My breath steamed in the air as exhaled the air out of my lungs. The rapidly falling snow kissed my black leather jacket as I got on the balcony. I was a little bit tensed but not afraid though it was the very first time I was going to do it.
It was a grey wet evening with the drizzly rain to accompany the snow. The air was swollen…what a perfect day for a mission!From the spot I could get a clear view of her room from the balcony. Yes … Monique was going to be my prey. I wanted her dead not because of passion. No… I had been contracted to.A mafia boss wanted her dead for his personal reasons. I had joined the 'Hit Men', this secret gang of young assassins.I wanted fame and I was ready to do anything to earn it. My budding music carreer … I was ready to sacifice whatever for it. I wanted to be a superstar.I joined the gang owned my own producer. I took a bloody oath to remain faithful to him no matter the situation. It was just a month ago.The urge to become a superstar couldn't allow me to rest. My blood was boiling with hunger for success.I pulled out and assembled the rifle, my heart was racing in my chest. Somehow my fingers were shaking as I mounted it.Most of the the curtains of the neighboring were drawn except for Monique's room. It was now or never. I was confused for a moment. I wondered if I was taking the right mission. I saw in her in a state I had least anticipated. The beauty lady on the other side of the room was familiar… my all time crush!Monique was pointing a gun at her head, at the door the beautiful lady was crying. Was it going to be a murder-suicide case? I had to act fast… I pulled the trigger and what I saw next was the bloodstain on the walls.I was done and gone! But something stirred up in my soul. I couldn't remember her name very well but I knew her father, Moreno Freeman.Killing Monique meant free sessions to record and release my music to the public without paying a single cent. I couldn't get her out of my mind though I had to keep my secret to myself. I learnt that she was mistaken to be the killer of her cousin through my producer. To him it was a plus. But y was sad though I wouldn't dare tell him the truth.She however thought she committed suicide, I knew. I got into her room when she was first asleep. Her rouge-red hair was glossy and fine. Her velvety eyelashes rested beautifully above her closed eyes.She was definitely sad… the torrents of tears were visible on her fine cheeks. She must have been crying before she got carried away.Her strawberry sweet lips were amazing though they were visibly dry. I was still admiring her when she slowly opened her eyes. I didn't want to confess that I had fallen in love with her at first sight though that was the reality. I was already in love with her sad face. I had to restrain myself from telling her the truth. Until Will Still got in everything was fine. I saw how her mood changed affected by his presence.I had murdered his daughter and the innocent girl was to bear his wrath"You killed my daughter? Didn't you?" His hoarse voice echoed in the room.She squirmed in the bed and glanced at me with tearful eyes. I was her only saviour. Rivulets of sweat trickled down her forehead as she fearfully shifted between thick bedsheets.Her grey face was marred with terror. Will Still and Moreno were brothers and great friends. Both were mafias and allies of my producer."Somebody send you to get rid of her? Mmmh… who is he?" A throaty voice escaped from his lips as he folded his hands behind his back.Her eyes gawked in disbelief as jaws tensed. Her body remained still beneath the blue bedsheets. Will Still took a few steps towards her and I could see how she silently wished the she could just disappear in that bed.. His devilish stare scared the hell out of her feeble body.His square jaws clenched, his mouth twisted wryly as his nostrils flared in anger. I thought he was going to strangle the poor girl to death. She was literally crying and pleading with him."I didn't... Please ... Spare me... ," She begged in a suffocated whisper while raising her hands."You will face the wrath of the monster, bitch!!" He cursed in a deafening voice and stomped out of the room slamming the door behind him."I didn't kill her... I didn't do anything," she whispered as tears rolled down her sad cheeks. She looked more beautiful when she was sad.Watching her shed tears made me admire her more. I wanted to kiss her and make love to her but I flashed the idea out of my mind.She sobbed in sorrow and pain as I watched in silence."They won't kill you when am hear. Trust me , am going to get you out of this dungeon before it's too late," I beamed with a smile. As she shifted and sadly looked at me, the glimmer of hope in her bright angelic eyes faded away."She committed suicide. She was just depressed," her soft singsong voice sneaked out her dry lips.It's when I remembered seeing Monique holding a pistol. I thought she wanted to shoot her in the process.As honest as she was be beasts in human skins were not going to listen to her. I was the only escape route. Though I was not going to tell her the truth that I was the devil behind her twisted fate.Mr. Upamecano wanted Monique dead. In one way or the other he wanted to hurt Will Still. But things had taken an absolute different path. Turns out Monique was suicidal already. Charlotte too has been forced into the mix as the suspected killer.Whatever they were cooking for her ... She would just be lucky to be alive again. Mafia bosses never entertain any one meddling in their business."Am gonna look for a way to get you out of here before they harm you," I promised as I took her cold hand I'm to my mine."Am fated to death... Am going to be punished for things I didn't do," her soft monotonous voice pierced through my ears.The killer was sitting right before her. Smiling at her f**king fate. Her sad voice soothed my ears. I wanted to listen to her for the rest of the day."You don't know who I am yet. Am a big man... You see am gonna sing a song for you," I said joyfully as I stood and walked to the window.Her blank stare meant she didn't understand what I had just said. I drew the curtains and the rythymic creaking of tree branches got my attention.A swift knock on the door followed by the coincidental buzzing of a phonecall.It was once a haven of peace a few days ago. How fast I became a hostage only my broken soul could understand.The same people l had embraced with dozens of smiles and warm hugs. Everything had now turned upside down... I was in violent whirlpool being dossed around like fragments of pepples.Why? I had already spent days in bed in the damp store. Awaiting for dark rewards my screwed fate had for me. I don't know if her body had been laid to rest. I wish I had talked to her earlier when I realized that she was not well. She decided to take it in her own hands and I had to face the wrath of the beasts who would not give me a chance to speak.She was so selfish to have left me in this alward state. My body was still aching... I can't tell what they did to me. I constantly felt that they had turned me into their punching bag even after I had blacked out.Being an introvert, the idea of having lots of friends was never my thing. I liked keeping things to my own. My only loyal friend, Lou
"Hey man, what's up. Aren't you supposed to be working on your project now?" Jacob's deep voice startled me. I was almost lost thinking about the girl I thought was dead at that moment. As I sat at my perfect spot overlooking the beautiful pine trees I couldn't stop fantasizing about her. I was supposed to be working on my new song but I just couldn't concentrate at all. My mind was elsewhere."I had to take a small break. I feel tired," I lied faking a smile to conceal my nervousness. His piercing glare made me uncomfortable. I wanted to excuse myself and walk away but he trapped me."What were you doing in Moreno's house?" he asked as he gently patted my shoulder. I composed myself to hide my fear. His dark obsidian eyes looked scary and devilish. I could feel his warm breath right on my ear. "I went to check on her, she's... She was my old class mate in elementary school," I lied again. I had seen her a couple of times before. Many times she had refused to talk to me. "You a
Somewhere in the darkness of my overwhelmed soul, my dimming star was struggling to regain its former glory. Three weeks had gone by and I was merely a shadow of my former brilliant self. All I wanted was to become a doctor and the rest would follow. And this was not part of my plan... There was no way this would be. Some had fixed it there perfectly. So all this long dad had been thinking I didn''t know anything about his illegal deals. The illegal fire arms business deals, the dark and secret hard drug deals he is part of. Things have never been the same since my parents joined the underworld empire. Especially my Dad, he has changed a lot. I don't think if he still looks at me the same way he used to. I get tempted to ask him if am his biological daughter but I refrained from doing so. Until Monique's shit happened... There has always been vengeance in his dangerous eyes. Whatever transformed him into a beast he has become must be so cruel. The nights would go out and I wo
I knew I was just a step away from the death. If Jacob knew o was there he would just put a bullet through my skull or worse inflict pain and watch bleed to death.I wasn't ready for any of that. I wanted to be alive and watch her sad face. I still couldn't understand the kind of force that was pushing me to her room every day. My budding music career was promising, my star was shining bright. Ever since I put a bullet in Monique's head everything was flowing.Not a single day had I had felt remorseful for what I did to her. I hoped Jocob would give me more assignments.That evening when I jumped out of the window into the freezing cold of the evening falling ice. I had my heart in my hands. Some where from the other balcony I saw him staring at me as I struggled to make my way down the stairs of Moreno's building.My hands were sweaty and I almost slipped and dropped from the window from the forth floor of the storey building. I could feel his eyes school me from the other end. His
I was engrossed in the love making session. It was the first time I was making out with a guy I new little about. Rotimi was perfect... His romancing skills were dope.I felt the cold breeze kiss my sensitive skin and it just made me feel better. He was romantically choking me and I coughed. That's when I woke up to the realization and the irritating truth that it was just a mere dream.I was in the same place where the 'beasts' had left a few hours ago. Not that cossy and comfortable bed in the fantasy world.For a moment I had felt like a queen in her own kingdom only to be ushered back to reality as if I had boarded the wrong automotive. I was literally shaking as the hairs on my skin stood arect. I froze with the bedsheets. I wanted to scream but a pert of my mind advised me against the decision. They would think I was just faking it and I would instead be punished for disrupting then.I saw a dark figure or I thought my eyes were just playing tricks on me again. No it was real.
Who was that? Her firm nipples pressed against my chest in fear till I could hear her palpating heartbeats. The cold sweat trickled down my forehead though I had favorite hoodie on.I had heard of stories of haunted houses. The way they sounded scary and weird I could better die than be in one. Her wringing hands grabbed me till I could feel some pain. It was as if she was trying to force her way through me. My eyes remained transgixed on the hard mahogany door even as the footsteps dissappeared away into the corridor. I feigned confidence and faked affectionate smiles to please her.Behind the ribcage my own heart was threating to escape. I steeled myself and remained rooted on the floor. My wild thoughts, a few heartbeats away, got me lost in my small world. Jacob... That no nonesense guy. Then demigod of all, the one Clemont Hill. The same guy I was about to mess with his property.I felt like I was a corpse already.I was risking with my life. The end I olcould only hope it wo
My lips parted in a silent surprise as my eyes gawked in disbelief. My mind did a quick flash back to the erotic vidoes Monique used to watch in private. Somehow my heart raced and I slightly panicked as my fingers held his big cock. I struggled to camflouage the shock with the fake confidence. I was just an innocent.... I used to be an innocent virgin before.But I was fond of erotic novels and in my small mind I had the perfect the scenes... The fantasies of the things I admired till I made the superb Rotimi.Wait!I even blamed myself for having underated him before. I was that super shy girl in public but with the dirtiest mind ever. If those who thought I was super cool knew what was running in my head they would just curse themselves over and over.For a moment I had forgotten that I was a captive. That my fate was twisted to favor the brother to the devil, Clemont Hill.If my whole life was a dreamland then it would have been the most perfect. "Just ensure you tell Moreno to
My life had turned into some sort of series of episodes of the most epic horror movie. A day wouldn't go by if without something triggering my adrenaline. Not a day without almost developing a heart attack.Will still had just left in anger again after smashing the socket as if it owed him some peace of mind. Even prisoners in maximum prisons were at more at peace than me. May be these were the very last days of my life. Every day I had that peculiar feeling that my grave... My new home wasn't that far. I was closer and closer to the exit. 'Let it just kill me, whatever it is am tired of this fucking life,' I said in suffocated breath as I bit my lower lip in pain. I lay still in the bedsheets, afraid to even raise my head or breath and waited for trouble.The next thing was the dark figure in the window, and my mind flash backed to Rotimi... What if he was not the one?I had a life! Pieces of fragments of despair, tears , fear and anger weakly held together with some sort of str