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 hard human. I just gave you the best head. You were moaning so high. I served you well without a care for my own release even though I wish to get it from you so bad. I am trying to fix you. I know it will be a complete waste of effort to try to fix you. You are way past fixing, but I know as long as you have your heart still beating and blood still running through your veins, you are capable of feeling more than rage and hatred.” He replies as he gets off the bed with his clothes.
“Get out!” I hate to be loud.
“I will see you again.” He replies as he adjusts his t-shirt.
“You may see me again but make it be that I do not see you.” I respond while leaving the bed with nothing but my panties and his eyes follow my every move as I turn my bag upside down so the only four contents in it fall out.
Picking up the lighter, and the pack of cigarettes, I pick out one and light it up as I shove it between my lips.
“The meetings? Group missions?” He asks.
I forgot to introduce Matt. He is also one of the trusted men of my Dad. An agent too who has failed six missions in his two years of working for my Father. Anyone who fails more than three missions automatically falls on my father’s blacklist but one can say he found favor in the sight of my Dad whose ruthlessness I inherited in multiple folds.
Favor in the sight of my father? I will rephrase that.
My Dad wants me married to an agent like myself. Better said, he wants me married to the son of his best friend and maybe the only reason I am keeping him around is because Matt knows we will never work out. Like he said, I am beyond repair. Man can only try to let me know he cares.
But I do not care.
Without one more word he slams the door on his way out, leaving me to pick up the pistol and jack-knife that fell out with the lighter and pack of cigarettes. Striding to the bathroom, I stub the cigarette in water and dump it in the wastebasket. One last glance at the mirror, I hurry back to the room.
Taking my clothes off the sofa, a whiff of my scent and Matt’s goes through my sense of smell as I wear it. One more glance to make sure this hotel room has no staff or next guest thinking otherwise, a hiss escapes my lips as I remember dumping the cigarette in the trash basket.
Heading back to the bathroom, I take out the cigarette, flip open the closet cover, dump it there and hit the flusher as my burner phone vibrates in my pocket at the same time my main phone rings.
My burner phone means business. My main means either my Dad, Aunt, or one of the messes I might have gotten with because I needed to calm the one between my legs. My burner phone comes first, whoever is calling can be answered later.
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Kill order 1xxx.
I read as I take out the other phone.
“Ignore the order text, Matt or Shemz will go. Be here now.” My father says as I press the phone to my ear on my way out.
Ending the call, I adjust my hair.
••
“Mr. Hoffman just doubled the initial amount promised and he has paid in advance.” Aunt Kitra informs me as I walk into the basement where she and my father have been waiting impatiently judging by the crease to my father’s brows and his stance of displeasure.
“I have no proper excuse for failing for the first time, but I promise this second chance will not be taken for granted,” I assure her, as well as my father.
“Tell us exactly what resulted in your failed mission. It could not have been because he is an extremely hot one.” I hate that Aunt Kitra is the only one speaking.
His silence never really means well.
“He had an inhuman speed.” I tell them.
“Inhuman speed?” My father finally speaks, making the rest of my words that would have let them know even the color of his eyes changed, disappear.
“Yes, he was too fast.” I break it down like they didn't understand what I said the first time.
“Ever heard the saying: Even your best friend might not be human? You should have, it is randomly said amongst people in public because rumor has it that we have more than ten wolves in the city. Humans who shapeshift.” Aunt Kitra words release an uncontrolled scoff from me.
“You believe that?” I ask.
“Twenty-five years ago, rumors had it that people who were not human had invaded the city. For a while people went missing only to be found cold dead with animal marks on their neck, tummy or arm some days after. Whenever it was the twentieth hour of each day, people called on their loved ones to be sure they were at home and safe. By the twentieth hour not even a soul who wants to live to see the next day would be out. It was beyond the government. They had no control until the hunters were dispersed. I was one of the hunters. In a bid to save myself, I had mistakenly used my silver ring to hit one of them across the face and that was when I realized the only thing they could and cannot heal from is silver. I told the rest of the men who were on that mission with me to retreat.
A brilliant idea had crossed my mind and so I returned home and called on able smith men to make bullets made of silver. I then made a deal with the government. A deal that let us slide off legal reports now. With guns loaded with silver bullets, we killed what they used to call a pack. We killed more than half of them while the rest never showed up. They were fast. They had and probably still have more abilities but the eye color changes and their agility cannot be forgotten.” My Father narrates.
I hate surprises. Why has no one mentioned their existence before now? If I heard that story from someone else, I would most definitely not believe it but I might have had a tiny bit of doubt only because of the mention of eye color change when I had not said a word about it.
“In other words the Alpha Mr. Hoffman paid huge to have dead is a werewolf and he can shape shift, hence the only way I can end him is with either a bullet made out of pure silver or anything silver as long as it is pure.” I state more to myself than to either of them.
“Yes.” Aunt Kitra responds.
“He will be hosting an event like he normally does every evening preceding the new year.” My father initiates.
“This weekend?” I ask to verify.
“Yes, that is where you will take him down.” My father adds.
“I had and still have so much faith in myself. I never wear a mask except when necessary because I am too sure my target will never be able to tell a soul who I am. I did not use a mask. He has seen my face. He is probably looking for me now, so if you have those silver bullets amongst the bullets you have here in this basement. Let me complete the mission.” I say.
He has my necklace too and other than the fact that he must die because his kill has been re-ordered, he must die because I hate failure. He must die before he finds me. He must die tonight.
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?
SADIE. I do not know where to start from. For the first time in a while, I am actually confused. I know for a certain that there is an eighty percent chance that every single word, the Alpha—I mean Emmett. Everything he said will be right if they are not right already. I am not someone to be swayed easily or tossed around. Before I jump into this conclusion, I will most definitely give it my all to hear my father and aunt Kitra spill nothing but the truth to me. I sincerely hope they will not tell even a lie. I trust them so much and I do not trust myself on how I will take it if they betray my trust. They are the only people I have ever trusted after Esther. For now, I feel nothing but immerse pain in every part of my body. Every single part, not excluding the one you might be thinking about. My fingers are shaking involuntarily and my toes are curling. My normally pale skin looks paler and if I were to judge if it were not I in this position, I will most definitely say I look dead
SADIE.Dumping the duffel bag on the concreted floor of the basement, I pull the scrunchy out of my hair such and shake my head as I use my fingers to comb through my strands slightly so they cover my face. I pull off my jacket too and dump it in the fire place as well as my gloves. Emmett let me go with everything I came with including the same pistol that was positioned and fired at him.In nothing but a black tank top and ripped black jean, I walk out barefooted. The basement door maybe so silent but my father has a device that alerts him so I expected him here. These approaching footsteps? I also figured Aunt Kitra would want to be present.Holding my breath, I brace myself mentally for the impact of his coming hit and he does not disappoint. As soon as he appears in front me, I find myself staggering backwards as his boot connects with my right shin and his hand hit me across the face.The men get beaten up so bad whenever they mess up. I volunteered for this so I am not complain