A week had passed since that strange meeting with the founders, she thought the feeling she had then would have subsided but it was still there, still lingering. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she saw her father, each time she would tell him about it, he would smile softly and touch her cheek saying, “I can’t delay this trip Alice, it’s too important.” So she believed his words. Lionel Caroni was the most honourable she had ever known and in her line of work, she had met a lot. He was never a man to go back on his promises. And he always had a plan for everything which he executed in perfect precision every time. So when he said something was important, it really was. Alice never questioned his actions, she trusted him with every fiber
Cleaner- noun Definition: An assassin who is contracted to kill other assassins; someone who “cleans up” a physical crime. ***** The house was dull ever since the men carried the Don’s lifeless body through the hall down to his bedroom. The assassins that frequented the facility that was built underneath the house had remained down below, not going out for any assignments. Light spilled into the room, revealing that a new day had broken. Lilith sat by Lionel’s side wiping his bloody body, Alice watched over her from behind. It was tradition for the wife of a Don to clean their husband’s corpse. Alice was surprised to see Lilith do it so effortlessly despite the tears in her eyes. Maybe it was because Liltith knew what fate her husband would face in this life, running an organization of trained killers had its risks and she had made peace with it long ago. There was a light knock at the door before Tiago, one of the guards assigned to Lilith, appeared in the doorway. He sent a pain
Alice’s back was pressed against a cold marble gravestone, her chest rose and fell to the hammering rhythm of her heart. She was heaving mad. This was the main reason she hated wearing heels, those shits were unreliable in a fight, it places you at the receiving end of a reaper’s spear and she knew full well what that receiving end felt like. She hissed at the sight of the clipped heel. Her right hand held her pistol upward towards her chest and the next unbuckled the shoes from her feet and kicked them away. She kept her head hanging low from the impudent copper and lead. The gunshots stopped suddenly and she froze. The heavy silence stretched to an eternity. Nothing put her on edge more than a silent enemy. A few seconds later, low chatter resonated from opposite sides of the graveyard. There it was, the recouping move that every striker had, if only they knew she was right under their noses. Her other hand found her ankle quickly and she twisted the knife upwards, ready for battle.
She sat rooted in place from the shock. Her limbs couldn't move even if she planned on it. What in the actual fuck? Those were the same golden brown orbs that she almost swam off into that night, glistening black hair and the ridiculously broad shoulders. His refined suit was replaced by a black cotton coat with a white turtleneck on the inside and dark washed jeans. A dash of 6 o'clock stubble sprinkled his jawline but she had stared at him for too long to not recognize that face. For sure, a week ago, she was kicking the shit out of this man in a blonde wig and heels. She briefly forgot about their encounter because of the past few days but now she was sitting just a few meters away from him. Margaret didn't notice the look on her face, flew up from her seat and rushed over to the man and hugged
When Alice said I'll be out of your hair soon, she meant those exact words. She had to leave this house. And It had to happen tonight, this very minute. Every second of knowing she was sitting, hiding and worse, in the presence of a CIA agent was nauseatingly painful. It betrayed everything the syndicate stood for, everything the Caroni family stood far. Lionel always said police can be pawns, never a friend. She has seen how true that was on so many occasions and this time couldn’t be any different. If that girl didn’t come to interrupt them at dinner, Callum might have gone too far with his questions and things would have gotten a little messy. She had overheard Margaret telling him how they met, how she didn’t want to go to a hospital. It was only a matter of seconds before he searched her up, if he hadn’t already done it. So every fleeting minute in this house was stressful.A thunderous silence echoed through Margaret’s palatial home. So loud, Alice's ears started to thump. The
Cleaning Not in the literal sense, like with a scouring pad and water. And preferably with some brass knuckles and a KA-BAR if she had any, or maybe a bullet to the chest first, because their death had to hurt. Cleaning That was all her mind was on the second she left Callum in that hallway. It ricocheted off her mind with every step she took. Ever since she found Lionel in the street, she was desperately trying to find out which one of his many enemies caught up with him. And just three days after his death, she has. It had been the very people he surrounded himself with. Now, she finally had a target. She was going to wash all of them out of existence with copper and lead. She was going to clean their houses, their cars, their fucking cover jobs. Jonathan, Maxwell, Pablo, the whole lot of them! She didn’t care that they wanted her dead. That was understandable. But they fucking shot at her at her father’s funeral, and for that alone, they could not live. And on top of that, Lili
Alice shifted her stance, waiting for them to attack. Hannah stood frozen watched in bewilderment. Lunge, kick, jab, jab. -Not directly in that order but she took down the first five with ease but the last fucker was the problem. He was massive and had a stinging right hook, she noted, barely escaping its full effect as his knuckles grazed her face. She grabbed a glass bottle from the table beside her and smashed it against his head, he shook it off as if he barely felt a thing and advanced towards her. She attacked with expert hits, one of the fallen men grabbed her feet, throwing her off balance. Without hesitation, the man delivered two blows to her face. A sharp crunch followed. Alice stumbled backwards, knocking Hannah down in the process. Before she could regain her footing, he pushed her against the wall, his hands on her throat. Her teeth gritted as the grip he had on her neck tightened. Her lungs felt like they were bleeding liquid iron. She slowly raised her hands betwee
Eight.Seven.Six.Alice counted down as she eyed the large gray trash cans that lined the street. It was fields of endless nothing on the right side of the road and a line of stores on the left. A peculiar lamp post stood at the start of the pavement. She had been to this street once or twice in the past. And this place was even more conspicuous than what she remembered, but that was the syndicate’s speciality, to hide in plain sight.Her eyes landed on number five. This was the last one and it was closer to the alley. This had to be it. Her lifeline. A few pounds lifted off her shoulder as stooped down in front of the can to confirm the Caroni family’s emblem on the swing lid. Under it, she assumed held the key to her arsenal. Alice slid her hand through the slit of the can and started sorting through the emptiness inside it. In all her years, she had never seen one of these cans up close and she was the daughter of the king, so everything passed through him. Sadly, there was no ti