all the time. She was alluring, sweet and sensual in her acts, she could break a man down with just her smile and the light touch of her hand. Never once has she tried her moves on me, I wish she would. I would give her the ride of her life, maybe let her use some of those assassin moves while we're at it too...if she ever gave me that chance...

It was time for our next mission, but we have a slight problem...so she says. The lobby, eighteen floors down, is full of men who want to kill us. The security cameras show at least fifty full armed soldiers of some sorts waiting for us, guns drawn. So leaving the building through the front doors might be a bit challenging.

I close the laptop she had left open on the desk and look over to her sitting on the edge of the hotel bed putting her boots on. She had the most delicate long legs I have ever seen and I don't hesitate to let her know.

"Nice legs...You need a hand babe?" I ask, knowing the answer already.

"No...can you destroy that laptop please?" She commands in monotone.

I sigh. I smash it with one fist into pieces easily. It shatters underneath my strength which was somewhat satisfying, as I release some sexual tension I've had building inside me.

"Can you do this up for me Achilles?" She asks. She stands and turns her back towards me

Her backside was just as good as her front, with a hip to waist ratio you would only find in a Victoria's Secret catalogue. God damn.

"Are you sure you want it done up? Why don't we just take it off? I think that's a better idea."

"Achilles, in about five minutes we will have a swarm of fully armed men at our doorstep, could you please focus on the task at hand before I cut that tongue out of your pretty mouth?"

I chuckle to myself for gaining a reaction from my teasing and zip up the back of her dress.
"Yes master." I reply in a mocking tone.

She shakes her head then straps her pistols to her thighs and tucks her knife down the side of her boot. She then takes her Bible and shoves it in her bag of weapons. I call it the fun bag, she always scolds me when I say that.

"Ok I'm ready, take this." She hands me the fun bag and I throw the strap over my shoulder.

"We leave as quietly as possible." She says.

I nod then pick her, she wraps her arms around my neck then we step out into the night. It was cold, and she was hardly dressed for this, she tenses up the minute we approach the balcony railing.

"You should have worn your jacket love. It is winter you know..."

She rolls her eyes at me.
"Don't mother me!" She snaps.

I laugh at that, wondering if her mother was as cold and sharp as she was.
"I guess I'll have to keep you warm.." I reply and sneak a few fingers up her dress as I carry her. She swats the back of my head firmly and stares at me as if I've crossed into dangerous territory. Time to back off, I know that that glare means business and testing her further would surely leave me missing a body part or knocked unconscious.

"I'm just playing babe, calm down."

Her eyes soften and she shakes her head.
"See that building over there with the blue lights?"

She points to one of the tallest buildings in the city.
"Yes ma'am."

"Behind that is a parking lot, take us there, my employer has left transportation for us." She smiles wildly. Now that has me curious as to what type of transportation has caused such a reaction from my master. Feeling slightly jealous I offer my own ride.

"You know we could just take my chariot." I suggest while leaping from building to building.

"That thing is so bright you could replicate the sun with it. I'm not interested in being a target today Achilles. I know you like chaos but I like silent killing much better." She replies.

"Awww, you're no fun...but I guess you're right. Wouldn't want to get that dress of yours covered in blood just yet." I wink at her and she groans in annoyance.

"Right, god forbid I get my dress covered in blood" she replies sarcastically.

I chuckle at her and set her down in the parking lot just beyond the tower she had pointed out. It was a small dark unlit lot, hidden and out of the way from the streets down a back alley.  In the center is a matte black Lamborghini. I swear my heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. I am a man of exquisite creation, and the smooth lines of this car was blowing my mind.

"Can I drive?!" Overly excited.

"No." She replies in monotone as she walks to the driver's seat.

"You don't trust my driving?" I protest, placing a hand over my heart as if she had insulted me.

"No." She says once again in monotone. "Get in the car." Then she punches in the key code to open the doors.

"You're such a downer Anna!" I whine and reluctantly situate myself into the passenger seat.

She turns the key and the car growls at us, which is turning me on more than it should. But if I really think about it, I have a hot woman in a hot car and we're in battle together, all the things that I find extremely thrilling for me why wouldn't I have a hard on?.

"Buckle up, Achilles."

I do as she says.
"Are we planning on breaking some speed limits?"

And for the second time today, she grins slyly and excitement fills her eyes. They seem to be dazzling in the city lights. She was something else, something dreams were made of. At least for me she was.

"I like it fast,'' she says." In a smooth as glass voice. Then she revs the engine and throws it into first squealing the tires as we tear out of the parking lot.

I close my eyes as I replay her words in my head, picturing her metaphorical speed on top of me and I let her take me on the ride of my life.

—————————————————