Assassinate The Alpha

“Assassinate the Alpha.” His instructions were clear and easy. Easy because it was me. I had taken down strong men and powerful women. Men who never thought they could be taken down. Taking them down was not easy either but again it was because it is me.Men stood no chance where I stood. There are older men and even women in our club. Yet I joined six months ago and I have taken down more than each has in the last thirty years since my father founded the organization. I overheard people in the organization murmur and gossip among themselves that my father trained me differently, but that was where they missed it. My father never trained me. In fact he did not want me anywhere close to the organization. He said multiple times that he wanted a normal life for me. That I am a happy girl with the nature of a sunflower – I was always happy. Which is an absolute contrast to my name if you take out the two latter words.The keyword is WAS. My happiness is a thing of the past now. Every feel

SADIE.Three Hours Earlier.In my six months of experience, the top people never live in an easy area. They live in either a suite in a penthouse, or some villa seated in the middle of a large area of land covered in forestations to hide themselves properly. Some live in maybe neither a villa nor a suite in a penthouse, but at least a nice house – some building close to what you can call a mansion in a likely neighborhood. Some had to be killed in the middle of their pleasures in a hotel room, but from the building across. You should know the drill but in any case not, read on.Just because they lived in a suite somewhere in one of the floors of a penthouse, or even the penthouse itself. Or some villa in the middle of nowhere. Or maybe some kind of mansion in a likely neighborhood with tight security, did not make it easy for them to be killed. Each time for any of the supposed person destined to die, I had mapped out and planned all on my own and succeeded. All I ever had to hear

SADIE.Love?The most misused word. A word that invokes unnecessary bondage and responsibility. Might be hypocritical of me to say it since my drive to every successful kill and being the best agent in the organization is the LOVE I have for my sister. What is the very point of getting into something more when nothing lasts forever? Why waste so much time falling in love and trying to please a partner in the name of love? Why are people willing to get married with the intention of starting a family? Children are great, but why bring them into chaos and also create a weakness for one’s self? Say they were unbreakable before, now with just a mere threat to their lives the parents switch to more than a broken glass.“Get out.” I say as calmly as I can let out, my head is currently like it is about to split apart. “Sadie, please.” Matt pleads.“Get out.” I can feel myself twitching from my irritation, but one more credit to the list of too many things I can do is control.“You are one

SADIE. The violin play of an emotional baroque plays as people discuss quietly amongst each other. Some smile, and many keep on stoic expressions while they speak. The man who I am here for seems to be carried away by the attention he is giving to the very beautiful woman dressed in a purple cocktail dress, while I sip the few drops of red wine in my glass. “You love the music, right? I saw the way you shut your eyes while sipping the wine,” a voice says, forcing my gaze to shift from the Alpha. “You should see right ahead,” I say loud enough for just him to hear as I exchange my empty glass with a new one on the waiter’s tray. “I cannot see anyone else but you,” he pesters, causing me to hiss. I could let him follow me stupidly then knock him out in the hallway or I could just end him. “What is your name? I have never seen you around,” he continues. “No,” I get distracted by Emmett’s conversation with a man in a tuxedo whose smile is very contagious. “Anyone who attends this e

EMMETT. Her waist length hair and her eyes as she zeros them on mine without a single fear that I know what she did before. Her confidence turns me on in many different ways. Her purple cocktail dress and the movement of a throat as she gulps down the rest of the wine in her glass, twitches something in my heart. I would not be surprised if she has managed to poison the drinks or strapped a holster to her thigh right where I want my hand as she straddles me. “You love the music, right? I saw the way you shut your eyes while sipping the wine.” I overhear one of the guests say as his hand forces itself to remain on his body and not on her. I saw her shut eyes too. It only increased my need to see her shut her eyes despite warning her to keep them open. She is one livid one and I very much would love to tame her. To flip her cold eyes into something that stares at me with want and love. “You should see right ahead.” Her response causes my lip to move up slightly in a smirk as I raise