VOID.I caught her in my arms, staring at her face as she dozed off. There wwas a twinge in my chest, one I definitely didn't like.Taking her into my arms, I took her upstairs to her room and gently laid her on the bed.What was it I felt for this lady that made me feel so guilty? What was it I felt for her that wanted me to do as she said?I waved it off. To feel was weakness. I didn't come this far by letting feelings get to me. Serpente needed to be dead. And it was only unfortunate that he was her father.I brushed my fingers through her front hair as I watched her sleep. She had been through a lot. The last thing she needed was being alone. Well, life was really unfair to her, wasn't it?I'd been a little struck when she'd told me the story of her and her bitchy sister. To think she'd have been that bitch...But how could someone so sweet have had a dark past? It was ironic, wasn't it? Being little, she has been a demon. But now, she couldn't eve
VOIDI pulled up in the front yard of Rocco's empire, and the moment I stepped out of my car, all eyes turned on me.The men looked at me like I was some danger - well, I was - while the ladies looked at me with a mix of fear and lust.Like sturdy pillars of strength, my broad shoulders commanded attention. And as I moved forward, the atmosphere itself seemed to acknowledge my presence.I could see it in those men, they wished to be me, have my kind of strength. But that was all it could ever be - a wish.My name is Void. It isn't some foreign name with a sweet meaning. It's the void you know - the word meaning empty.I'm called that because I'm void of emotions, void of fun, void of trust, void of empathy. Show me kindness, and I'll think you tryna mock me. But give me a gun, knives, or any sweet object with the ability to draw blood, and I'll show you just how amazing life can be.You can call me whatever the hell you want - a killer, a demon, a wizard.
VOIDI have been watching her for three days.I got to know where she worked, where she lived, and the fuckers she kept as friends. It was jaw-striking to know the bitch didn't keep the kind of friends I expected, or go the kind of places I imagined. The only places she had gone to was the mall and a church. A church! The whore was damn good at hiding her identity, wasn't she? She used her coffee shop as a facade while doing the dirty jobs behind the scene. What a pu$syhead.She probably noticed she's been watched, because she kept looking around from time to time. A smart motherfucker - I thought. It puzzled me how good she was at pretending. Heck! She was pretending, 'cause why the hell would a killer look so innocent? She was nothing like the lady I'd seen in the pictures. It wasn't just about the fact that she always wore long dresses, or the fact that she had a rosary around her neck which she touched from time to time. No, it wasn't just that. Th
JERAHI scooted backwards on my butts, fear eating everything in me. I watched him close - lock - the door, before chucking my spray can to the floor. How did he get into my room? Who was he? What does he want with me?My heart was in my throat and had refused going down. The fact that he looked so deadly scared me even more. I may not have seen a lot of bad men, but my instincts told me the guy in front me was extremely bad, and dangerous. He was in black pants, black polo and a black jacket. Even his shoes were black, and he scared the living daylight out of me. He started approaching me, each step he took filling me with nothing but dread. "Please..." My voice shivered as I wriggled backwards."I...I... I have some m...money in m...my b...bag. J...Just take it all. T... Take ev... everything." I stammered, tears burning the back of my eyes. I stopped moving when my back hit the wall. I could literally hear my fear echoing in the chambers of my soul. H
VOIDMy face crumpled up as I watched her pass out on the floor. What the fúck is this? is this some kind of joke?I rose to my feet, taking a step away from her. Bewilderment washed over me. This was not the reaction I expected, not at all. How can a skilled fighter react that way? I knew what I watched in that clip. Coming here, I had expected she'd put up a good fight so I'd derive joy in breaking her. I've dealt with a lot of fighters, and the first thing they'd try to do is defend. But this bitch over here, I'd say it's understandable she ran for the door because she was terrified seeing me. Anyone would be terrified and probably try to run off as well. But when I gripped her by the waist, I had expected a good fight in return. I expected attempted kicks and punches, but what the hell did she try to do? She attacked me with a fúcking spray can. A fúcking spray can! No crazy bitch would do that. I could feel the lightness in her body when I tos
VOIDI walked back to where the unconscious bitch was and scooped her into my arms. It was taking me a whole lot to keep my cool. Since she was all bloody, I tried to escape my inferno with the fake images of her being my dead victim. Yes, she was dead and I was just going to dump her body in the trash can. That was the only way I could keep my mind sane a bit. Because, fúck! I hated this shit I'm about to do. I was a killer, I never abduct my victims. No matter how difficult they seem to be, I always get the answers I need out of their mouths before leaving the scene. This bitch right here was my first failed mission, and I hated everything about it. Well, it wasn't entirely a failed mission. It wasn't even a mission st all, because obviously, she's the wrong target. Fúck Rocco for messing up the identities. I departed the room and made use of the elevator to the last floor. Of course, I came across a few people who threw suspicious glances at me. Two of the
His words infused so much fear in me, I felt I'd been struck by lightening itself."Wh... what're you talking about?".I stammered, my eyes seeming like they'd fall out of my sockets.Obviously, he hated repeating himself, because he gripped the neckline of my dress next."No! Let me go!" I panicked, trying to free my dress from his grasp."Stay still, damn it!" He snarled, and although I was frightened, it wasn't enough to stop me from struggling with him. He acted like he wanted to tear my dress apart."Please! Please! Don't do this." I shook my head, holding my dress firmly and ignoring the pain that came from my hand.He seemed to get even angrier, but I couldn't let him bully me into it. If it was what I was thinking..."Please..." I added, hoping my words get to him somehow. "You can't do this to me. You...You can't." A tear coursed down my cheek as I dropped my gaze to the floor. Staring at him gave me the chills.He sighed and moved away from me, but I could tell he wasn't plea
VOIDNext morning, I woke up with a text from Damien, telling me Sylas had been spotted somewhere.Sylas was a brother to one of my dead targets who was supposed to be dead as well. He wasn't my major target, and that was the reason he wasn't killed initially. But after learning he could be a threat, I put him on my list.He had gone into hiding, knowing I was coming for him. I had concluded he was dead. But well, now he was back again. Obviously, a man could never hide forever.I worked out in my gym, took my bath, dressed into an all-black outfit and found my way to one of my black cars. Approaching the gate, my gateman slid it open for me. Gabriel was someone I had picked from the trash two years ago. I saved his life and gave him a new purpose to live. And since then, he's been working for me.Of course, I took my time to run some background check on him and got to know he didn't have a family. I learnt all about his previous acquaintances. Man only had th