My Wife Is My Nephew's Bodyguard

Black Flag Organisation's meeting room...

Silent.

Tense.

Cold.

Inside the room, there were two figures sitting face-to-face. One is a male around 30's, another one was a young woman in the mid-'20s. The tension can be seen on both faces. The man stared at the young woman helplessly, but the others choose to ignore him.

" Layla..."

" I refuse."

Once again, back to the square one. The man sighed, feeling tired all of sudden. The person in front of him giving an 'I-am-not-doing-it' vibe. He knows how hardheaded this young woman can be. No one can budge her once she decides to say 'No' or 'Yes'.

In Organisation, there were few of them dared to offend her. She's Layla, the only strongest female mercenary in the circle. Others can be said above average in the rank. A top 5 killers in the 'Killer' list.

Deadly skills. Ruthless killing. Merciless assassin under the banner of Black Flag Organisation.

But tonight, her roles soon be turned to being a joke. A protector, plus a babysitter to a 15 years old teen boy!

" I'm busy, so you can find someone else to take this ridiculous job. I'm off." Layla chose to breaks the tension first and went out after saying this sentence.

" Layla! Boss asked me, no, he ordered me to inform you that he accepting the mission on your behalf. He said you can't reject this job as you will be sentenced to a penalty. 5 years ban from the killer jobs." Hearing to this point, Layla body went rigid. She grits her teeth strong enough to been heard by the man. She turned to look back at the man and hissed,

" GO.TO.HELL!!" After that, she slammed shut the door, rattling the walls with the forces emitted from her strong strength.

The man closed his eyes, feeling ageing for ten years. After a moment of hesitation, he decides to call the Boss.

The call connected, and soon a cold, calm voice was heard from the opposite side.

" She refused?" the Boss's asisstant, Fred asked with certainty.

"...yes."

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Underground Black Flag's Bar...

Loud music blasting inside the bar that fills with customers and dancer in the middle of the hall. Layla sat silently at the corner of the bar counter. Several cups of alcohol emptied one by one as the music filling the place. She stared into space, spacing out thinking about her recent mission.

Two targets have been cleared by her last week. One is the President of a big company, another one was the Head of a mafia gang. She does as per usual, however, she felt something was off. Af if she missed some important clues from the mission description on the two targets. But, she chose to ignore it. All in all, the deed has been cleared. She soon will be assigned to a new mission.

A small beeping sounds vibrated inside her tight leather pant's pocket. She frowned, but still pulling it out to see. The Boss private code number flashed on the small screen. Her mouth twitched. Annoyed, she put it back into the pocket.

'Ignore it, ignore it' She chants these words repeatedly inside her mind.

But, soon a loud announcement was heard in the bar messenger machine. No, it should be the whole Organisation's bas.e.m.e.nt.

[Layla, don't be stubborn. Meet me in my room. Now.]

Simple messages, but it hurt Layla's mind. The tone of the sender sounded irritating, but she knows better. That bastard asking for a beating!

The rumour about the Boss accepting a 'babysit' job for the number two assassin in the Killer List has been spreading like wildfire amongst the Organisation's killer. Thinking of the man poker face, she grits her teeth and cursed him in her mind thousands times.

' BASTARD!!'

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