I breathed in the cold air of the early October. I bought out my box of cigarettes and a lighter from my pocket and lit a stick of cigarette as I stared at the distant buildings that shone with different colours at night. We were not so far from the city.
I always found peace at the rooftop, away from the orgy party they always had countless of times. It was calmer but I could still hear moans and grunts of the men and women downstairs, which was slightly disgusting.I was among the youngest down there. Most of the reasons why some of the other assassins hated me. But it wasn't my fault I was a successful killer. I couldn't help it. I had too much hate in my heart that needed to be released somewhere or on someone. I placed my left hand on my stomach as I remembered my little boy.The clouds were grey, the stars were hidden and the moon still managed to shine brightly. I changed into a white flowy dressed and let my black hair fall to my shoulders. The climate reminded me of the day he died.Damon's words echoced in my head like a track. I hated Mason. I wanted to kill him. I have been given the offer on a golden platter, but now i don't know why I am hesitating to do it. I had a kill streak of five hundred bodies. Mason should be an easy cake. But I don't know why a part of me is shaken.I heard foot steps behind me and I already knew who it was. He had a thing for stalking me."They say a pack of cigarettes equals one less year," Harry informed as he moved closer."I died the day I lost my child, the day I stepped into this house," I replied as I took three more puffs."I'm sorry for your loss," He consoled."If you apologise for every bad thing that has ever happened to me then we will be here till midnight," I replied honestly.He chuckled lightly.He joined six months after I got recruited and this is the first time I was actually speaking to him. He wasn't as good as me.Nevertheless, he could find his way around. But, he was the best hacker we had. Or we could find. The rest kept on dying."Is everything alright?" He asked. I felt a bit irritated by his concern. But I actually needed someone to talk to.The wind blew lightly causing some of my hair to fly on my face. I tucked the stray ones behind my ear. I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail.I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it.I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractiveI watched as he quickly checked me out."I could shoot you for that, you know," I said and he coughed lightly.I moved closer to him and crossed my hands after I leaned on the wall behind us. I was bare footed so I could feel everything underneath my feet, including the vibrations that was caused by the blasting music. I liked the cold feel on my feet. Growing up in the orphanage I had only one shoe so most of the time I was barefooted."Do believe in the past coming to haunt you?" I wondered. I wanted to forget about them, him especially. He had caused me so much pain. I folded my hands in a fist before I exhaled.Harry glanced at me quickly, he pressed his lips in a thin line as he thought of what to say to me. Instead, he sighed and ran his hands in his hair."Yes, I do," He finally answered.He stared at the floor and his thoughts drifted off. I studied him as his eyebrows slightly jerked and his breathing became heavy. He absently scratched the back of his head as he stayed quiet for some seconds."What if I fail? What if I chicken out?" I thought out loud. I glanced at Harry and he seemed he didn't hear me and I was partly grateful."Hey?" I called as I tapped him lightly on his hands."I'm sorry, I was thinking of something," He apologised."Figured. . .""Whatever happens don't forget your goal," Harry stated.I looked at him and he smiled."My mother always told me that, I felt you needed to hear it," He grinned, he had the perfect sets of white teeth and I noticed he had only one dimple."I might not know what is bothering you. But my past has come to haunt me countless of times and yet everytime i succeeded." He mentioned and I stared at him intently. I was curious. What could probably have happened to little Harry."What has haunted you?" I questioned.He rubbed the back of his hand before I placed his hands in his pocket."Ballistic parents, a lot more," He replied. I just took note of the slight Scottish accent he had.I nodded and returned to where I stood before he walked back downstairs.I inhaled deeply, I rubbed my arms, the cold was starting to get to me.The truth was that we all had secrets, stories behind the reasons we decided to become assassins or work with a mafia Lord.But all this would have been different if I had parents to turn."Hey Moore! Think fast," I heard Rodriguez behind me."Don't fucking call me that," I squinted my eyes at him after I turned to see the him. He still walked towards me with full force.He closed the gap that existed in front of me."I'm sorry I forgot you were divorced. Then you don't need this," He revealed before he yanked the silver jewelry that laid on neck.I cried out in pain as the friction bruised me a little. I held my neck as shot a glare at the idiot. This is the part where I hoped looks could kill."What the fuck Rodriguez!" I yelled at him as he walked to the edge. I searched my body to check if I still had my little pocket knife with me but I saw it in his hands.Fuck!"You don't need it Vivian! Forget about the past!" He yelled before he did more damage to the jewelry and threw it outside."What the fuck is your problem!" I pounced towards him. I wrapped my hands around his neck and it was pointless because he hit my ribs and I let go and fell to the floor I groaned in pain as I rolled on the cold ground."What Vivian? You haven't forgotten about him? You still miss him?" He taunted.At this point I wished I had a gun so I could shoot off his head and watch it roll on the ground. I concentrated on my breathing before I stood up. The last time I got too angry it didn't end well."I forgot about that bastard a long time ago," I said through gritted teeth. I walked toward him and he wasn't intimidated by my stance."Then why are you fighting over a necklace that he gave you?" He retaliated and I moved back."Why would just fine over here and cut of my freaking necklace, almost as if you had been waiting for this opportunity?!" I jeered."Right? You still love the bastard and hope you two will get back together, I knew it!" He said."Shut the fuck up Rodriguez or I'll shoot you when I get the chance," I warned, I was ready to do it."You're a fucking pussy that cannot even kill her own ex husband and now you want to kill the legendary Rodriguez?" He cackled.My noise flared and my hair was loose from the tie. It fell on my face, I forgot about the pain in my rib and walked toward him."Bet," I said as I stared at him dead in the eyes.He bent and brought out a gun from the lower pocket of his trouser and handed it to me with force."Shoot me bitch, Shoot me and price to me that you're not a pussy that is scared of killing her lover," He spat before he moved closer to me with barely any space in the middle.I moved the gun to his head and i pulled the trigger."You fucker," He almost whispered.I smiled at him and he slapped the gun out of my hands."You have a screw lose up there," He commented."Now who is the pussy?" I asked. I could almost see the fear in his eyes as he stared at me.I knew the gun was empty. I have spent to many time with a gun to know when it's loaded. "Kill that mother fucker and I'll owe you," He said before he walked out.I leaned back on the wall as my hands went cold all of the sudden.Tomorrow at night, Mason Moore had to be gone.I went to my section of the house to get some rest. I had to take of something in the afternoon. We are receiving some new package. I had to be there to finalise the deal with Damon. Before I handled the night business.I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.Morning came sooner than I expected, I was stretched out in my room. I was always the early bird. I moved around the house and it was still a mess. The maids scurried faster to cleaning as I approached them. Damon was nowhere
We were on our way to the devil's canyon.The air was still misty like last night and my hands were still cold and shaky from sitting out for a long time. We were in the middle of traffic. Rodriguez kept on playing Mexican songs. Including the ones award winning ones. A certain fear had grown on Rodriguez concerning last night's event. My neck still hurt from the force he used to break my jewellery. I glanced at him and I noticed he was concentrated on his driving.Damon made sure he got me another after the success of this mission.I looked away, the cars started moving again and Rodriguez sped off."How do you feel knowing you are about to kill the man who you once loved? After he betrayed you?" He asked with a serious tone.He reduced the tune to ten percent. Nevertheless, it still played.I heaved a sigh before I looked into the window, "it is not a good feeling, I didn't expect I would have been the one to kill him," I replied honestly."Why didn't you tell Damon to give me in
His strong hands held on to mine and I felt like I was going to puke on his face. He stared at me with wide eyes and my nausea increased. For a split second everything became dark before I blinked quickly. I tried to move my hands but he had a strong grip. I fought and kicked but he still managed to put me under. Sweat beads decorated my forehead as I tired to catch my breathe. The memories were hitting me harder than I imagined but I still managed to fight back. My therapist had said my brain had found a way to bury them but now everything was replaying in front of me. I blinked countless of times and stared at the man in front of him.I felt petite underneath him, his hair was messy and wet. He looked at me with a frown on his face. Despite that he still looked attractive. I shifted uncomfortably as his eyes pierced my soul.One of his hands held both of mine and I figured what he was about to do.I thrashed my legs and moved my face. His entire weight was on me. He pulled down t
I wasn't going to call him back. Not yet I failed his mission. He was not going to be pleased with me.I drew in a sharp breathe before I ran my hands on my face.I touched my pockets and I realised I forgot my knives. I couldn't let him have it. He could use it against me.I rushed back inside and barged into his room. He looked at me like I was crazy. I grabbed his neck and pressed him down."What the fuck do you want with me," He said already out of breathe."Where are my fucking knives?" I asked as I choked him. His face was horrified. Mason probably wandered how i grew from a timid and naive wife to a vicious vixen. He caused it upon me. It was his fault he had better deal with it.Mason pointed to something behind and I turned to see it on the table. I grabbed it and counted it with my eyes. One of them was missing. He was fucking with me.Mason shifted uncomfortably on the bed as I tore him another glance. My hands clenched in a fist. I was ready to attack him if he tried the
"She had long black hair like you and eyes that could make even a straight woman bend when you met her in real life," Rodriguez's words echoced in my head as I stared at the beauty in front of me.She wasn't Scarlett. She was Rodriguez's lover."Yeah, I work with him," I said.It wasn't completely a lie it was a white one."Don't worry, it's a secret, I wouldn't tell, in fact I saw no dude named Gustavo," She said.She looked older than I was. She had a little wrinkle on her head."Why were you asking me if I knew the guy?" I wondered."What guy?" She said and I giggled at her silliness.She was still a beauty nevertheless and i was impressed. Rodriguez could bag a goddess like her."I'm Katherine bleú, but you can call me Katy," She said bringing her hand.I took it and I shook it before she returned it."Vivian M-" I paused as I remembered. I has gotten used to the name. "Colbert, but you can call me Vivian," I said and she laughed.I surveyed her eyes, she didn't look high she was
I stood outside the Mansion with a shawl on my shoulders and bag in my hands. Rodriguez has given to me after he noticed how bad i was shivering.My legs had automatically shut down, they refused to move forward or backward. my heart beat was loud enough for the Rodriguez behind me to hear. "Anything wrong?" Rodriguez asked and nodded my head.I haven't told him that I didn't kill him."Are you scared it will be on the news, come on this is not the first time we are doing this," He hit my shoulders lightly."I didn't kill him, He woke up," I finally mustered the courage to tell him. He was going to mock me. He was going to tell me he could have done the job better."I understand," He said before he walked away.I was surprised because the Rodriguez I knew would have laughed at my face. How incompetent I was. I was proud of myself and also selfish.But he didn't say. He just walked away. I remembered Katy from earlier and i smiled. But then it was short lived because I remembered w
The placed the first strike on my back and I closed my eyes. The pain felt like I got stung by bees. I felt the pain for some seconds before it reduced.I was to take five strokes.He hit the second one and I let out a squeak. I was on my brallette and a black short. It was underneath the pajamas I wore earlier before I moved to the roof.It felt like the world was coming to an end as he stroke the third one."Please," I begged silently as he was about to hit the last one.He walked in front of me and placed his hands on my jaw. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. My hands were tied up and my hair was in a loose pony tail."I promise the last one would not hurt," He said in a reassuring voice and I almost believed him.He stroked again and this time I fell to the floor. He cut off the ropes.Damon placed his cold hands on my face and caressed it."You're going to be fine," He whispered in my ears.I heard as he left the room.I could not wear a backless dress for the next few w
I closed my eyes as I moved back with him. He dragged me to the corner with the gun on my rib."Vivian where the fuck are you?" I heard Damon say on the earpiece but I kept quiet. I had to find a way to convey the message."So you decided to point a gun at me and bring me to the back of this burial house?" I said to the man."Shut up bitch, what do you think I want from you. I'll hold you and make some money off you. Rape you and make your mafia boyfriend pay some Ransome for you," He said as he smiled disgustedly."Are you alright Vivian?" I heard Damon say."Don't worry I'll be fine," I said to Damon and the man scoffed."Who are goy talking to?" He asked."Who rapes a lady at the cemetery?" I answered with a question.I removed the transmitter from my ear into my purse."What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He asked and I smiled."What's your size?" I asked as I placed my hands on his shoulders. He froze on my touch.I moved to his face then moved to his side and sucked on hi