You were like a siren, luring men to their death. Your job was simple really, you seduced men and tricked them into thinking there was no issue between them and J. Most men were easy enough, give them a drink, show a little skin here and there and convince them to come back to J’s club with you. You knew once you delivered these men J would kill them, but you never stuck around to watch.
You were the key piece in Mister J’s game, and you never lost. Tonight however, was presenting itself as a challenge. You circled the man sitting in the leather black chair batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke. “Mister J is growing impatient Nick, he wants his money.” Nick remained calm, and surprisingly so as he spoke. “He doesn’t want my money sweetie, he wants my head. There’s a reason they call you the angel of death.” You bent over resting your hands against the chair on either side of Nick. "We both know that if Mister J wanted you dead, you’d be dead already.“ Nick let out a small laugh. "You have a reputation y/n, you collect men and lead them to the slaughter. How does a girl like you end up working jobs like this anyway?” You stood back a serious expression now plastered on your face. “A girl like me has bills to pay, and in this field I have to do very little to get paid a lot of money.” The grin never left his face. “You may be able to fool other men with that sweet smile and sexy charm, but today you go back to Joker empty handed.” You walked toward Nick and snaked your arm around his shoulder. “Aw come on Nick, just come back to the club with me and we can work this all out.” Nick stood up from his seat and proceeded to walk to the door. “It’s a death trap and I’m not walking into it.” And with that he left you alone in the back room. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. J was gonna be pissed.
You returned to J’s club without Nick and headed to his office. You knew he would be angry that you didn’t deliver. You had never before returned to the club empty handed and you expected nothing less than to pay the price for it, what that price was however you weren’t sure. You stood outside J’s office preparing for the worst. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. J’s right hand man Frost greeted you from the other side. “Y/n.” You faked a confident smile and addressed him as you walked past. “Hiya Frostie.” J looked up from his desk with a smile on his face when he heard your voice. “Ah, y/n, have ya got a present for me?” Your smile faltered a bit. “Not exactly Mister J, he uh, um. I couldn’t get him to come back with me. He knows you want him dead J.” J’s smile faded and was replaced by a look of seriousness. “Are you losing your touch y/n? Perhaps you’re not as valuable as you use to be.” J stood up from his desk. “Please J, I haven’t lost anything, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve and I can get him here.” J walked toward you and your heart began to race. He ran one hand down your shoulder before he spoke. “I suggest you use those tricks then doll, I’d hate to see a pretty little thing like you laying dead in a gutter somewhere.” You shuttered at the thought. “I’ll bring him to you J I swear.” J’s smile returned. “That’s my girl."
J walked back to his desk and pulled out a gun from one of the drawers and held it out to you. "Take this doll, you’re gonna need it.” A look of confusion spread across your face. “U-um why would I need it?” J cocked his head to the side. “You see doll, I’m afraid I’m a bit busy this evening and since you couldn’t deliver to me sooner you’re just gonna have to finish the job yourself.” J tried to put the gun in your hand but you pulled away. “Killing wasn’t part of my contract J.” J grabbed your hand and forced the gun inside of it as he spoke. “And if you read the fine print you would know that you do what I say when I say it.” His grip was tight around your wrist. You shook your head. “I won’t do it.” J grabbed both your shoulders and lowered his voice. “You’ll kill this man or I’ll have Frost kill you.” J released you and began to walk away. You felt yourself becoming angry and couldn’t stop the words as they poured out of your mouth. “I told you from the beginning I won’t kill people!” J turned around and faced you again but remained silent as you continued. “I have always delivered. Do you know the things I’ve had to do to get some of these men to walk to their death freely!? Do you think it’s easy to do what I do!? Easy would be putting a bullet in their brain but I can’t bring myself to do such an awful thing! You want him dead J? Do it yourself!” You raised the gun that was still in your hand almost involuntarily and pointed it at J. What were you doing, you just went completely bat shit insane on mister J. You expected to be dead in seconds but instead J let out his famous laugh and lunged for you, knocking the gun from your hand. He had you pinned against his desk and your anger turned to fear as J spoke. “My. My. My. Quite a mouth you’ve got.” J’s fingers were firmly wrapped around your throat but caused you no discomfort. “I’ve never seen this side of you before y/n. I like it.” J ran his tongue over his silver teeth and let out a low growl. His hand left your neck and fell on your jaw pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You were shocked at first but J pulled you closer to him and kissed you more deeply. You were breathless, a few minutes ago you were sure this man was going to kill you, but now his soft lips are pressed against yours and you didn’t want it to end. J pulled away wearing a wide grin. “How would you like a promotion doll?”
Request: “Could you write an imagine with Peter from insurgent where you are with him, Tris, Caleb and Four and when Eric and other guards come into Amity and the others go out of the window, but you two stay in the office and to shut him up you start to kiss him. And something falls onto the floor just as things are about to get heated, and Eric comes upstairs and finds you two in a compromising position?!?🙊”