MAKAYLA POV
Her fingers leisurely yet with impatience, tapped the table. He was supposed to be here.
9:00pm. Her glittering gold watch read. Her frown deepened. She was hungry-- very for that fact and her father, adopted, wasn't here for the dinner at a luxury suite, that he himself invited her to. If she didn't love the man, she would've left. This was an insult!
Her jaw ticked as the faint ticking of her watch filled her eardrums. Where was the damn man?! Again, she repeated, if she didn't love this man, she would've left.
Picking up her glass of exotic champagne, her perfectly manicured fingers played with the glass, her reflection becoming visible to her eyes. Her excellently carved eyebrows, eyes, lips; lips that never smiled, nose and the outlines of her face. Those weren't hers. It belonged to another-- a dead another.
This face wasn't hers.
Life, oh life and it's little petty quirks.
Five years ago, everything was different. Her face, character, everything was different.
Makayla was different.
The day the tragedy turned her life in a route she would've never imagined. Not that she hated it. A fatal car crash that should've left her dead, just like the original owner of this face.
She remembered, opening her eyes to bright white lights, with doctors and nurses over her, watching, saying what she couldn't fully comprehend.
She did remember the doctors plain sentence. She has awoken. That meant a lot. She has awoken symbolized the beginning of the life of new Makayla.
Till this day, when she stood before her mirror, and her full view came to view, those words echoed through her eyes.
She has awoken. It never came with a smile. It shouldn't.
A man came in soon after. Old looking, not too old, middle sixties, with a smile, the smile of a father seeing his daughter. He called her Makayla. At times, apart from her face, she knew he saw his former daughter in her. It didn't upset her, rather, she was glad. She took him as her own father, her saviour, and the warmth in his eyes when he saw her, talked to her, hugged her was something incomprehensible. She wanted it. She felt safe with it, accepted.
Who, what she was cannot be remembered, sadly, yet not so sadly. Not even a name to her past self, not even a dream, a memory to bring comfort.
She has awoken.
Waking up from that hospital bed, was her new birth. Rebirth as they liked to name it. Whenever she tried to recollect, her head always hurt, maybe her past was like that. Filled with hurt and that's why it's hidden, vanished, probably never to return.
9:20. Bringing the champagne to her lips, she poured and gulped, her taste buds reviving to life as the delightful champagne met with it.
She ordered for another, patiently waiting for her saviour. He was rich, her father, filthy for that matter and gave her whatever she pleased, desired. Pampered she might say. She was particularly thankful he didn't hide the truth of her existence from her.
Two days later after she had woken up, he sat with her and they had a long chat. Still, he called her Makayla. That meant acceptance. A stranger, then, gave her that.
With time, she grew into her rebirth as Makayla, quite well.
Her father taught her the grace and effortless yet powerful way of dominance.
9:25.
A being who dominates it's own kind can rule, achieve, manipulate anything, anyone.
Dom. She was a dom, proudly.
At first, it sounded off, weird. Now twenty seven, experienced, and cultured, she fully understood why and oh, she was grateful. She had that aura of rich, dominating and should be feared wherever she went and with who she met. That's the main reason, she's very powerful, both money and otherwise.
9:30.
Still, there was something missing, a thing that she couldn't figure out. Anyone who knew her, knew she never had a smile on her face. There wasn't a reason to.
There was a sadness that all the money, power couldn't give her. She knew it was because of her forgotten life. She wanted to know who she was. Maybe she had a family. Family.
Maybe.
And now, they wouldn't know she was alive, and even if she managed to find them, they still wouldn't know her. She had changed.
She was-- is Makayla.
Her former face had also burned away, not managing to give a small glimpse of who she really was-- is.
Life and it's petty quirks.
Her soul was incomplete. Something was missing, and no one could find it.
9:35
Makayla decide it was time to go home, to the comfort of her bed, to her comfort zone.
KNOX POV
He continued to scroll down until he got to her picture, "Oh!" He exclaims. "That ass." He smiled to no one but himself
"Makayla Adamson." He breathed out.
He continually checked the file that contained everything he needs to know about his next "target"
Name: Makayla Adamson
DOB: February-02-1990
Age: 27years
Height: 5ft9
Weight: 56kg
Genotype: AA, O- (negative)
Eye color: Gemstone green
Hair color: Wavy brown
"Brunette." He grinned and continued to browse through the file.
Skin color: Tawny
No disorders, no disability.
He read through the remaining papers, placed it back on the counter then stood and walked out of the kitchen to the living room balcony.
The cool afternoon sun blew against his olive skin tanned body.
Knox took some sip of his vanilla cream, his mind dashing to Corey Argento, his father who gave to him all the wealth he had today, although it was generational.
Every member of the Argento family are known in America to be the richest family. The name is not just known in America alone, but in every country that is associated with them.
La gambilia La Argento, Argento Hotels and Suites, Argento Restaurant, Argento Auto mobile company...and the list goes on.
Only that, people didn't know that the Argentos were the greatest con artist.
Pick an Ace or a King card and they'd end up switching it out of your hand until you.
"Ding Dong" The door bell rang.
He groaned.
KNOX POV"There she is." Fawaz pointed.Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow!Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks.He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice.(DOVE)"Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."She scoffed. "Oh permit me brother, I'm now old enough legally to do what I want.""What's your definition of legal?""When you look at someone and they blow your mind that all you can think of is fucking with 'em."Knox rolled his eyes. "Just say sex, it won't burn your tongue, besides she's my business."A man of fifty- seven years wearing a grey tuxedo, walked past the siblings without feeling his seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars wrist watch being removed.
MAKAYLA POVAs they descended down the stairs, holding hands, all heads veered to their direction.The brunette from earlier sneered, jealousy written boldly on her forehead but invisible to all eyes. Except that it showed on her face as her frowns deepened."If you keep staring at them like that, you'll grow old like my aunt Imogen. Whenever she stares at people like that she wishes them bad and as a result, she never got anyone to love her.""Shut up Roberts." She hissed, rolling her eyes.He chuckled mockingly."Douche bag." She sneered."Waqiha."She gave him a stern, threatening glare for calling her a slut which he returned. Her black lined eyes with kajal made the glare more terrifying that it made Robert turned his attention else where.He couldn't wait for Knox and him to be alone so he could tell him what was happening.The angry voice of Mr. Phillipe boomed everywhere in the casino. "Who stole my wrist watch?!"
AL-AMIN QURAISHI ABBADIIt was almost four in the afternoon which meant it was about time for Asri prayers. He entered his praying room with his "Tashbih" in his hand."BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,AL HAMDU LILLAHI RABBIL 'AALAMEEN, AR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,MAALIKI YAWMID DEEN,EYYAAKA NA'BUDU, WA EYYAAKA NASTA'EEN,EH'DENAS SIRAATAL MUSTAQEEM, SIRAATAL LAZINA AN'AMTA 'ALAYHIM; GHAYRILMAGHDOOBI 'ALAYHIM WALADDAALEEN" AMIN.He said a short prayer: BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEMQul huwa Allahu ahadAllahu assamadLam yalid wa lam yooladWa lam yakul-lahu kufuwan ahad. Amin.When he was done praying, he called for one of his servants' to serve him some fruits including his favorite, water melon.Taking a seat by the oval- like egg shaped pool, he silently listened to the bubbling water that coordinate
The clubhouse was booming with some good Rock ‘n’ Roll music. His statue was slim, with numerous tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. He had tinted green hair that stood upright at exactly the middle of his hair. His lower eyes were lined darkly with 'Kajal'.He looked extremely tough as his jawline was set straight. A stripper passed by him and he unabashedly spanked her ass. She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties.Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission.“Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very.His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.AL-Amin, h
Knox"Good morning." Low pitched, a little groggy yet soft came a woman's voice.His eyes remained closed and partly, he was still asleep."Knox, wake up c'mon."He shifted and a low rumble escaped his lips."Ayesha." He murmured, sleepily. "Ayesha...""Ayesha? Who is Ayesha? Knox, open your eyes." And slowly, he did."Ayesha..." A little drowsily but yet awake, he met her eyes. It was exactly the same."Who is Ayesha, Knox?"It wasn't her. It couldn't be her. His chin gutted.Makayla was who appeared before his eyes. She was kneeling with hands on his shoulders."Get your hands off me." He lowly growled."Excuse me?""Right this second Makayla.""Why the sudden attitude?" She wasn't budging. Stubborn, and j
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!Spike yelled as he punched the wall. The impact didn’t bring him any pain...not at the moment. How could he have possibly missed the shot?With rage brewing in his blood, he picked up a bottle of whiskey, drank from it before smashing the bottle against the wall.Never in his life of being an assassin had he ever missed a shot. He plopped himself down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his mind vividly going back to how this life he was in began. Spike Aryan Farooqi was just seven years old when he was forcefully taken away from his father. To this day, he never knew why. His mother was brutally raped to death in his presence.Before her death, his mother had begged for his sister not to be raped but even after she was done with, his sister followed suit. The young girl was just thirteen. Ever since, they’ve been separated and he was taught to kill.
Al-AminIt was two in the morning, he couldn't sleep, not after what happened last night. The whore he had brought home was a spy, if he hadn't came out of the bathroom sooner, she would have planted the camera. Fuck her!But she was so trained, he had to admit. She had been in the torture room since the last eighteen hours and still she hadn't given up the name of who she works for.How dare that slut!Al-Amin poured himself another glass of champagne. He picked up the glass and took the long hallway past the hall then took the elevator down to the library.The torture room was soundproof and situated in the library. He entered a code on the wall and the shelves separated while he strolled in."Did she talk yet?" He asked."No boss." Zach answered.Al-amin took from the tools laid out on the table. Maria's eyes followed it. The scalpel, hamme
MakaylaWith delight in her heart, she picked up her phone once she saw the caller."Hello papa" She sing-sang."My dearest Makayla." Al-Amin greeted on the other end of the line."Papa, are you well?" Makayla, worried by the distress in his voice."Oh I am, just a little trouble here."Makayla shot up from her seat. "What trouble? Tell me you're okay? Do you need me to come home?"Al-Amin chuckled. "Stay where you are? It's nothing serious.""What happened though?" Makayla asked, a bit calmer."I went for a party and brought a beautiful girl home. She turned out to be a spy from Khalil.""Oh my God! Papa." Makayla gasped."Yeah, she's in my custody.""Is it still on the matter of you being a shareholder in his network and security company?" Makayla aske