that there is Ford, played by one of my all-time fav actors; Morgan Freeman. you'll meet him in this chapter, he's the leader of The Organization 🤗

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Movie 🎥 Momentum (2015)

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S C A R L E T T 💣

   "Make-up done. Hair done. Everything is pretty much done. You look drop-dead gorgeous, Scarlett," Jade grinned at me widely; admiring the work she had done on me.

  She moved away for me to look at the mirror, and once I did, a gasp of shock left my lips. I looked different, but in a good way. I barely wore make-up earlier, and whenever I did it would also be kept simple. Jade suggested going a little over-board, only because she insisted that my 'exquisite' features must be emphasized on such a special day. So I let her. I begged her not to cake my face with loads of foundation and she promised I didn't. It looked like she kept her promise as she had only added one layer of foundation, along with concealer and some powder.

  My eyebrows were done semi-strong, if that were a thing. My big brown eyes were lined up with a dark pencil, making my dark irises stand out ever more. Eyelids dusted with a light brown matt colored eye shadow, and my eyelashes were curled and layered with mascara. Nude colored lipstick was slathered across my lips along with clear lip-gloss. My makeup was literally done so perfect.

   "Damn Jade, you're amazing at this!" I breathed in awe, noticing how my cheekbones and the apples of my cheeks were standing out more than usual.

   "Thank you babe," she simply grinned, packing up her make-up box. "I'm gonna go get ready now, Harry will take you downstairs to the initiation ceremony room," she informed me shortly before leaving in a flash.

  I smiled lightly, still staring at the mirror, studying every single detail of my face. Jade had managed to cover up every flaw so perfectly. I applauded her for that. I slowly put on my jewelry, which consisted of diamond earrings Jade had let me borrow along with some rings. Once I was done I strapped on my shoes, and walked over to the bedroom door. I flung it open, almost jumping in surprise when I saw Harry standing on the other side of it.

   "You scared the shit out of me," I breathed, my eyes literally raking down his toned body that was adorned with an all black tux. He looked handsome as hell.

   "Sorry," he muttered lowly, his eyes doing the same to me, lingering around the slit of my dress where my left leg was exposed.

   "Is it time?" I asked nervously, bringing him out of his trance as he looked up at me with a frown.

   "Yes," he nodded sharply, grasping my hand gently and tugging it as he walked. I stopped by the floor-length mirror in the hallway near the front door, gazing at my appearance for a second.

   "Do I look okay?" I asked him, knitting my eyebrows together.

  Even with all this makeup and this sexy dress on, I still felt insecure. Harry seemed to notice my uneasiness, both of his hands grasping my hips to pull me into his body. My lips parted in surprise when he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me to him as our faces stood inches away from mine. He stared me deeply in the eye, his features holding his usual frown.

   "Why are you so insecure?" he asked me softly, his question catching me slightly off-guard.

   "I dunno," I answered without thinking, watching his frown deepen.

   "I think you do know," he arched an eyebrow at me, encouraging me to think further about this matter. I thought hard, trying to find out the source of my insecurity.

   "Well," I started before frowning. "I've only ever had one boyfriend, Zayn, and that was in high school. Y'know how I've told you about how he cheated on me nine times?" He nodded at my words slowly. "Apparently it was because I wasn't good enough for him, looks-wise," I shrugged. It felt somewhat queer talking about all this with Harry, but he seemed like a good listener so why not tell him about how I feel?

   "That guy is a fucking prick, Scarlett! He never deserved you," Harry scowled hard, as if the thought of Zayn disgusted him. "That's where all your insecurity came from?"

   "I guess so. I was young at that time, so it had a huge impact on me, and I suppose it just stuck with me till now."

   "Baby, you're crazy smart and undeniably beautiful, that right there is a deadly combination." Harry shook his head slowly; scoffing as if he found it amusing I didn't know how 'beautiful' I seemed to look. My heart couldn't help but flutter a little when I heard his compliments.

   "I'm more insecure about my body though," I mumbled quietly, looking down.

   "But your body is-"

   "Skinny," I uttered, my head shooting up with hard features. "I'm unattractively skinny, I've got boobs of a ten year-old and a bum that looks like a brown pancake," I pouted, and to my surprise Harry let out a snort.

   "Your arse is definitely not a pancake, Scar. It's a peach, okay no. Maybe more like a plum," he chuckled, his hand dipping down to squeeze my bum playfully.

   I swatted his hand away, a shy smile creeping onto my lips. "I'm serious," he shot me a look, making me roll my eyes at him.

   "And your boobs, I haven't seen them properly, but I'm positive your tits are fine and perky, just like your arse," he smirked at me as I blushed profusely, looking away from his mischievous emerald eyes.

   "Harry!" I exclaimed, slapping his chest playfully, causing him to laugh more. I wish he'd do that more often; laugh. He looked utterly gorgeous when he did that.

   "But seriously though, Zayn is just a dickhead. If we weren't in a public restaurant that day we met him, I seriously would've killed him on the spot for saying that thing about you," he told me with a serious look while I gaped at him, a short laugh flying out of my mouth.

   "I do suck in bed though."

   "I refuse to believe that until I experience it," he winked at me, grasping my hand gently and tugging me towards the door.

   "You'll probably never experience it," I bit my lip to stifle a laugh when I saw the face he made at my words.

   "Babe, I already finger-fucked you, don't think that I won't actually fuck you," he gave me a serious look, which I rolled my eyes at, even though his deep voice and words caused a stirring in my abdomen.

   "We'll see," I hummed with a playful smile, as we entered the elevator.

  We left the apartment building and entered the warehouse, heading straight for the initiation room. We stood outside the doors, waiting for the call for Harry and I to step in. As we waited, he explained to me exactly what I had to do and say. Apparently the actual ceremony was only fifteen minutes long, it consisted of me reciting the sacred rules of The Organization and making some sort of pledge, which will be explained to me during the ceremony, and that was about it. The symbol will be tattooed on me tomorrow to mark me as an official assassin of The Organization. Apparently, there was another tattoo to mark that I was part of Valkyrie, which was some sort of death symbol. These people and their death symbols, tsk tsk.

   "I'm nervous," I blurted out all of a sudden, fidgeting in my spot, biting my lip and playing with my fingers. Harry took a long look at me, noticing how uneasy I was, before glancing around and then taking my hands into his.

   "Don't be," he told me firmly, his thumbs drawing circles into the skin of my hand. The action soothed me a little as I inhaled deeply.

   "What if I mess up or something? I'm just nervous because Ford's there and-"

   "And he's not going do anything to hurt you or make you feel your less than anyone here. He thinks very highly of you, even though he hasn't met you. Vlad has been reporting to him about your progress here and how you've been coming along exceptionally well than expected," Harry told me, his words making me feel slightly better now.

   "Really? I've been doing well?" I asked in disbelief, not quite believing that I was doing any good here in The Organization.

   "Yes, Scar. You're an unbelievably fast learner, and you've managed to perfect your technique in pretty much everything, in such a short space of time. Normally assassins would take years of training to be this good, but you only took months."

   "Wow, I never really thought of it that way," I breathed, a small grin coming onto my face. It pleased me to know that I was doing well; the only problem was that I haven't killed anybody nor did I want to. He chuckled lightly, before he spoke.

   "I'm proud of you, baby. You've done so well," he murmured, his words making my heart flutter.

  I smiled shyly, hiding my gaze as I looked at the ground. I felt his fingers tuck themselves under my chin, pushing my face upwards to meet my gaze. He leaned forwards to press his soft lips against mine, the warmth of them making my insides melt. My arms rose to rope around his shoulders loosely, my lips kissing his back slowly and gently, as if they were so delicate. He pulled me further into him, pressing his lips firmer against mine as if to finish off the kiss before he pulled back.

   "Thank you, Harry," I mumbled timidly, a small smile dancing on my lips as I saw him smirk in amusement.

   "No problem, love," he pecked my nose all of a sudden, causing me to giggle out loud at the random, but cute action.

   "You're so cute," I burst out laughing, making him frown at me.

   "First pretty, now cute? Seriously?" he cocked an eyebrow at me while I bit my lips to stifle my laughter.

   "Only sometimes though; the cute part. You're pretty all the time."

   "I swear, if you call me sweet or something I might vomit," he rolled his eyes at me; his words making me cringe.

   "Ew, don't," I grimaced, as he pulled away from me now to stand by the door. I parted my lips to speak again, but was swiftly cut off by a vibrating noise. Harry looked up at me with a serious expression now, indicating that it was time.

   "It'll be fine," he reassured me, his hand grasping the door handle as he pale eyes studied me intently. I gulped, adjusting my dress as I walked a couple of steps forwards towards the door.

   "Just remember, I'll be right by your side," he whispered into my ear, giving my bum a cheeky squeeze and a kiss on my cheek before he pulled back to shoot me a reassuring look. I nodded at him with a grateful smile, and he swung the doors open. Let's just get this over with.

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  The initiation ceremony went pretty well I had to say, I didn't do anything major or pressurizing, it was all just fine. Ford was there with his daughter, whom I've met before. He was a dark-skinned man with silver-grey hair; his dark beady eyes were always focused on me, making me feel a slight bit anxious. But once the ceremony was over he congratulated me with a cheery smile, making all my uneasiness vanish in an instant.

  We currently having lunch at the moment, deciding what other perfect time was there to report to Ford about the progress of Valkyrie and The Organization, than right after the ceremony when we were all together. He was seated at the head of the long table, with Vlad on the other end of the table, the rest of us were seated on the sides.

   "How does it feel like to finally become an official assassin?" Zia, Ford's daughter, asked me with a smirk.

   "It's not like I was looking forward to it," I said lowly, noticing how everyone was speaking in hushed voices for some reason.

   "Fair enough, you were forced into this," she shrugged, understanding my lack of enthusiasm. "By the way," she suddenly spoke up quietly, leaning in to whisper into my ear. "Harry couldn't keep his eyes off you throughout the whole ceremony," she whispered, pulling back with a smirk and a wiggle of her perfect eyebrows.

   "Really?" My eyebrows shot up with an amused smile playing on my lips.

   "I mean, who wouldn't? You look absolutely stunning in that dress," she complimented me as I smiled shyly, thanking her quietly.

   "You look very beautiful in that dress too, Zia," I told her honestly, eyeing her simple black vintage gown that hugged her incredible figure so perfectly. She let out a scoff at my words, as if she didn't believe what I just said.

   "What brand is your dress?" she asked me curiously, her inner fashionita breaking free once the topic of our conversation stirred towards fashion.

   "Dior," I answered, bringing my glass of champagne up to my lips. "What about yours?"

   "I assume it's Dolce & Gabbana. I didn't get the time to check, just asked one of my stylists to go shopping for me," she told me carelessly, making me shake my head with an amused smile. Rich kids. I was about to say something, but we were all hushed when Ford decided to speak up.

   "Vlad, have the missions been running much more smoothly now that you've got God's Eye?" Ford asked him, lifting his glass of champagne up to his lips. The looks on everyone's face confused me greatly; they all had a look of fear of some sort.

   "About that, we've only managed to capture Niall Horan, the boy who operates the device," Vlad spoke quickly in his rough voice, causing Ford's eyes to narrow slightly.

   "And where is the actual device?"

   "Still with Black Arrow," Vlad spoke slowly, pursing his lips as we waited for Ford's response.

   "And why the fuck is it still with them?" Ford's words came out harsh, his features contorting with annoyance.

   "We've been having a hard time locating them, Sir. We needed to stir them away from Nevada so we could get Niall first-"

   "But unfortunately they managed to get God's Eye before you could, I see," Ford muttered quietly, the tension forming a cloud around all of us, suffocating everyone as we waited for more words. "Well that's a stupid idea," he spat all of a sudden.

   "I-well," Vlad stuttered slightly, but paused momentarily to gather his words. Seeing Vlad this nervous was so strange and slightly amusing. "We located Andrei just yesterday, he'll be attending Cruz's fortieth birthday ball. They'll be handing God's Eye over to his men and they'll be taking it back to Bulgaria," Vlad told Ford, as he listened attentively.

   "And I assume Valkyrie will be making their move on Andrei and his gang during this ball?" Ford questioned, and Vlad nodded. "That's a bit risky, since it's in public and all."

   "I suppose so, but that's the only chance we'll get. The ball is happening two days from now, and God's Eye is locked away with high-tech security protecting it. I'm not saying it's impossible to steal it but it'll be hard. Going to this ball, there'll be less security there, which will make it easier to get God's Eye then," Vlad explained briefly, making Ford nod a couple of times.

   "I can see many flaws in this plan, Russell would've thought differently," Ford murmured quietly, the mention of my father's name causing my breath to get caught in my throat.

  I felt a hand land on my left thigh; I looked to my left, seeing Harry gazing at me with warm sympathetic eyes. My hand moved to lace my fingers with his, my heart fluttering when he didn't move away and copied my actions. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before he looked up.

   "Unfortunately he has passed away. I would like a minute of silence for one of our most valuable members of the team and The Organization," Ford requested quietly, and we all agreed with murmurs and nods.

  We sat quietly for a minute, the thought of my father lingering on everyone's mind. Harry held my hand firmly in his, his thumb drawing circular patterns into the skin of my hand as he bit his lip and stared at his lap. The more I thought about my father, the more I felt my eyes water. I missed him terribly, and I only hoped he was proud of me, even though what I was doing was a fucked up thing.

   "Rest in peace, Russell Jones," Ford spoke up after a minute, his voice solemn and serious.

  A chorus of 'rest in peace Russell Jones' followed right after his words. I was still looking down at my lap, trying my hardest not to cry as I clutched Harry's hand tightly. I felt the grief of my father's death hit me all of a sudden, making my breathing go uneven as it crawled up my throat and suffocated me. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I exhaled shakily, my lips parting to say something.

   "Rest in peace, Dad."

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