Here is another story that I've been thinking about for a longggg time. Hope you enjoy, however!

**WARNING** THIS STORY IS VERY EXPLICIT. IF THIS STORY IS TO BE CONTINUED, DARK AND EXPLICIT TOPICS WILL BE SHOWN (WHICH IS WHY IT'S RATED M). IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THE DARK THEMES, PLEASE DON'T READ THIS STORY. THE CHARACTERS ARE ALSO AT TIMES "OUT OF CHARACTER" AND THAT WAS THE INTENT OF THIS. **WARNING**

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea of mixing Lovex1's plot and switching up the plots and characters.

Amelie Lacroix.

Ruthless bitch.

Monster.

Also known as Widowmaker, although not many know where the name came from. Maybe it came from the fact that she supposedly killed her husband? Like it fucking matters anyways, because in the end, she's my boss. That's right, you read correctly. My fucking boss. Now, you might be wondering, after reading my colorful language from above, what am I doing working for this cut-throat shitface?

Well, funny story. If you thought I was here on my own free will, then do yourself a favor and drink a glass of bleach. Completely harmless, I guarantee. But to describe it all, basically karma is a extra bitch. Confused? Allow me to explain, luvs.

I was born an orphan, so I was already a sorry fuck to begin with. Had to resort to selling my body and stealing just it make it by. I didn't even know my parents were alive, until my father contacted me couple months ago, only to die. So, in case you didn't understand before, I was poor, but now, I was hella poor, and I had to do what I could to survive.

But one day, I robbed the wrong rich bastard, and ended up stealing $5,000 when I only meant to take $50. But no, not from a normal richie, it was a famous purple haired mafia boss. Apparently, they don't take too kindly to criminal activity to their own, and told me that I could either die with a bullet through my fucking brain, or work my ass off till I'm a old wrinkled hag for their dumb mafia headquarters.

At the time, I was still trying to somewhat survive, so I chose the option that would take longer to die from. But now? It's times like this that makes me want to slap myself, and next time say the bullet. So now, I have to cook, clean up their shit, and nurture these bastards. To be honest, not all of them were bad. It's just the big boss, Widowmaker, makes me want to stab my heart out with a spoon. And still does.

But like I said before, it doesn't matter. At any given moment, I could die just because I didn't wash the floor fast enough, or I accidentally feeding someone something that they were allergic too. Like who the hell is allergic to bread? BREAD?

Yeah, I'm definitely enjoying my long and lovely life in hell.

The base was nothing more than a tall, glass business building. Gorgeous on the inside and out (thanks to me) also home to more than 50 mafia killers. Every morning I have to travel 5 miles by foot from my shit hole (remember I'm poor, just because I work for a booming mafia shithouse doesn't mean I get paid. Shit, being alive is considered "payment", if I'm going to be honest) just to clean 15 stories and go home then repeat.

I found myself traveling up the elevator to the top story, also the main office, or as I like to put it "The Spider's Cave." As I entered the room, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The floors and windows were still clean, all the people were either sleeping or drinking on the couches and Widowmaker was at her desk, smoking. (probably her 2nd pack already, but did I mention that it's 9am?)

I cleared my throat to try and get everyone's attention and was success except for Widowmaker's. "I am makin' a run fo coffee. Who want s'me?" Half raised their hand and I took a mental note. "Water?" The other half raised their hands.

I sighed and looked to the purple haired asswipe whose attention were on papers and her pipe.

"Mistress?"

"Stop being a nuisance." She stated dangerously, shooing me off like a damn mutt.

Nuisance?

You know it she wasn't do damn good with her Widow's Kiss, and her natural physical abilities, I would have flashed over their and stabbed his eyeballs by now. I nodded my head and left, returning only minutes after with a platter of everyone's drinks. After I passed them out, I moved onto mopping….

Every…

Damn…

Floor.

My hands moved like a machine as they went through the routine they have been doing for quite a while now, and I tried to get a spot under Amelie's desk but her feet wouldn't move. I gathered my courage and asked, "Mistress, you need to move your feet please."

"I need to do ce que?" She growled, as though I just cursed her beloved weapon.

I swallowed and pointed down to the floor, "...the floor...mopping?" She looked down and clicked her tongue.

"Ennuyeux."

I frowned, moving the mop as fast as my fast body could go. I've been cussed out in French enough times to know what some words mean. "You know, if you think I'm so annoying, you can fire me. I will not complain."

Her gaze met mine and I felt a drop of sweat trickle down my neck. Her golden eyes had as much of a threatening and intoxicating appeal as a shiny loaded glock. "Non." I deflated in defeat and grab the mop, moving it to the storage closet.

So, after about a year working at this place, I'd managed to pick myself up a bit and instead of sleeping on streets I slept on a floor of this real shitty shack in a bundle of blankets. So yeah, this is practically heaven. No help from Widowmaker at all, the skank wouldn't spare even a dime for me. She's such a saint, sometimes it's just too much. Besides, it's free rent. How so? Well..let's just say it may have been broken into and the previous owners are in a better place now. So, y'know, nothin' new luvs.

"Why don't you wear more flattering articles of clothing..?" She spoke as I washed a countertop next to her. "You look like a fool."

I clenched my teeth, "For one, you don't pay me to do this bullshit for you...Mistress." I sighed, ignoring the anger she received from my hostile tone. "I'm a poor girl, can't do non' bout it, luv."

"So get a fucking job." She takes a drag from her pipe, before setting it aside. Her mouth opened as she released the tobacco smoke, creating an "O" shaped column, escaping her lips. She leaned back and propped her elegant legs onto her desk, before reaching over to grab her pipe again. I had to admit, this cruel, heartless, bitch, was illegally made bloody gorgeous. She had moments when even her fellow gang mates would admire her. But she's still an evil mistress.

A bloody gorgeous, but evil mistress. It made her less attractive...but not by much.

"Are you offering to pay me luv?" I smiled and leaned against her desk.

She pulled out a glock, and aimed it to my head, "For your life instead?"

I gasped and shook my head frantically and backed up laughing, "I was joking, Mistress! Bloody bollocks, don't be so serious!"

Widowmaker's main man was Gabriel Reyes, aka Reaper, wayyy older than us and acts for like a good father, but when he fights it's as if he's like smoke, and finds a way to get close, fast. It's hard to deal with his calm personality knowing he could break your neck and kill you in a heartbeat.

"Should be nicer," he said, "Keeps your office from looking like shit."

Widowmaker glowered towards his direction, cutting him off, saying "I don't help poor fools." before taking a drag.

I tilted my head, fighting back all the boiling comments I wanted to shout. Suddenly, I flinched hearing a loud ring of my phone. Almost instantly, all eyes went onto me as though they were ready to jump and kill me. I let out a breath seeing the caller ID, "I'll be back."

Widowmaker growled, "Wait-" I shut the door. I could basically feel her narrowing her eyes through the wall somewhat childishly. I flipped open the phone and let out a relieved sigh, "Jesse?"

"Wow," the deep, but kinda raspy voice sighed, "It's rare to hear your voice these days."

I let out a breath and leaned my elbow against the wall, followed by my head, "Yeah well, that's not exactly a given choice luv, you know I'm going through."

"I suppose it's better than that one year you went missing." He fell silent, before continuing, "How are you doing these days, Lena?". I looked up to the ceiling and then slowly closed my eyes, leaning my back against the wall, "Does it even matter," I snorted bitterly, "How's everyone else?"

Silence.

Then I heard him take a breath and the speak, "Well, ever since you left, everyone's been doing their own thing." He chuckled, "Pretty boring, if I'll be honest."

I nodded slowly wrapping my arm across my stomach as I tried to think of a response, " Jess..why did you call? You haven't exactly contacted me lately, luv."

"Like you're one to talk. You're always too busy eating out your Boss to have any sort of contact with anyone." He snorted.

My face exploded with red, half from blushing while other was from irritation, "Don't think I'm too happy about that!"

"Ah, calm down Lena, I was just joking." He slowly calmed down and you could hear him adjusting his hat, "Anyway, a local gang's having a party tomorrow night. They invited you specifically to attend with me. Same with Hana."

"Huh?" I raised my brows, looking down to my feet, "That's a face I haven't seen in a while.."

"You haven't seen any faces in a while. For Omnic's sake, I'm the only one you are barely in connections with now, dammit." He huffed as though he was scolding.

I sucked in a large breath, "And how do you expect me to get out of here? This place is more confining than a fucking federal prison." I shook my head, "What makes you think I want to get back into this whole party and gang scene?"

"Cause, it's been' a minute since you've lived, partner." He paused, " 'Sides, it'll be a few drinks and some fucked up people like us, maybe you'd get laid? Been 'while anyways"

I was silent for a moment and then I heard his voice crack through the tense air, "Sorry princess, bad timin'-"

"I'll...see what I can do." I spoke, my voice quickly cutting him off, "I'll contact you if I can come up with a plan."

Jesse snickered, "Alright lil missy, see you then."

Then I hung up.

I know, I'm a poor bitch, so how could I afford a cell phone? Well perks of working for Amelie is that she always needs to be in contact with me just in case I decided to be stupid and escape. Or when she's drunk and needs a ride. Or is simply trying to be a smartass and gives me more trouble than I need.

I took a deep breath and slipped into the main room with a huge, obvious fake smile on my face. Lying wasn't something I was particularly good at. Widowmaker stared into my eyes, making my heart drop into my stomach, "What are you trying to hide?" She tilts her head to the side.

I shrugged, lifting my head up, "Nun ya business luv! Don't butt in, you stalker."

"Stalker?" Her eye twitched. Almost immediately, she basically tried to fly off her desk to grab me but Gabriel and Sombra (one of her best hit-man) held her back. "I own you. Your secrets are mine too!"

I stuck my tongue out and booked it to the third floor, into my panic room (the storage room) until she calmed down. By the time I decided it was safe to com out, it was 10 p.m. I yawned, taking the elevator to the main room so I could get my things. What I came upon was unsuspecting though. Widowmaker's sleeping body. She was calmly sleeping on her desk, head on forearm as she slouched over. Her long, magnificent hair had a few strands covering the side of her face. I smiled a bit at her innocent expression and instantly pulled my phone, snapping millions of pictures.

Who in their bloody mind wouldn't blackmail their boss? Sombra's gonna love this anyways.

I stopped as I got closer to her, breathing in the scent of lavender, and I let my expression grow soft as I caressed a small portion of her hair. How long did she work? All day? I sighed and grabbed a blanket from the empty couch and placed it over her body.

Even a huntress can look nice sometimes.

Even if it was the deception of precious slumber.

It was nice to see.

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Until next time 3