#wavesborn

               that’s it , she’s after him again , a vicious cycle - it doesn’t matter how she’s ended up in his room - it’s a blur really , him calling her niñata , her calling him gilipollas - tension and temperature rising , until one of them popped the bubble - and now they’re in his room , she’s straddling his waste nails dragging down his chiselled chest , digging into his hips as the femme undid his belt. “  dime que quieres .  .  .  ”she’s leaning down as digits undid the zipper of his jeans , teeth sinking into the plump of her bottom lip as she looked at him , but then something catches her attention , hand palming his member through his boxers , a pair of scissors laying on the night stand - and there’s this particular glimmer in her eyes , or maybe the fact that the corners of her lips twitch that gives away the fact that she’s had an idea. “   i’ll do whatever you want me to .  .  .  ” alejandra whispers as she leans down , presses a kiss to his lips - attempts to distract him as she reached for the scissors , and then she’s pulled back , blade against his neck - soft low chuckle parting her lips , and she rolls her hips down against his , her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “  never mind .   .   . anton yo creo que voy a hacer lo que yo quiera .  .  . ¿¿ vale , bebé ??  ”

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             crimson stains her fingertips , knife held by a delicate hand as her body hovered over her most recent victim. she’s built an empire , made a name for herself - she wasn’t linked to her f a t h e r anymore. a name for herself , alejandra vázquez - c r a v e d to kill those who got in the way of her search for power. anton seemed to be the only one who saw her as an equal , or so she felt like he did - ever underestimating her , always knowing what she was capable of - and she hears steps behind herself , her gaze flickering to the all too familiar male as she looked over her shoulder , lips curling into a smirk. she’s his , he’s hers - maybe not officially , labels were something they both never discussed - but she knows something was there. “   sorry , things got a bit m e s s y - she came to drop a message. ” a threat , - the other big name in the industry attempting to scare the blonde , scare her away - make her drop her p l a n , but surely the message they had attempted to send would only backfire - picture snapped with her phone , blood now staining the screen of the device - before she slides it into the back pocket of her jeans - lips curling into a smirk - “   you’ve got to admit it , bebé .  .  . there’s no one better at this than me -  ” she’s talking about killing , the act of murder - assassination .  .  . she works for herself now , has somehow managed to get others to follow her l e a d , do whatever she said - if anyone got in her way , or his way - regardless of his business being completely unrelated to her own - she’d make sure to make whatever idiot p a y. but she moves , wipes her hands on the corpse’s shirt , steps closer to anton - mocha hues watching his features - it’s almost as if she can sense that something’s wrong - “  you okay ??  ” but he speaks up , the words spoken by him causing her lips to part , features softening. kiss her , he wants to kiss her - alejandra wasn’t sure the reason why , but she knows him - affection being something he never showed often - so she’ll take whatever she can get - her hand lifting , digits tilting his chin - and she leans in , soft kiss pressed to his lips. but .  .  . was there something wrong ?? it’s a question the femme couldn’t seem to shake - “  - anton .  .  . ¿¿ pasa algo ??  ”

▌█ ∵  🔪 ∵ █ ▌ Arms crossed over her chest as gaze narrowed looking to the other. Fingers running along edge of closed butterfly knife in her hand slowly. She needed to contain herself before something became something more than it needed to be. Control the anger even if buttons were being pushed intensely. ❝And you are as well Darling. You had better watch the next words that come out of your god damn mouth.❞ Hand carefully drops weapon into purse with a gentle clatter before hands curled into a tight fist.  ❝If I were you would think before you speak again. Think long and hard because you never know who you are dealing with. And darling, I am a hurricane when I get angry and I will destroy everything in my path. So if you would like to proceed in our line crossing and have something happen, do so at your own god damn risk.❞

@wavesborn ❤ '𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ( 𝐢𝐬𝐡 ) 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 !

For Clint! 

▌█ ∵  🔪 ∵ █ ▌ Red tresses fall over black clad shoulders before small chuckle fell past her lips. If he truly thought he knew her he was mistaken. She could fool anyone if she wished so at his words she rose from her desk and shook her head. ❝Darling, you only know the set of ethics I want you to know. The ones for this place, for what I do in the day.❞ Photos in hand as she placed them in a box with a label for pick up before leaning back against the counter along the wall. Head tilted as a rather serious and frankly terrifying expression fell onto her features replacing formally calm and cool facade.  ❝ You have no idea who I am or where my morality lays, I can promise you that much. Work does not determine anything, granite is just as breakable as any other counter top they just take longer to crack. And sometimes people get the fakes so I would be careful with who you say such things too Darling.❞