Richard Tramdan.  Husband, father, senator… adulterer.  Fuck, what a boring human being.  Honestly, Andreas never would’ve taken the contract if he hadn’t both been bored<i>and</i>wanting to score another payout before his planned trip to Hawaii.  In all honesty, he’d hoped that it would just be a quick hit.  A drive by, a staged mugging…  Hell, he’d have even gone for a sweet rooftop shot like back in the old days.  Unfortunately, the supposed mistress wanted some suffering involved, and that meant getting closer to his target.  Crooked politician that ol’ Dick was, he was constantly surrounded by security, or at least in a heavily secured area.  A house call was the typical response to that, but the place was armed to the teeth with security cameras and a system linked into all the appropriate grids.  Andreas loved pushing the boundaries, but this wasn’t exactly a hit to go all out on.<br/><br/>He began researching the usual access points.  First was the wife, Jasmine.  Alcoholic, from the look of things, probably thanks to both excess and a failing marriage.  After a dashing smile, a little wining and dining, she could’ve been his perfect in.  The only problem there was that he wasn’t really into women.  He could fake it, certainly long enough to get her to shut off all the fucking security.  A bullet to the back of her head would be merciful compared to the certain future of death by liver failure.<br/><br/>The problem was that there were records of a son, about twenty, still living in the home.  Despite his parents’ wealth, the young man worked at a club.  It was one Andreas was familiar with, having been there a few times before.  It was about as corrupt as Dick himself, with drugs floating around the place and a chauvinist asshole running the show.  He was going to research it further, but he got distracted by a picture he’d found of the son.<i>Alex, huh?  Damn…</i>Andreas had been accused of being pretty before, but this kid was fucking delicious.  He found himself staring a little longer than he should’ve.<br/><br/>That settled it.  The son was the best tool to get to his real target.  The wife was a useless drunk who could be dealt with whenever it was necessary.<br/><br/>Two days later, Andreas was pulling up in front of Club Desire on his custom Harley.  It was one of the few possessions he had that seemed to mean anything to him, and he honestly couldn’t say why that was.  The freedom it symbolized, perhaps.  He even looked the part right then, with his thick soled boots, tight jeans, and leather jacket.  His long blond hair was pulled up into what had become a messy manbun, and that just seemed to add to his roguish appearance.  That, along with a sly smile and a couple of bills, got him in without delay.<br/><br/>Inside the club, everything was as expected.  Lights and lasers everywhere, music thumping so loud that he could feel the base reverberating in his chest.  Bodies swayed and bounced with enthusiasm.  This was hardly work for Andreas, and he grinned to himself as he enjoyed the view on his way to the bar.  He wasn’t exactly in a hurry, especially if this was what the early days of his job were going to look like.  This, a pretty face and hot body to seduce, all leading up to a fun and vicious death of one crooked Dick?  Fuck, he loved his job.<br/><br/>He was before he caught sight of Alex.<br/><br/>Dear god, he was more striking in person, that slender frame enticing in tight clothes, his long hair like silk.  It was usually others who were the ones drooling over Andreas, but in this situation he was left a little breathless as he watched the younger man.  His gaze followed the attractive lines of that body until some idiot got in his way.  Sighing more at himself than the obstruction, Andreas continued on to the bar.  Acting like a horny teenager was not beyond him, but he was trying to remind himself that there was also a job underneath the foggy layer of deception he was trying to create.