Marrying my husband's greatest rival

Remember why you are here.

Calliope's P.O.V

"Remember why you are here, Calliope. Find your target and make your way over to him. Once you're close, I'll create a distraction, and you'll get to work. The sooner it's done, the sooner we can leave."

He whispers in my ear. I nod and scout the room for the man in the picture...

When I spotted my victim at a nearby table in the corner to my left, I take a deep breath, then exhale and give Lutz's arm a squeeze, letting him know that I had found the man before I made my way over to where he was. Lutz hands me a briefcase. I'm confused at first, but he gently nods his head at the man's feet, indicating to me that I should swap the briefcases.

I guess I was so amazed at how this place looked that it didn't even occur to me that Lutz had a briefcase identical to the one the guy had and a glass of champagne the one he had taken from the waiter... I took the briefcase and the glass from him and walked over to my target...

I've done this so many times, I'm pretty sure I could do it in my sleep... that didn't mean I still didn't get nervous every time I had an assignment to do. I took a tiny sip from the glass, making sure Lutz didn't see me. He hates the thought of me drinking. He always says things turn messy when alcohol is involved.

When I'm close enough to the guy, I bump into him, making sure to spill my entire glass over both of us, then quickly set the briefcase down next to his, making sure mine is behind his... before he even gets a chance to say anything, Lutz is behind me yelling like a crazy drunken maniac...

I retrieve the briefcase from the floor the front one, and get my ass out as soon as I can... I faintly hear Lutz yelling about a wife, something about cheating, and then I'm out the front door, the cool air hits me in the face and I inhale deeply. That was quicker and easier than the last time I said to myself...

Lutz driver flashes his lights at me and I rush over to the car and as soon as my butt hits the back seat he takes off. I turn to the back and look at the building. Lutz is nowhere in sight and I panic slightly...

"No worries, his fine just got a text from him. He told me to drop you at the club he will meet you there."

I sank back into the seat and sighed.

Whenever Lutz and I were out on business, we never left without each other. It was just this unspoken rule we had between us... he had my back and I had his. That's how it has always was ever since I started working for him. When we arrive at the club, Lutz is waiting for me in the parking lot...

I jumped out of the car and rushed to him. I don't even bother to ask him how he got there before me. I'm just so happy that he got out okay... I wrapped my arms around him while holding onto the briefcase and placed my head on his chest, definitely a big brother. I don't know what I'd do without him.

"Aww, she missed me."

He jokes...

"You're a f*****g asshole we aren't supposed to leave each other behind."

I say, scowling up at him.

"I had to make sure you got out of there before he noticed the briefcase was gone."

He says.

We walk into the club after I hand him the briefcase and I find his room to change. I don't bother taking the dress and shoes with me. Lutz always makes sure it got back to the shop. I go in search of him to tell him that I'm on my way, but the guy at the door, his name is Jimmy or something like that, tells me that Lutz is in a meeting, so I leave.

The walk from the club to my tent is not that far, so I decline when Lutz driver asks me if I want a ride... the walk clears my mind and brings me some sort of happiness... I've always loved taking walks, sightseeing, spending my time at the beach watching people... I remember one night coming home from the beach.

I went there looking for peace, then ended up spending more time there than I should have... I was around the age of 12. I just wanted to get away. I needed some place quiet, to clear my mind, to remember why I was standing in as a mother to my siblings when I should have been able to enjoy my childhood...

Things were getting too much in the tent. I loved them, but god knew I needed to get away. I was tired of coming up empty, returning to a tent filled with hungry children... looking at me with hungry eyes every time I made it home empty-handed. I hated the responsibility of looking after them when I was just a child myself...

I hated mum for leaving such a heavy weight on my tiny shoulders... I sat there crying on my knees, feeling sorry for myself, hating the world and my life. When I was done with crying and feeling sorry for myself, when my mind cleared enough for me to remember where I was, it was dark.

I pulled my sorry ass up from the white sandy floor and walked home... I made it. I could see the last turn I needed to take to get to the tent when a car pulled up next to me... the driver asked me if I needed a ride and I said no. The car stopped beside me and two men jumped out of the back, pulling me into the car...