A/N: This is something that has been floating in my head for a couple of days now. I don't own any WWE characters you may recognize.

There was something about killing a man with your bare hands, seeing someone's light leave their eyes gave the young woman a thrill. A hit woman for hire employed by The Authority, they sent her on the jobs no one else wanted to do, mainly ones involving death. She held the older man in her arms while twisting the knife deeper inside of him.

"Shh… It'll be over shortly." The knife went deeper inside of the man. "Your dealings in child trafficking are over Corbin, never again will you be able to hurt another child again."

The man tried to speak as she watched the blood run from his mouth. "It… I have…"

"What's that? You have what?"

The intimacy of their hold wasn't lost on the woman. She cradled the man only known as Corbin head in her lap as they sat on the floor.

"What are you saying?" She brought the knife deeper almost relishing in the blood on her hands. It was something that was better than sex, orgasmic even. The art of taking someone life was one she cherished, the flow of their blood on her hand was her favorite part.

"Names… I have names."

"I do too Corbin, there is nothing you can offer me, just give me death." Her lips grazed his forehead gently. "To die, to sleep- to sleep, perchance to dream- ay there's the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come" She rocked the man back in forth her arms quoting Shakespeare to him, finally feeling him go limp in her arms.

"Took long enough dick head." She murmured before slowly placing him down.

To kill was one thing but the aftermath of cleaning was what she hated. The man after having all his money still held a dirty house. She hummed Bob Dylan's song "Going, Going, Gone" while cleaning the mess and taking her knife she affectionately called "Hungry". It was a silly name she knew and was often made fun of until she used it against any of her adversaries.

She took a look around the room knowing she got rid of any traces of her before taking out her phone. "It's done."

The praise she loved to hear from Hunter made her smile. "Good. Come back here, we have a big project for you."

"I'll be there shortly."

"Password"

The security Hunter had was a big oaf that called himself "Show" what kind of name was that.

"Let me in or I won't kill you slowly asshole."

Show smiled showing a set of pearly white teeth before stepping aside. She never understood why Hunter conducted his business inside of his place of work, it was an awfully tacky club with a lot of rock music, head banging kids, and smelt of sweat and liquor. The walk towards the VIP area seemed to take forever while avoiding the crowd that pressed against her, there was a smell of some sort of drug which made her shake her head.

Upon reaching her destination she knocked on the door first before walking in. She wasn't shocked to see two women giving Hunter a lap dance.

"Ahhh Lanay."

"Hunter." Her eyes met his ignoring the two women still grinding upon them. "I don't talk business in front of your women. Let me know when you're done"

"Out." Hunter smacked one of the women on their asses as Lanay rolled her eyes at the spectacle.

The power in his hands and he chooses to use it on basic women, men are such dumb creatures. Her mind couldn't help but to judge the situation in front of her. The women left cutting their eyes at her and she smiled softly.

"Thanks for taking care of Corbin."

"All in a day's work."

"I have another assignment for you."

"Of course."

"Sit down. Have a drink." Hunter gestured towards the couch he was sitting next to. Lanay took a seat next to him as he let his eyes wander over her outfit, taking in all the curves and her breasts that threatened to spill over. He poured a shot of vodka and handed it to her. "You look good in leather."

"Eyes up Hunter."

He leered at her before smirking. "Sorry."

"You're not but it's been a long night and I want to take a shower. Assignment?" She took the shot quickly admiring how smooth it went down.

"CEO"

"Name"

"Sami Callahan"

Lanay tried not to let her hand twitch as she held her cup out. The name was too familiar, too close to home, a sad reminder of her former life.

"For what?"

"Shady dealings."

Lanay never needed to know what her targets did to get themselves in this situation but in this case she had to know.

"Cut the vague bullshit."

"Embezzlement of our charity." Hunter reached behind him pulling a packet out and handing it to her. "I trust you to be discreet."

Lanay nodded looking over the documents he handed her finding too many familiar faces in it. It was overwhelming in a sense.

"I could send Harper with you if you don't feel you can do it."

"NO!" She yelled out, the last thing she needed was to be placed with Luke Harper on another project. "No. I got this."

"A week. Your payment was sent for Corbin."

Lanay started thumbing through the photos of Sami and the faces from a past life immediately popped out at her. Her face remained neutral while internally glaring at the men he was surrounded with.

Her eyes immediately went up to Hunter's. "Don't fuck with me on this Hunter."

"Just Sami?"

"Just Sami. For now. He is one of the ones we know of, now if push comes to shove with the others…" He trailed off knowing her history with the men in the photos.

"It will be business as usual… Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die…" She murmured more to herself keeping her emotions in check.

"Atta girl."

"I'll have it done within three days." She spoke still staring at the picture not noticing Hunter's smile.

He poured yet another shot. "Cheers."

A/N: Short chapter but this is something that I've never written before. I've always wanted to do an A/U story involving WWE characters and finally decided to go for it.