Blood and Redemption: The Assassin Model

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, studying her reflection. She adjusted her hair—a sleek ponytail that showed off her high cheekbones and sharp jawline—while checking the straps on her sports bra and waistband of her leggings before slipping into her running shoes. She had a mission to complete and needed to be in top physical shape.

By day, she was a model, but by night, she was an assassin. Her father had been a member of the Mexican police force and when he was killed by one of the ruthless crime bosses in Mexico, she was left with nothing but a thirst for revenge. She had trained to become a killing machine and had taken down numerous targets with precision and efficiency.

Today, she had a job to do—to take out a high-ranking member of a notorious criminal organization in Mexico City. She had received her instructions from her client and everything was in place. She was ready to strike.

As she stepped out of her house and into the bustling streets of the city, she blended in seamlessly. Her athletic attire, paired with a pair of sunglasses and a cap, helped her to blend in with the joggers and tourists in the area.

She made her way to the designated location, a rundown bar in a seedy part of town. She scanned her surroundings before slipping inside and making her way to a secluded booth in the back where her target was supposed to be waiting.

Heather's heart raced as she took a seat and waited for her target to arrive. She felt the weight of her gun in her pocket and made sure that it was easily accessible.

But as the minutes ticked by, Heather grew increasingly anxious. Her intuition was telling her that something was off. Just when she was about to make her escape, the door of the bar swung open, and a group of men walked in. Among them was her mark.

She relied on her instincts, ready to make her move. But as she took aim, she saw something that made her hesitate. The face of her target was familiar, and as she tried to put a name to it, he turned to face her. It was Mack, the son of the crime boss that had ordered her father's murder.

For a moment, she was stunned. She couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. But then she remembered the years of training and discipline that had led her to this moment and steadied herself. Mack was just another job, and she was determined to complete it.

As she made her way out of the bar, her thoughts were consumed by Mack and the revelation of his identity. She had never hesitated before, but something about him had made her pause. She had to remind herself that she was an assassin, and feelings had no place in this line of work.

But as she walked through the bustling streets of Mexico City, she couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to change. She had no idea what lay ahead, but she was ready to face it head-on. She was a force to be reckoned with, and nobody could stand in her way.

She walked into a compound, straight to the cellar, and stepped into her large living room. She lived alone and grabbed a bottle of cognac, drinking straight from the bottle. Her cold face came into view as she looked dangerously beautiful and hot, enough to make fire jealous. She smirked then took hold of her phone and called someone.

"That mission will be for another day, it's been shifted," she said coldly, and the person on the other end scoffed.

"You don't order me, Heather," the masculine voice said, and she chuckled.

"Do what I say, or your secret is out," she said and hung up at once, cursing inwardly.

"How dare him. I'm not called Terminator for nothing," she muttered.

"Mack, get ready for this battle. Heather's kitchen is coming for you," she said and laughed loudly like the witch she was.

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VENOM EMPIRE

That's where Marcus lives, alone to avoid suspicious eyes. He just returned home from the club with a girl by his side. Yeah, he's a typical playboy, fucking around however he wants and getting any woman with a snap of his fingers due to his handsome face and perfect body with the money he's flowing in.

Marcus and the girl walk into the guest room and, before the girl even realizes it, he's already buried himself inside her, banging her like there's no tomorrow.

"Yes, yes right there."

"That's the spot, Mack."

"Omigod! Fuck my soul baby!"

The girl moans senselessly as he bangs her hard. Marcus is lost in the pleasure of the moment, his body moving rhythmically as he pounds into the woman beneath him. But suddenly, something feels off. He can't quite put his finger on it, but he feels like he's being watched. He tries to brush it off, thinking he's just being paranoid, but the feeling persists.

He slows down his movements and looks around the room, trying to spot any signs of intrusion. But there's nothing out of the ordinary. Just as he's about to resume his activities, his phone beeps with a message.

He fishes it out of his pocket while still inside the woman and sees a message from one of his associates. His heart sinks as he reads the message.

"Terminator is coming for you."

He's heard of the infamous assassin before but had never thought he would be a target. He tries to push the woman off him and get dressed, but before he can even get up, the door to the room bursts open, and a figure dressed in black steps in.

Marcus scrambles to grab his gun from the nightstand, but before he can even register what's happening, the person shoots him in the arm.

The lady he was with is long gone, having run for her life. Marcus looks up at the person that just shot him and grasps immediately then smirks.

"Terminator?"