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Raelynn's pov:

"He's moving toward you."

I heard my twin brother, Ryker, said through the earpiece that was in my left ear. It was well hidden with my black hair on my shoulder.

(Raelynn's outfit⬆️)

"One whiskey for me,"

The new voice by my side, said.

I moved my hand in which I was holding my drink, in a circular motion, looking down at the cherry in the bottom of the liquid. I knew he was staring at me as I could feel his eyes roaming my body. I tried to hide my irritated expression by frowning to look sad.

I usually do a little conversation with the bartender, pretending to be drunk and telling my sad life story to gain my target's attention but tonight, it looks like it won't be needed.

Poor Jace got in a bartender outfit tonight...

"Ma'am, do you want a refill?" Jace asked me, making me look up at him.

I sighed, "Nah I'm fine."

"Ok," he gave me one of his sneaky smirks before going to the back.

Jace was one of my friends and partner in crime when it comes to the Mafia. Most of the time, I like to take him with me on missions as we both share the same way of work thus having fewer arguments on decisions.

Tonight he was pretending to be the bartender.

"What's such a lovely woman doing here at the bar alone at 11:45 p.m?"

The target finally spoke to me.

I turned to look at him for the first time. I only saw one of his pictures before this mission.

He looks uglier in person...

He looks short, chubby, rond stomach, and had ginger hair. He was also wearing a weird pair of gold round sunglasses. There were at least 10 gold necklaces around his neck, no doubt to show his wealth... or to get girls' attention.

"Celebrating my lonely night," I answered back.

He smirked, showing one of his gold teeth. He proceeds to remove his sunglasses, giving me the chance to look at his grey eyes.

His eyes were pretty.

"Those are eye contacts," he chuckled as if reading my mind.

Oh.

Nevermind...

"This bar seems cheap for you... what are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Well, I'm just looking for lonely ladies who wanna feel less lonely for the night." He leaned a bit by my side, his hand reaching to rub my hip.

I clenched my hand around the glass while I gave him a fake smile. Before I could talk, I heard Ryker.

"You have to do it now, forget the hard-to-get moment. The guards will do their first round in 5 minutes and will lock the back door, get him out now!" Ryker stated through the earpiece.

Ok.

"You know what, you are right," I said, making him smile wider.

"I might take your offer... I mean if there is one." I smiled.

"Of course, how about I buy you a drink first then-"

"No, I kinda want it now," I stated.

I heard Ryker laugh, "Way to sound needy."

I'll deal with him later...

"Your choice, let's go."

We both turned around and stood up. He was going to go to the main door when I stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"Can we go through the back door? My car is there." I told him.

He shrugged, "Sure."

He's too easy...

We made our way to the back door. Luckily no guard was standing there. I felt his hand sneak around my waist and it took me a lot of control to not kick him right then.

We needed him to be outside.

I opened the door and stepped outside, he followed me.

"Where is your car?" He inquired as he look around at the alley.

Before I could reply, the back door opened again. This time Jace walked out with his normal clothes; Black jean, a blue t-shirt and his signature black leather jacket.

"I'll be your ride back home, Henrick," Jace stated as he stood by my side.

Henrick was caught off guard when Jace said his name. He took a step back looking back and forth at me and Jace.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"Running away will only make it worst," I said as I noticed the change in his posture; he turned sideways to have a better chance at running.

"Who the fuck are you!?"

"Let me do a quick introduction." Jace started," I'm Jace and she's one of the Rebel Twins."

His eyes widened. As I predicted, he run away. I shook my head as I look at Jace, "You were waiting all night to do this, weren't you?"

He laughed, "It's always funny."

Not gonna lie, it is...

"Let's go get him," I say as I walked forward.

"Wait, it's freezing."

"I'm good," I reassured him.

I began to walk along the alley. Few seconds later, I felt a warm pressure on my shoulder making me turned to my side.

"I told you I'm okay," I told Jace as I held onto his leather jacket.

"Right, tough girl." He commented sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

We turned to the corner and saw Ryker and some other guys from our Mafia putting the unconscious body of Henrick in the van.

We knew Ryker was by the corner that's why we didn't hurry to get Henrick.

"He put up a nice two minutes fight," Ryker commented as he stood by us.

"When will you send him to Jules?" Jace inquired.

"Tomorrow morning... I'll have to go with him and meet up with Jules," Ryker responded.

"I'll go with you." Jace volunteered.

Now a little more about ourselves; Ryker and I are twins.

We both entered the Mafia world when we were only 17 years old. It's been 8 years and we were both going strong. Our dad was the one who trained us, guided us and helped us to be where we were today.

Our father was once a leader too but six years ago, he stepped away and let us take over. Since then Ryker and I have made ourselves known. Dad still has his business where he buys and sells weapons.

Dad chose the name the 'twin fighter' for us but we didn't like it at all. So instead we named ourselves the 'Rebel Twin'. Both of our initials start with 'R' so it felt right to pick the rebel twin as our name.

The Rebel Twin