With Fallon’s chilling instructions echoing in my mind, I felt a wave of panic crash over me. How could I possibly carry out such a task? I was no killer; I was just an ordinary woman caught up in a nightmare of lies and deceit. She flashed me a cold smile before walking away, leaving me standing there by myself with so many thoughts running through my mind. What was I supposed to do now? At first, when I had the CEO killed, I did not do it on my own. I had help from Maddie, Jojo, and the guy in the suit. But now, I was alone and the pressure was killing me. The risks were high and I was in no way trained for this. But again, time was running out and I could not afford to hesitate any longer. Taking a deep breath, I tried to push aside the fear and uncertainty clouding my mind. I needed a plan, a way to approach this situation without putting myself or anyone else in danger. But every idea that crossed my mind seemed futile and reckless. With trembling hands, I reached for my ph
Victor leaned in, his words hung in the air, causing my breath to hitch. I sort of knew that he was going to say something along those lines but hearing them still came as a shock. This could be a way to do what Fallon had asked me to do. It was risky and made me feel very dirty but if it would be the cost of getting this done, then I think I was going to do what he was suggesting. But hold up! I don’t mean actually having sex with the guy! Just leading him on until I find a way to end his life. Gosh, this was certainly not the life that I had envisioned for myself. “Really? Who said that?” I led him on. He chuckled deeply, enjoying that I was entertaining his little game. He shrugged. “I don’t know, a blog, scientist, or someone important. I don’t know, but I do know that it works.” He proceeded to place his hands around my hips. I felt the need to push him away but I needed this charade to be believable, so I let him do what he was doing. Gosh, this felt all kinds of wrong. A
I continued to play my part, feigning a mix of annoyance and seduction as I leaned against Victor, waiting for the tension to ease. There were obstacles, but everything was still going according to plan; not that I had some fixed plan anyway. As the guards reluctantly stepped aside, he led me away, his presence as a shield against any further interference. With each step, I knew that this was getting more real. Once out of earshot, Victor turned to me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like we’re free to go,” He said, his voice tinged with amusement. “You handle pressure quite well.” He seemed pleased. I forced a smile, masking the turmoil within. “Just part of the game,” I replied, my tone casual despite the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. We walked out of the club until we reached the parking area. “Damn, I want to f*ck you so bad,” He said to me as we walked to his car. But I did not want us to use his car, it could tracked. I did not want anything to lead back to me. “
Was I going to do this? Was I really going to do this? An image of Chris flashed in my mind and I could not help but feel a pang of pain his my chest. This would be the second time that I would be doing something like this. The first was with the CEO, and now it was with this mafia boss, or whoever he was. I did not like it. I did not like it at all. I just wanted to close my eyes and when I opened them, it’d all just be a dream. But in this case, a nightmare. “What are you waiting for?” A voice startled me, dragging me back to reality. I then noticed that it was Victor. “Wh–what?” I asked, still trying to process it all. “What are you doing? I told you to take off that dress, didn’t I?” He spoke in a tone that annoyed me. But as I said, I was on a mission, I could not let my emotions get in the way. I swallowed, proceeding to reach for the zipper for my dress. It was located on the right-hand side so it was much easier to undo myself. He watched me as I did, like a lion watchi
My heart raced as Victor’s eyes blazed with fury. I scrambled to my feet, clutching the razor tightly, my mind racing for an escape plan. Because how in the world was I going to fight this man who looked like he could lift ten times my weight in the gym.But before I could even take a step, Victor lunged at me with a ferocity that sent chills down my spine. I dodged his attack just in time, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was going to die!With trembling hands, I held up the razor defensively, ready to use it if necessary. This was so much different; so much chaotic than when I had to deal with the CEO. “You think you can betray me?” Victor’s voice was a menacing growl as he advanced towards me, his eyes glinting with malice. “You’re nothing but a worthless tramp!” His words stung, even though I knew that I was not who he had said I was. But the thing was, at this point, could I say I was not? In order to do Fallon’s bidding, I had to throw myself at me
Time seemed to stand still. Everything did as I plunged the razor forward with all the strength that I could muster. It found its mark, piercing Victor’s flesh with a sickening sound that made me nauseous. His eyes widened in shock and pain as he staggered backward, a crimson liquid gushing out of the wound. It seemed like he wanted to fight back but he could not bring himself to do that. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of our ragged breaths. Then, with a low groan, he collapsed to the ground, his lifeblood pooling around him. I stood there, trembling with a mixture of fear and adrenaline, unable to comprehend what I had just done. But as the reality of my actions sank in, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over me. I had done it. I had taken down the man who stood in the way of me doing Fallon’s bidding. It felt so good but also so awful. I was relieved, I would say that. This man could have easily killed me. So now, this was my second body count. I ha
As the moon painted the orphanage in its silvery glow on the eve of my 18th birthday, fear gripped my heart, causing my throat to get dry. Turning 18th was something huge. If not for everyone, it would be for us who lived in this hellhole that was called an orphanage. This was something that every omega feared, every one of us within these desolate walls. The clock on the wall suddenly made a small sound, signaling that it was now midnight. “Happy birthday to me,” I sang to myself in a depressed tone, tears filling my eyes as I remembered that I did not know anything about my parents. I was only told that they had dropped me off when I was born, at the doorstep of the orphanage, all bloody and slippery. And that was all I knew. I could not and still cannot understand how someone would be able to do that to their child; to a newborn baby that did not do anything wrong! But I guess bad luck and pain had been my best friend from the very beginning. Tears slid from my eyes and fel
I watched the smile deepen on the face of Mother Teresa as I was called to the front of the line, my heart thundering in my chest. There were so many eyes on me and I had never felt so self-conscious. In the shadow of her passive-aggressive demeanor, a conversation unfolded. She feigned sweetness, saying, “Rue, dear, aren’t you looking stunning in that uniform? A perfect fit, just like the life we have provided for you here.” I resisted the urge to scoff, keenly aware of the underlying sarcasm, replying, “Thank you, Mother Teresa. I try my best to follow the rules and look presentable.” That was the only way to respond to her, with respect and humility. She was the owner and head of the orphanage. She owned us all. With an air of false concern, she continued, “Rules are crucial, especially for orphans like you. We must mold you into refined individuals, even if some need a bit more molding than others.” She cast a devious smile at me. I suppressed my frustration, nodded, and