Bullets And Roses

Chapter 1

PROLOGUE:

7 Years Ago

I had to hang on. Get through. Get by. That's what I kept telling myself as I walked out of the penthouse that I'd just shattered. Drops of blood -that weren't mine, covered my torn up dress that extended up to my knees. My hair was disheveled and my knees were trembling. The realization of what I'd done struck me soon after I'd fired the bullet right into the head of the diabolical person who violated my life. I looked at my reflection on the polished floor and couldn't recognize myself. What did I do? Oh no! What did I do? I could feel immense amount of heat radiating from my body. I felt nauseous. I needed to hold on to something. Anything. But my vision was blurred along with my mind.  

I could barely stand still. Let alone the thought of walking down the stairs. I looked around the corridor that didn't look so familiar anymore. I buried my face in my palms and crashed on the mosaic floor with a thud. I felt like a stranger in my own skin. Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged myself to get comfort. But it didn't seem to help. I leaned against the blue wall behind and let myself drift into sleep. That was the last thing I could remember from that night-the night I lost myself and my soul by killing someone.

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Present Day 

I adjusted my tightly drawn jacket as I checked myself out of the hotel and climbed into the back of the Bentley that was waiting for me outside. The Bentley's interior was beautifully handcrafted and so was the suit of the person sitting in it-who by the time I climbed in was deeply embroiled with someone on phone.

He was an old man in his 70s but the way he handled himself proved otherwise. We didn't know each other's names and didn't even want to. Every time I saw a Bentley with an X carved on its window-I knew it was him. 

We talked business and skipped talking about all the other trivial things.  

He addressed me with a small nod and hung up the phone. 

"What is it this time?" I asked with a smug tone avoiding eye contact. 

"I don't know." He frowned. 

"What do you mean you don't know?" I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head towards him but did not let him get the view of my entire face.  

"Boss will talk to you directly this time. I'm here to just escort you to his office. And I'm afraid you have to tie this on your eyes." He said taking a blindfold out of his pocket. 

I pursed my lips together and sighed. Whenever the Boss personally wanted to assign us with projects it meant something serious. The last time this happened I had to fly to Mexico in search of a psychotic mastermind who stole money from millionaires. Let's just say that it did not go as smoothly as I would've liked it to be. 

More blood was shed than anticipated. But that was not the concern of Anonymous-the name of the organization I worked for, along with other people like me whom I was not acquainted with.  

Anonymous, was an organization that existed since World War I. It was run by leaders who were usually referred to as "Boss". Who the boss was, why the organization got established and why they hired people like us to kill- remained a mystery. The people who tried to ask these questions never returned alive with an answer. So it was suggested to us to keep our mouths sealed and oblige accordingly. 

I did not choose to be a part of Anonymous. It just happened to me. I found myself waking up in an enclosed room which had an eerie vibe to it. I mistook the room to be a part of prison at first but later I found out what I was in there for. There were so many questions in my mind that were yet to be responded to. But I didn't dare to open my mouth. The only thing they told me was "You are the chosen one". I didn't quite know what it meant back then. I was presented with two choices-it was either to join them or see my little sister die. I took a choice anyone in my position would've taken. If only I knew about the things I had to do.

I was given a new identity. I was no longer Nina when I left the enclosed room. I was Black. That was the alias that they had given me. Considering the amount of vicious things I had done, that alias was appropriate for me.  

There were times when I considered getting myself killed. But they told me it didn't matter if I died in an accident or by choice-if I died they'd kill my little sister anyway. As soon as I got the initial "X" tattooed on my back, I knew I was doomed for life. I had accepted my malevolent fate and knew better than to complain.  

I considered tracking my little sister down and run away from this country but Anonymous had eyes everywhere. 

My sister Meera and I were orphans. She didn't remember who our parents were or where we originally came from but I did. The glowing caramel skin of my beautiful mother was still vividly stuck to my memory. But surprisingly I did not remember much about my father. The only information the people gave us was that they were killed in an accident. Maybe they didn't think we were old enough to handle the details. The orphanage was our home until we got adopted by a wealthy family whom we assumed were good people. But we couldn't have been more wrong.

I saw my sister's buoyant eyes seven years ago. I wondered where she was and what she looked like at fifteen.  

She only existed in my memories. I didn't care whether I lived or died. The truth was-I died the day I pulled the trigger and put an end to the life of a monster. I breathed because my breaths were linked to my sister's breath. 

The old man removed the blindfold and my eyes were exposed to bright lights. It took me a while to adjust to the view. As I flipped my eyes open I observed the room. I was known to have a meticulous perspective. It was an asset in this field of work. The room was guarded with men in black suits and their faces were covered with an opaque black mask which had the initial X painted in white, on top. They were armed with lethal weapons and were standing rigidly in the same position.  

"Hello Black!" A ravenous voice called behind me. "We meet again. How are you beautiful?" I could hear slow and steady footsteps making its way to where I was seated. 

"Just get to the point, Boss!" I spit the last word out with clenched jaws. 

"Oh my! I forgot how feisty you were!" He chuckled. I turned around to see him standing with his hands in his pockets and a mask on his face similar to that of the guards but red.  

"I'm quite stoked to tell you about your new task!" He adjusted his tie and took the seat in front of me.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! This is my first attempt to write a book! If you liked the first chapter then let me know!

To those of you who're also reading "The Egomaniacs"(My other book) and expect something similar in this one then let me warn you that it isn't. That's a romantic comedy and this one's action and romance.

Anyway,feedback is appreciated! Feel free to Comment/Vote! Love you. Xoxo.