𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 ☞︎
𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 | 𝟮𝟭
"Reservation for Jones," Ariana said simply to the receptionist at the hotel she was about to accompany herself in for the next hour.
Tightly clutching her briefcase she politely smiled at the lady wishing she would speed up her progress. "I hope you enjoy your stay here."
The lady replied as she handed her the key card. Ari nodded as she walked off. Her heels clicked on the cold tile on the floor.
She decided to go for a simple businesswoman look for her disguise. She wasn't apprehensive about that though considering she would delete the camera footage of herself either way.
Reaching her room she took the key card and swiped the door waiting for the green light to show.
After gaining access, she immediately headed to the window to set up her station.
Ariana started an hour timer on her phone so she'd know exactly how much time she had left to get the job done.
As she opened her briefcase she grabbed her favorite sniper adding all the needed things to it like the silencer and the spotter.
A few years ago she had the sniper custom-made for her after the normal one showed some issues on the mission, but this one quickly became her favorite.
Once that was set up she grabbed the suction cups from her bag, attaching them to the window that faced the building her next target was in.
One of the main reasons she reserved this specific room was the great view and access it gave her. Using force, she quickly removed the glass and set it aside.
She grabbed the gun and aimed it out of the window. Looking through her scope she zoomed in on her target.
She took a moment to look at his file. He's a runner for an influential gang in the west but lately, he had been selling information to the feds.
Which caused him to be in the predicament he was in right now. As it was Ariana's job to fix problems like this.
Focusing her aim she counted to 3 before slowly pulling the trigger. She watched as the bullet rushed through the window of the building and into the man's head.
Killing him instantly, she watched for about a minute to make sure he was dead though she doubted he'd survive a bullet to the temple. This was just to ensure efficiency for her clients.
Especially since her reputation made people expect nothing less from her. Being known as the grim reaper because of how much death followed her.
She picked up the timer and looked to see how long she had left. After putting up her gun she took her work phone, an untraceable flip phone she used to contact her clients.
Clicking her latest client's number she waited as it rang. When they answered she turned on a setting that changed how her voice sounded. "Done," She said before hanging up.
Going through her contracts she pressed her cleaner's contact sending a quick text with the address and room number of the victim.
Quickly after that, a notification came to her real phone, and 3 million dollars were deposited into one of her overseas accounts.
She grabbed her laptop out of the briefcase and sat it on the table near her. She sat down comfortably waiting for it to load.
Typing quickly she illegally hacked into the hotel security footage looking for the cameras from today with her visibly in it.
Of all the skills Ari had picked up over the years, hacking was by far the hardest to learn and the most helpful.
It helped her gain access to her targets' personal affairs so that she could find their routines.
However, it also helped her in times like this, and most importantly allowed her to keep her identity as an assassin hidden.
Most didn't seem to know that the reaper was a woman. Not even her top clients.
She never trusted them enough to even meet them in person which is why most of their dealings were on untraceable phones.
It's how she managed to stay in the shadows for so long, always evading the police and being one step ahead of all of her enemies.
With her profession, she had a long list of people who wanted her dead. Therefore, she couldn't be too careful.
This was one of the main lessons she was taught as a child by her dad. She couldn't afford to let her guard down or it would cost her her life.
After she was finished photoshopping herself out of all the camera footage she packed up her gun and started to put the glass back on the window.
Being careful not to leave any evidence, she wiped everything she came into contact with.
Finally walking out of the room, she walked through the hotel hallway avoiding all of the cameras.
Smoothly ascending the staircase she proceeded to the parking garage to retrieve her all-black Lamborghini truck.
It was a gift from her brother for her 20th birthday and is one of her favorite cars to drive. It had tinted windows and stars on the interior.
She always loved stars' interior designs and it made her feel special when her brother remembered.
As she drove off her phone rang showing her brother's contact information. She clicked the answer button in her car causing it to connect to Bluetooth.
"Hey, are you going to make it today?" Armani, Ari's brother asked as the phone was answered.
While driving through city traffic, Ari asked, "Yea, who's going to be there?". It was around 6 o'clock so she had just run into Chicago's rush hour.
"Just me and you, I know your ass hates it when the gang comes," He said chuckling thinking about the last time all of them were there.
Every Tuesday Ariana and Armani always make time to go to the gym together.
Mainly to stay in shape and stay sharp on their skills but it was also just to spend quality time together though neither of them would admit it.
Ari rolled her eyes thinking about the time Armani had brought his friends to the gym.
She had to cuss their asses out because they wouldn't stop hitting on her and they were all trying desperately to impress her.
"I thought you had business to take care of today?" Armani asked which was why he called to confirm if she was coming. He didn't think she could finish in time and still meet with him.
"It was in the city so I didn't have to go far." She replied keeping it simple. "I'll see you when you get here, I love you," He said before hanging up.
As she approached the gym, she parked before grabbing her gym bag out of her trunk.
Ari started to walk into the gym, mindful of her surroundings as she walked to the women's locker rooms.
Due to her brother owning the gym, she didn't even have to show any membership or anything. This is because the workers knew her as their boss's little sister.
Once she was finished changing, she walked out of the lockers with her bag toward her brother.
He was in front of a large mirror doing his standard stretches. When he spotted her he smiled before giving her a side hug.
"Wassup, I almost started without yo' ass" He joked as he started back doing his stretches. She rolled her eyes before joining him.
"How is mama doing?" Ari asked as she touched her toes. Being flexible and strong also made her job easier, so staying in the gym was beneficial.
"Same as always, begging for me to get you to come to Sunday dinners" he stated sparing her a glance. He hoped she'd finally say yes.
Ari huffed as she switched her stretches from her arms to her legs. That familiar burning sensation she always got from working out appeared as she stretched.
With an eye roll, Ariana asked, "Why? for her to judge me all the time?". She and her mother's relationship was complicated, to say the least.
Armani said as he walked over to the weight bench, "Ariana just looks out for you. She's not stupid. She knows what you do."
When she was done stretching she walked over to the dumbbells and picked up some within her weight limit. "She knows what you do as well, but I don't see you getting the same treatment," Ari said simply.
Even though Armani didn't kill people for money like his sister he took over their dad's business as the biggest drug ring in Chicago. As a way to cover up his money trail, he always told his mom about these businesses instead of telling her about them.
Although their mother was aware of the wrong things their kids did, she never hid her disapproval of Ariana.
"I think it's because you remind her more of dad, she just doesn't want you to end up like him"
Armani regretted it immediately. Ariana never wanted to talk about their father's death.
"Papa died trying to save me, end of the discussion. Until she stops seeing me as daddy and starts seeing me as my own person we'll never have common ground." Ari stated as she started lifting the weights up and down.
Armani decided to leave it alone for the moment. He hated being in the middle of their arguments but he also hated when the two could barely stand to be in the same room together.
Which he couldn't blame Ari for because she was right. Their mama did tend to be harsh on Ariana even though he did illegal things as well.
"Let's fight," He said pointing to the boxing ring. Ariana smiled before putting her dumbbells back. Even with the major differences in their physiques, Ariana loved sparring with her brother.
She felt as if it gave her a realistic fighting experience. She was 5'4 and weighed 150 pounds. She couldn't expect every opponent to be the same size as her.
So fighting her brother helped her learn how to outsmart and beat people much larger and stronger than her.
As they reached the mat they both got into a stance before Armani said go. Ariana immediately charged at him with a kick to the stomach. He grabbed her leg before twisting it to make her fall.
Not willing to let herself hit the ground, Ariana quickly punched him in the stomach, forcing him to let go of her leg. This time Armani countered with a punch to her arm which she dodged by ducking.
When they were younger their dad made sure they took classes to learn how to defend themselves.
So they were both well-rounded in different fighting techniques. This was another reason Ari loved sparring with him. He was an opponent that challenged her all around.
"So you still fucking with that one girl?" Armani asked his sister as they fought. Due to them both mastering defense and offense, this would take a while.
"Eh, kinda but imma cut shawty off soon," she said before aiming for his head which he easily dodged.
"You said that same shit last time, why won't you just settle down with her?" He asked countering her attack. "Nigga you know I'm not the girlfriend type." She said rolling her eyes at him.
"Oh yeah—Ari, don't let nobody get too close to her and shit" he half-joked. It was true though, his sister had never given anybody the time of day.
Apart from the girl they were talking about right now, from his knowledge, they weren't beyond the fuck buddy stage yet.
"Shut up before I beat yo ass," she said as she dodged another punch. She kicked him in the side before swiping his feet making him fall to the ground.
Armani groaned as he hit the ground. Ariana laughed looking down at him. "I was distracted," he said as he looked up at her. She rolled her eyes before holding her hand out.
"Let's go again"
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Excuse my mistakes