THREE
- flashback

❛ You seem to be the eager one ❜

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YEARS EARLIER.

Vanessa knew she had fucked up when she agreed to stitch up Tangerine after his mission had failed even though she was the one who had been assigned to murder him and his brother.

She had spent the whole night following the twins and had questioned herself why do these two need killing? The pair had laughed together, argued constantly and acted like genuine people. She had watched as they tried to complete their mission, Tangerine getting shot in the thigh and Lemon had shouted for someone to help.

At first, Vanessa believed that could be her way to get into killing them, but once she slipped them both into a safe area and began patching Tangerine up, she realised they weren't actually horrible people like she was originally told.

Tangerine had been too tired to even bother battering an eye lid at her at the time, but Lemon enjoyed the way she didn't asked questions and smiled gently every time his brother would mutter something stupid under his breath. Lemon had stood nearby on lookout but every now and again check up on them to see Vanessa staring at Tangerine's relaxed face and whispering comforting words. There was something there, and he could tell.

After stupidly exchanging phone numbers and returning to their own separate hotel rooms, Vanessa got a call from her boss.

"Have you done it?"

Surprisingly and extremely reluctantly, Nessa told the truth, "No, sir. I didn't. The mission was compromised, slightly."

She knew he was angry the second he hung up the phone without even bothering to reply. Her boss was a very powerful man, and could easily have a whole squad of men knocking down her hotel door and dragging her away in a matter of minutes. So, she just sat patiently on her bed and waited. There was no point running, or calling the police; she would be found either way.

But the last thing she expected or wanted was to receive a phone call from her brother's phone at three in the morning.

"Why the fuck are you awake?" She grumbled, flicking on her bedside table light with a small groan.

"He's been awake for a while now," Her bosses voice spoke, and her blood ran cold as she heard James' scream of agony in the distance, "Though, I'm not sure he will be for much longer. This is what happens when you fuck up on an easy mission. There are always consequences."

"You fucking bastard," She yelled, "Let him—"

The line went dead and she was left with nothing but his distant screams of pain replaying in her mind. In a fit of rage, she had destroyed the hotel room. Throwing the lamp across the space and punching and kicking holes in the walls. Somehow, she had even managed to rip the TV from the wall.

After an hour, she slid down the wall slowly, staring at the floor in front of her as she reached up to her face, expecting to feel tears but there was nothing. There was a smear of blood on her cheek from her bleeding hands, but not a single trace of tears.

A loud knock sounded at the door, and Vanessa believed that was it. That was her end. But as a voice called out from the other side she exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Shit. I can't remember her fucking name," The person muttered, "Nellie? No. Fuck, what were it?"

Another voice replied gruffly, "How the actual fuck would I know? I was half dead!" Knocks rattle the door once more, "Excuse me, love? You okay in there?"

Vanessa eventually pulled herself up off the floor and slinked towards the door, pulling it open slightly and using her body to block their view of the room.

Tangerine and Lemon stood in front of her. The curly haired brother with a crutch under his arm. Their eyes trail Vanessa's body, looking at her bleeding hands as she holds the door open and her messy hair.

"What do you want?" She mutters lowly.

"Heard the banging and shouting," Lemon explains, "You did us a bloody favour earlier so wanted to come see if we could repay it by helping you out."

She shakes her head, "I'm fine," She tries a smile, failing miserably. She steps back slightly, about to close the door, "My name's Vanessa, or Nessa, by the way." She slams the door shut in their faces, leaving the two men staring at the wood before glancing over at one other in confusion.

"Great fucking plan, Lemon," Tangerine hisses, "Let's just go check on her and maybe she'll let us inside for a cuppa. What kind of fucking moron would do that?"

"The same fucking moron that stitched your leg up earlier and removed the bullet," He grumbles in response, pulling his brother down the hallway, "Just thought you could finally branch out and try get with someone for once."

Vanessa heard Tangerine snap back a harsh reply but couldn't make out his words perfectly. She pushed away from the door and trudged sluggishly towards her bed before collapsing down onto the mattress.

Suddenly, a phone began to ring, the light form the screen illuminating the corner where she threw the device earlier. She made her way over to it, dropping down onto the floor as she picked up the device, immediately answering after reading the contact name.

"James?" She whispered.

"You— you fucking eejit," Her brother croaked from the other side.

Her back straightened at his voice, "Holy fucking shit. James? Are— are you okay?"

He forced out a laugh, "I have a stab wound in my hand, a concussion and a whole lot of fucking trauma. So, what do you think?"

Her chin dropped to her chest, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," He groans lowly, "But why on god's green earth didn't you complete the mission?"

"The men I was supposed to kill," She begins, pulling her knees up to her chest, "The Twins; Tangerine and Lemon. I stitched Tangerine up, and— and— fuck, well, they didn't seem like who boss said they were."

He hums in understanding, "And who were they if they weren't what boss said? They're still very much murderers."

"Yes. But so am I. They aren't like those bastards who fucking kill for no reason," She explained, running a hand through her hair, "They're relatively normal."

"Normal?" He chuckled, "They're assassins and you're calling them normal."

Vanessa squeezed her eyes shut, "Go get your hand fixed and rest your body for a few days, James. I'll see you when I next fucking see you. I need to go pay for damage repairs on this hotel room. Bye."

"Damage repairs? Wha—"

Removing her device from her ear, she hung up and picked herself up from the floor before dropping down once more on the bed with a sigh. 

❁

Vanessa pulled herself up the hotel steps at the crack of dawn, not a single person to be heard or in sight. Her gun hands by her side while her face is littered with blood splatters. Her chest continues to pump up and down as her body has been able to relax since she pulled the trigger that sent a bullet flying into her bosses head.

What she had done was stupid, but most things she did were. Most things with Vanessa are impulsive or driven by anger and after her boss nearly murdered her brother, she had no choice but to kill him for it.

Slamming her hotel door shut behind her, she slipped into the bathroom quickly, flicking the shower on and throwing her clothes off in a hurry to get rid of her bosses blood as it soaked her skin.

Unbeknownst to Vanessa, Tangerine was waiting in her kitchen. He had heard the door open and close but only moments later the shower had been flicked on.

In the week that Vanessa planned out her bosses assassination, she had become quite close with Tangerine. They spent most nights at the local pub, which was her undercover work place. Occasionally, they would come back to her room only to be interrupted by Lemon snoring on her couch waiting for the both of them to return. They both had a spare key for her room because after the night where she had destroyed the room, they wanted to make sure she was okay.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Vanessa leant against the kitchen doorway, her eyes narrowed at Tangerine's figure.

He slowly straightened up, turning his head to her with a small smirk playing his lips as his eyes flicked up and down her body, noticing the only thing she had hiding herself was her robe.

"Lemon was being fucking irritating, and I haven't seen you for days," He begins to make his way over to her, "Where on earth have you been? No one's fucking heard from you."

Like I said before, Vanessa is an impulsive led person so she's blaming that on why she kissed him and he returned it, his hands immediately finding her waist as if they had done it before. She felt his lips curl into a smile against hers, and she cursed at herself internally but didn't stop.

"Straight to the point as always, love," He mumbled, slowly walking the pair backwards towards her bed as she ran a hand through his hair, "Fuck."

The back of his knees hit the bed, and she pulled away for a moment, allowing him to see the blush blossoming her cheeks. Instead of saying anything, she just gazed up at him for a moment before pushing him back onto the bed and she crawls over him.

He pursed his lip, grabbing her waist and flipping them both over so he's hovering over her with a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her glare up at him in annoyance.

"Stop frowning," He mumbled, kissing her once more, pulling one of her legs up to curl around his waist, "It ruins this pretty face of yours."

One hand held onto the back of his neck while the other began to undo the strap of her robe. It fell open and Tangerine ran his tongue over his teeth with a smirk before kissing her eagerly again while her hands travelled down to his trouser buttons.

He tilted his head, "Someone's eager."

She met his gaze while her fingers continued to undo his buttons. He shuffled his trousers off and her hand ran over his erection, causing his to clench his jaw.

She smirked up at him, "You seem to be the eager one."

His pressed his lips onto hers while grinding his hips against her core causing her to push her own pelvis up against his as he deepened the kiss with a small moan. He sat up with her leg still wrapped around his waist as he shrugs off his jacket, throwing it carelessly to the floor. His kept his eyes on hers while he unbuttoned his dress shirt. Finally, he discarded it onto the floor and lowered back down again. She raised her head slightly, capturing his lips in a kiss while running a hand down his abs and to the band of his boxers.

He allowed her to tug them down slightly before he slipped them off the rest of the way. He moaned against her lips as her hand curls around his erection gently, running up and down it before pushing her hips up against his.

Taking the hint, Tangerine reached down between their bodies to direct his cock against her core. She throws her head back as he thrusts into her, his hand now tangling in her dark hair as he lips dropped to her exposed neck while he continued his smooth thrusting movements. He listens to her moans as she scratches as his back while he groans into her neck in bliss.

"Ness, fuck," He called quietly as she circled her hips.

She met his eyes once more and watched as his eyelids flutter closed in awe.

She likes this man, a whole fucking lot but she has a slight feeling they will regret this morning in the morning.

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WORD COUNT: 2024

a small bit of smut
which is badly written

this chapter isn't not proof read YET.