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 or see is, kill order (with the code assigned to the one who is to die). And it will be done clean.
While other agents have had kills. I got more than their kills in my second week. I heard many did not have it to see skulls burst open or blood splatter more than once a day. As for me, I absolutely do not mind. What was ten or fifteen different skull bursting or blood spraying a day? It only cost me different road trips and some flights.
The other agents had warned me that I did too much. Some had told me they are advising me as a lady like me, while some said they were advising me like they would their daughters. The advice lines are always the same; ‘Very soon you will be caught by the cops, because you kill all your targets the same way. Not one would you aim at the heart or spleen, or even the liver, or some other vital organ. It is always in the middle of the forehead. Right above the nose bridge. On the root to be exact. In no time some power detective will start tracing the serial deaths. Rather than killing ten to fifteen a day, why not one? At least the attention will be reduced.”
I had replied to some with just one word; Thanks. While I walked away from some without a word. Both responses (the silent and the monotone one) did not mean I listened to act as advised.
If everyone fears death. I am sorry to everyone, but as for me. No one evades her. When she comes for me, she can have her ways. And if I dodge her, it is not out of fear it is all about the right time. If death chooses to come for me after I have completed my one goal, she is free but as long as the bastard who caused the pain I feel every of this day every year is still breathing; I have decided to make myself death.
Back to where I was…
While others lived in those type of houses, this particular billionaire whose ex had ordered his kill with all of the money she has in her life… lives in a fuck.ing cabin. Except for the fact that the cabin is a pretty large one compared to the rest around, you will never imagine that this is where the conglomerate owner lives. No security official or even a bodyguard like the two who follows him around in all of his press conferences, meetings, and even the office. Instead it is a German shepherd…
I look pretty normal. Pun intended because I am a pretty human too.
The dog would not bark at me because I look like I am going on a date.
Pretty long dress with thighs exposing slits when I walk. My makeup is heavier than normal. My scent is a petrichor one rather than my usual fruity or floral one. My heels inch is twelve. My waist length hair is dropped, rather than my usual ponytail or bun.
This style today because I need to not look like I have a holster wrapped around my thigh.
But of course, dogs bark at strangers and even sense peoples’ intentions. I am not a fan of pets, no offense. I used to like parrots, cats, and even dogs – but they all betrayed me.
Not at me though. This dog steps back, judging with my previous experience with dogs. It looks rather scared than scary. Good for me, but I do one thing. I step towards it to soothe its back as I run my hand on its fur, while looking into its eyes.
It awfully becomes calm and proceeds to sleep, making this easier for me than I would have ever imagined. While every lady makes clicking sounds with their heels, I know how well to tiptoe and walk silently in heels. Say it is impossible, but again it is I.
Another stupid move of this billionaire is his glass door. Extremely transparent and leaving no part within sight uncovered when you peep through. Annoyingly, I cannot fail to miss how hot he is especially as he keeps walking and working in his open kitchen shirtless, with his boxer brief leaving little to no imagination on how big he is in the middle.
Fu.ck me…
Not the sexual type. I meant stupid me.
Folding my hand into a light fist, I raise my hand to knock but as I raise my hand to knock his eyes meet mine instead.
Again! Annoyingly, I cannot fail to acknowledge his pretty eyes.
Then this devil proceeds to smile, absolutely sending my hands to my hair surreptitiously as I feel the heat low in my belly.
Again! Fu.ck me. And again, not sexually… but I would not mind if…
I could end him while he shuts his eyes in ecstasy as I straddle him in a fast fu.ck position…
No. no. not happening.
I must be crazy.
“You arrive earlier than agreed.” His deep manly voice soothes my soul, in a like-hate way.
“First, I thought you would be mad at the fact that the escort you had requested for is not the one standing in front of you. So, I thought I should arrive earlier. The name is Quetsiyah.” In case you think I would stutter or be unable to find my voice, I am not sorry to disappoint you.
He is not the first hot man I have seen. In fact the criteria to the guys who work me out in bed and on every surface possible is being hot. It is just that this man standing right in front of me. I mean this one I am meant to have buried one of my bullets in his skull, who keeps trying to access me with his eyes – feels and looks different.
“Quetsiyah…” He tests the name I was told my mother used to call me.
His voice keeps doing things to me. It arouses me too.
Wait… did I just give out my real and precious name that no one calls me?
I need to kill this man. Now.
“You are more beautiful. The agency would not have sent you instead if you are not capable. Come in, I was making dinner for myself, you could join in.” He says and turns his back to me, as he begins to make his way back to the kitchen.
A perfect opportunity to bury one of my bullets in the back of his head. And trust me by now that I am not going to waste this opportunity. Taking out my gu.n, I press my thumb against the suppressor as I flick my wrist slightly, aiming at his head.
My index finger pulls the trigger and at the speed of light, I find myself pinned against the wall with a blade grazing my carotid artery enough to have blood trickling down my neck.
Normally, by now I would have made a move and he would be dead but his hold is tight and I cannot explain the submission but I remain still as a whisper groan escapes my lips.
“You should never have taken the offer.” He says and as the knife drops, his hand replaces the knife as he chokes me.
Without letting go of his tight hold as tears form in my eyes from the tightness in my throat. He turns to face me, and my eyes drift to my gun laying on the floor before drifting to his eyes which are no longer a shade of green, rather it is a contrasting red color.
For the first time in ten years, I feel fear creeping its way to my heart.
“How did you get my dog to succumb to you?” He asks the most unexpected question.
Distraction with interest…
Jabbing my right knee in where the sun does not shine, I use my brass knuckled fingers to hit his face and just before he can act. I am out running with my gun.
What was that eye color change? Why the hell was he hard to kill? How did he escape the bullet?
He challenged me… challenged my skills. He is my first failure.
He just made me want to kill him more, his head ordered or not.
SADIEFOUR HOURS LATER.It always, like it always has to rain this day of every year. And I in all honesty, I have never minded but tonight’s feels like I am being punished for coming too late. If this heavy downpour is my punishment, it is not enough. No it is not. I should be struck by thunder or something more. I got carried away by my loss today. Him causing a raise to my heart, adrenaline aside. Not only is he the first person I failed to kill, but he made me feel something I hate to admit.“I brought flowers. I am sorry.” I whisper-cry as I kneel on the wet grass.Placing the flower on her name engraved on the stone, I pull the weeds around her grave with my hands. “I wish I was the one six feet under and not you.” I mutter as I continue plucking out the weeds.“Not only did I almost commit the gravest sin by forgetting to come here, I lost today. I failed to kill the Alpha guy. I do not know why he is being called an alpha. He is just some ordinary man. I could snap his fuck.
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
THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW. Alpha Emmett sits in his study with his business partners who are also his Beta and Gamma respectively as he requested their presence. His anger, less prominent than it had been initially after he felt deceived. He is a man of peace. A man who hates to be lied to. A man who loves his people and respects them as much as he can because no one can beat the respect the members of the pack have for him. “Who could have sent her?” Cullen, his best friend asks as he paces back and forth continuously. “Should the question be who sent her or why Emmett let her go? He could have easily killed her right from the moment he saw her and Shell did not bark.” Liam, the Gamma replies. The latter question makes Emmett groan internally, he knew he kind of messed up but he has no regret whatsoever that he did not kill her. He knows he will be lying to himself if he says he never wants to see her again. He in fact wants her at this event. “Was she that beautiful? Were her
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
SADIE.I do not need to open my eyes or wiggle my numb hands to know what this is. It is cold, way too cold probable around a degree Celsius or even less. I would wear a warm jacket and even a hat and gloves, take that I also feel the wind brushing past my goosebump-ed skin.I can tell where I am, I have tortured people in basements before and aunt Kitra trained me in my father’s basement. If this place does not give a basement even though I am yet to confirm, the crack sounds made from a burning wood to keep this place warm enough to some extent is enough to out what the place is.I will not give him what he expects. Not a whimper, not even a struggle with the zip ties chaffing raw into my wrist as I breathe in and out. What I know is until I avenge Esther, I cannot die. His death has been paid for and I will end up killing him. Moreso now, that he has marked me weak even in my own eyes by being able to have me strapped against a metal ch
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
SADIEI know better than to expect my father to release his secret search party to find me. I have disappeared after missions before so maybe he thinks I have disappeared again. Hoffman’s threatening letters would let him know I failed the mission again.I failed the mission, AGAIN!Shit. My head hurts. My body aches me so bad and my eyes are not responding to my will to open them. My lips are also not parting for me to speak and my fingers are unable to wiggle even for a sign of consciousness. I am fucked.They fell to the ground without me touching them. I fell unconscious too—I will blame it on the hit across my face. That hit was painful, I will admit just to you.I am in so much pain but I know better than to seek relief. I have inflicted pains on families in less than six months. I know better than to pray to anything or anyone. Sinners get forgiven. I am way past a sinner and I do not seek repentance. I want to p
SADIE. I just hope I am not slowly slipping into a coma. I can wiggle my fingers now, but not fully. In fact, I have only been able to wiggle the fingers once after he asked me to marry him. The pain that moves from my head to the back of my neck as his words begin to make more impact as it reiterates in my ears, is one enough to paralyze me further. Revenge? Yes. Marriage for revenge? No. I hate love so much. I have read books. I have seen movies even though I barely get the time to see any or read any recently, but it still does not clear what is already known. When two people of contrasting genders begin to share a space, they become obsessed with each other. They begin to lie to themselves as an individual. One would say, it is only normal to care about the person living on the same roof. They will both not know when they begin to feel jealousy when another person who may likely be a love interest approaches the other person. How else does someone get so attached to someone?