It only took a day for them to come back and buy me from the pound, Jose cried. I stared at her blankly as she did, I really don't know what's wrong with that woman but hopefully, she figures it out. As I walked gradually out of the gates I let the refreshing breeze hit my skin, dehydrated skin. Fresh air and somewhat freedom made the colors around me sharper. I listened to the outside noises I only got a brief hour to hear in prison when they let us in the yard. Cars passing, the wind brushing against trees, the gravel getting ran over and walked on. But yet I am still a prisoner in a way. Ross stepped out of the black jeep fixing his tie as I approached.

"Welcome out" He nodded, and I just tilted my head at him. He wasn't scared of me or threatened. I bet he thought he could take me, he was the one with the gun. For now. He pulled a collar-looking thing from the seat and gave me a glimpse. "It's for our protection and everyone else's" He reassured. My lip lifted. "I'm flattered".

He latched it around my neck, it wasn't heavy. To the regular eye, it looked like a very kinky choice of fashion. He opened the jeep door for me and I slid in to be met with Pirate behind the wheel. He avoided looking at me and it made a satisfying grin form on me. Ross got in and we began moving. He reached in a case and pulled out a red folder, handing it back to me.

"Make sure everything is correct please"

"And do you want that to be relayed in human or dog?" He turned, "what?".

"You put a collar on me, if I realized you two were into things like this I would've brought my bone" He huffed, turning back to the road. I opened the folder and my face fell. My whole upbringing stared back at me. Everything from the day I was first documented down in history to now, a burning fit of rage formed in me. I ripped everything up. Both their alert eyes flew back. Ross was going to say something but let it go with a heavy sigh. "That was childish"

"Choke and die"

"Mature" pirate grinned unamused. I didn't care. I fought the urge to strangle him. I fought hard. I haven't experienced what this collar would do, but I've seen enough movies to realize nothing good.
"When we get to the building, please keep your hands to yourself" It's like he could read my murderous mind. "No Promises," I said firmly. "That's why I have the remote to your collar," Pirate responded dryly.

"You step out of line, you get shocked" He relayed. "So I'm being treated like a dog?"
"Exactly" He smiled. I stared, fascinated by it. He caught it and it dropped immediately.
The building they were talking about was in the middle of nowhere, a large wide building surrounded by trees and forest. It was all black and barely had any windows. The sound of nature around us made my senses relax and the taste and smell of fresh clean air put a genuine smile on my face. I missed this. I missed being outside. I always felt so connected with nature, maybe because I hid a lot of bodies in it.

"Don't linger" One of the guards waiting for us to arrive ordered, pushing me interrupting my moment, my face ran blank as I stop and turned quickly sending a hard kick to his stomach making him stumble back, I grabbed his hair and before I could do anything else a burning sensation attacked my neck, a cry left me as I fell gripping the ground, I panted looking up at August with a glare. He had a smirk on his face that pissed me off. "I'm going to kill you slowly," I spat as my breath came back to me. This collar wasn't a joke. It fucking hurt.

"Get up," I scowled at him before raising to my feet. "Bitch," the guard said under his breath.

"When this thing comes off, I'm stabbing you in the dick," I whispered back at him.
We walked inside, and it looked like any other business building. We got inside an elevator and continued up to the fifth floor. Barely any people were here, or at least not any I found that brought a sudden urge to kill out me. When the doors opened, we were met with a nice apartment. Stepping out into a living room, took me off guard. I looked around the nice place and splashes of blood were pictured in my mind. I closed my eyes sending it away. I have a minor problem with picturing a gore scene in bright white places.

The walls were bright and open with windows, it smelled like cinnamon and almost every corner was riddled with cameras.

"Finally" A voice appeared behind us, coming out of a room to the right. A Tall but slim man walked past not looking up once from his tablet. He was older but had a childish way to his looks. I eyed Ross who moved slightly stiff. "I assume that's the girl?" He sighed sitting on one of the bright couches.

"The girl has a name, and an urge to paint your white walls now," I said coldly responding to his rudeness. I hate rude people. Unless they bring amusement to me. "So yes clearly" He gave a tight smile. August stepped next to me and with a glance from Ross, he guided me to a different room. I made it a point to keep my stare on the man until we were out of sight.

"You need to watch your mouth with your superiors" He stated opening a door in the long hallway. "I'm not a good boy like you, that's why my collar goes zap" I exhaled walking in. The room was the same as the first but a lady stood in front of a mirror and turned with a grin at our arrival. "Bane, so good to see you again!" she welcomed, her voice a little flirty.

The room was huge and didn't seem like it could fit in this apartment, the apartment didn't feel like it should fit in this building. It was lined with walls of clothing and fabrics, dummies with styles from dark and edgy to bright and flowery. It was a fashion studio basically.

"Hello Angela" He greeted, as we walked towards her. She almost but forced her eyes to me and a small grin landed on her lips. "You must be Vendetta, such a strong and powerful walk" She shooed him from my side and circled me. Her scent was light but it was demanding that you noticed its presence, her blue eyes and blonde hair circled and I never let her leave my sight. My face was neutral but on the inside, I pictured her neck in my hand. She was beautiful and had an elegant way to her, she was slim and tall but seem delicate. She stopped in front of me and a satisfied grin formed on her lips. "Oh this will be fun" She cooed, my head tilted at her slightly.

"Angela is a seamstress, she works with us as well" He spoke from against the wall, he was good at being seen and not heard. He watched me carefully with his arms folded but remote in hand to remind me not to get touchy.

"I give the field agents their looks, freshen them up when they first arrive. I also get to plan the outfit you wear on missions of importance like nightclubs or gang meets. I style you so you blend in" she winked. "But everyone has their own manner when they first come to me, I just help them appear presentable with it" She turned to grab a tape measure.

"And what's my 'review'?" I lifted my chin as she began circling again.

"You have confidence, that is well seen when you enter a room. You move in a way that's alluring and sexy, you know you are and you are aware of how to use it. Aware of how deadly you are too.." She spoke as she measured me, my eyes traveling to August watching with skeptic eyes. " The way your hips sway when you walk, to the way your voice slurs into one's ear. Your eye contact, the demand for respect, and flirt in it. You are the definition of strength mixed with sensual, you are captivating" He huffed and my lip curved at that. "That is your overall review..power".

"ou and don't I love that" I grinned wickedly meeting her eye. "You are something else" She studied my face. "Good or bad?" I teased. "Terrible" She winked. I huffed satisfyingly licking my bottom lip.

"Angela your fascination with killers will lead you to a painful end" He spoke breaking the tension building between me and her, possibly he's jealous. "A little flirting doesn't hurt anyone" She grinned at him, then met my eye with a flirty shine to them. "You can't flirt with people like her, while your thinking of peeling her clothes off, she's thinking of what your head would look like on a spike," He said contradicting. Her gaze met back to mine. "He's not lying" I whispered tilting my head seductively at her.

"Very well" she sighed. "Let's get started"

She put me in tight dark red jeans that stopped at my waistline and a black sexy top that I really am falling in love with as I admire myself in the mirror. It was solid black, and two thick straps of cloth covered my shoulders slowly connecting down to my midsection covering my boobs and revealing my chest with the right about of cleavage and tattoo, a black tinted see-through lace fell over it making it look more teasing. The black straps covered my side and under my boob but the rest was out, my sides and back were exposed making me seem even sexier.  My dark hair fell to the sides of my chest, she clipped at my layers making them cleaner and appear fluffy after the two years of no shampoo or conditioner. My hair was my favorite feature and she made sure to make it known.

I didn't let her put much on my face, she didn't complain. The time I've spent locked up made me even more grateful for my genes, my mother was beautiful and my dad had the bone structure of a god, and me the perfect mix of them both. I perceive I'm so cocky. I will continue to be. My face shape was slim but not thin, and my jawline to chin was a defined but gentle triangle, like the lines connecting a heart without the sharp point tho. High cheekbones and dimple lines, not circles appeared when I smirked or grinned. My eyes were naturally low, I had my mother's eyes. A dark deep grey mixed with brown specks and her long lashes that made it easy to be tempting without trying. I had a thin barely noticeable scar going through my right eye like a stereotypical bad guy but it didn't take away from what I had going, the small beauty mark under my right eye with it made me appear dangerous. One of my victims had a pocket knife, they were one of my favorites. I had dark tamed and arched brows and pouty lips that I thank my mommy for again. They really gave me the best weapon I could ever use. Being sexy as fuck. I slid the black-heeled shoes on and stood from the seat.

"I am amazing" she patted herself on the back as I made my way to August who kept his gaze neutral. "You like?" I smiled sweetly giving him a spin. "If I have nothing nice to say, I won't say nothing at all" He replied with the same tone. He didn't step back from my challenging stare and closeness, he matched it but stayed as solid as a soldier standing front. "I can't wait to break you" I let my eyes fall to his lips. He squinted slightly. "step back or you're going to be hurting" he tapped his finger against the remote in his hand. I made an 'ou' face but did as he asked bringing my attention back to the woman.

"tell me I'm your favorite doll you played dress-up with baby girl" I pouted, and she smiled. "You are up there" I made an irked expression. "disappointing, maybe the others might have to disappear"  I sighed. She laughed.

"I'm curious what's that around your neck?"

"A shock collar" I grinned. She frowned. "Why?" she looked at him.

"Ask him to remove it and I'll show you" I tilted my head taking a step towards her, for the first time since I've been in here she looked a bit fearful. She took a step back and he gave me a quick and painful warning shock.

"Down girl" He ordered enjoying that clearly. 

" I was just teasing" I gave him an eye. The door to the room opened and Ross walked in with a red case in hand, August wrapped his palm firmly around my arm and walked me out.

"You should touch me more often" I made eyes up at him.

"Touching you feels like putting my hand in acid" He smoothly stated jerking me to a stop.

"You're a big boy, you can handle a little burn" I shrugged. Ross ignored the comments but the man from earlier raised a brow at us. We stood in front of each other and my gaze locked on him.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Ms.Vendetta" he spoke.

"If only I had the same pleasure, they won't let me properly introduce myself the way I like" I coldly expressed.  He hummed and kept my eye as they dragged me into the elevator.

"Ready to go home?" Ross said as the door closed. I lifted my chin.

"I'm ready to be put on someone's doorstep"