"Frank!" My mom cried loudly. A gunshot blew heavily and deafeningly inside a dark room, along with my mom's sobbing. She repeatedly yelled the name of her husband, but my dad wasn’t budging. My dad was dead on the ground, bloody and bruised. It took only one second for that pistol to fire right through my dad’s head. "Frank!" My mom cried my dad’s name as if he would wake up anytime soon. His body was starting to get colder in her arms. The warmth of his skin and the life in his eyes were now slowly fading away. "Mom?" A faint voice echoed inside the living room of our house, and I walked out of my bedroom silently. I looked over to the man who was holding a white handkerchief. It was still fresh in my mind—this memory that would scar me forever. I saw how that man pointed a gun at my dad. How calmly he pulled the trigger, like it was just a normal day at work. Unknowingly, I memorized the face, the gestures, and the physique of my father’s killer. Seeing a loved one die right bef
"Do you understand?" Zakael asked. "Yes." The word escaped my mouth hesitantly. I could not for a second, recognize my own voice. It was the tone of submission; my voice was so soft and dripping with acquiescence. It’s not often you can see Azalia Davis in a state of submission. Zakael stared at every inch of my face; half of my face was darkened with blood and I just hoped it’s dark enough for him to not notice. His thumb ran over my cheek, rubbing off a spatter of blood near my eye. I looked for a single emotion in his eyes… anything. Fear? Concern? Disgust? But I looked and there was none. Zakael looked at me calmly, almost too calm for a normal person. My clothes were soaked with blood that isn’t mine. I know my job is dangerous. It involved hurting and killing people. I could be in danger anytime. It’s a part of our job as agents. Zakael slowly withdrew his hand from my face. "You should wash up and rest." He said softly. "Zakael." I called his name in a soft whisper, almos
That night I slept like a baby. I slept better than I had in years. Zakael’s embrace was warm and tight, it almost felt like home. But it was just one night. I doubt there would be another chance of us sleeping together in one bed. I won’t allow it. Today, Zakael is just working from home. Meanwhile, Lewis was nowhere to be found. He mentioned that he’s needed at the agency for last week’s report. Ruby sent me an email of Zakael’s schedule and meetings for this week and the next. His schedule is packed as hell. I wouldn’t last a day in such a tedious job like his. Maybe, I’m just not meant for corporate jobs. I want to be out there more in the field, you know? Like tormenting people… Wrapping the clean robe around my body, I stepped out of the bathroom. But before I could walk all the way to the closet, I noticed a huge box sitting on the edge of my bed. It was a white box with a logo that shimmered in rose gold. It was a designer brand and I know an expensive designer when I see on
“What a beautiful dripping mess you are, Azalia.”A warm exhale fanned my neck, a trail of scorching kisses from Zakael followed afterwards. His head was buried on the crook of my neck as he rubbed my wetness. The wet damp of his lips on my skin was as addicting as feeling blood spatters on cheek. He licked, nipped every inch of my bare neck. I swear I could feel them already bruising.“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, biting my shoulder.Do I? I was too busy being a moaning mess for me to stop him. I was enjoying this as much as he does. Am I seriously considering this?“This isn’t fair.” I murmured, heavy breathing and wet strands sticking all over my face. I gripped onto his arms so hard that my nails clawed his skin. His fingers were perfect, slowly tormenting my sensitive folds. A finger slid inside of me as his thumb rubbed my clit. Heat erupted from my core like fire. I was so close to a release. My desperate cry of pleasure intensified; Zakael knew I was close.I hear Zakae
Dressed in nothing but black and melancholy, I made my way inside Lucid Haven. It's an exclusive club for elites, rich people. The interior itself screamed of luxury. The crowd was crazy loud, people were surrounded by dazzling disco lights and white smoke. There's a dance floor in the middle filled with dancing sweaty bodies; the smell of alcohol and cigars reeked in the air. With my ankle boots clicking heavily on the tiles, I went up the second floor where the VIP and VVIP rooms are located. I walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a door that was painted in black and had these gold details on it. I took the bubble gum I had been chewing out of my mouth and stuck it at the expensive wall. A silly smile stretched my lips. Without hesitation, I turned the door knob and opened the door slowly. The room looked really expensive from the velvet sofa to the hanging glass chandelier. “Well, damn,” I whispered to myself. My ankle boots made noises on the carpeted floor. I looked
I quickly walked away from the parking lot of the bar. My boots clicked on the ground as I strode. I need to get the hell out of this place. It will only take minutes before someone finds the dead bodies and then the police will arrive any moment soon. It's a good thing I brought a silencer. That way, I can buy myself more time to escape. “Hey, stop!” The man kept yelling as he followed me. This man can seriously be the reason if I get caught tonight. I will be damned at how loud his mouth is. I bit my lip when I realized this man still hadn't left me. My brows furrowed, and I let out a frustrated sigh. This is freaking annoying! I am not really much of a patient person, and I get irritated easily. “Leave me alone,” I said through gritted teeth, my fist balled. “Sorry, cupcake. I can't do that,” The man clicked his tongue and winked at me. Luckily, it's dark on this part of the street, so no one can really see if I shoot the man here. Is he drunk? Of course, he is. Otherwise, he w
It had been three years since I got back to New York City. I entered my apartment and immediately took a shower, sliding into the tub and staring at the bathroom wall in front of me. A sigh escaped my lips. I was tired, but I couldn't close my eyes; otherwise, I would fall asleep in the bathroom. I had just returned from Russia a few weeks ago. I was there for two years to finish a very important mission. God, it was exhausting. I had killed a whole bunch of people. Bad people. Smugglers. I did one year of planning and studying them. Then execution came after, and of course, I wasn't alone. The agency wouldn't let me execute alone because they feared I would go bonkers again. So, I was accompanied by another agent. It was tough because they had really good security in Russia. Not to mention the weapons. After washing up, I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out an oversized shirt and underwear. I had lived alone my entire life in different houses and apartments. I was used to being alo
“Hey, Ruby,” I smiled, looking over at Ciara, who was sitting across from me. Ciara smiled and kept mouthing something. I furrowed my brows at her, and when I finally understood, I put the call on speaker. “Where the hell is Ciara?” Ruby’s voice boomed, angrily. I looked at the frowning Ciara. Ciara shook her head and raised her arms to form a cross sign to me. “Uh, how would I know? She hasn’t been replying to my texts. She’s probably out day drinking again, why do you ask?” I glared at Ciara and gestured for her to stop with the sign languages, so she stayed still and listened to the conversation. “I kept calling her, but she wasn’t responding. That brat kept delaying the mission I gave her, saying she couldn’t because it involved her ex—what is that rat’s name again? James? John?” “It’s Jordan! God!” Ciara covered her mouth as soon as she realized she just busted the cover, and now she got caught. “Ciara! Answer your damn phone, you little—” The call ended abruptly when Ciara