The Belle Revenge (Killer Sex Book 1)

C'est Jolie

Ivy's Pov.

Ivy: C'est Jolie.

Jack: What does that mean?

Ivy: It's beautiful.

Jack: And what exactly is beautiful?

Ivy: Your death.

And with that I slit his throat. I was on my way to my new assignment, when I stopped at a bar to eat, and met Jack who beats his wife, and children. You see I was part of a special government program that gave me the three T's, telepathy, telekinesis, and teleportation. My abilities help me identify assholes like Jack, and kill them in motel rooms, usually. I truly enjoy giving them what they deserve. 

Ivy: Dam, I might like killing, but no one likes cleaning up.

I grab Jack, put him in the bathtub, and use chemicals that I always have in my car to disintegrate the body. I disinfect the room. What a day. I get in my car, and head to FBI headquarters in Washington, DC. I go through security, and they tell me which office to go too.

Xavier: Hello you must be Agent Belle?

Ivy: And you're Agent Fuentes.

Xavier: That I am, shall we get down to business?

Ivy: Please.

Xavier: I know you already know this, but I want to repeat it just so we're clear, the target is Isiah Sinclair, we believe he is smuggling women from South America, and putting them to work, or selling them. We just haven't been able to get anyone close to prove it. I will be your handler, we are solo on this mission. Sinclair owns multiple clubs in Los Angeles, that is where we are heading. 

Ivy: Don't worry Fuentes, this is my speciality. 

He scoffs, he gives me the package, and leaves the room, I exit the building, and head to the airport. The package includes keys to my new apartment. Agent Fuentes will be living in the apartment next door, he's already been there a month establishing a cover as bouncer at one of Sinclair clubs, the one he usually frequents the most. I finally land in LA, I shower, change, and head to the club, time for phase one. I arrive at the club, and Xavier lets me in. For this first part, another agent is helping us. I head too VIP.

Bouncer: Sorry miss you can't come in.

Ivy: Please tell Mr. Sinclair that Belle is here.

Since I travel so much, my cover identity is one of a bodyguard to anyone who is willing to pay. Everyone in Sinclair circle knows me by name, but not many know my face.

Sinclair: The infamous Belle, to what do I owe the pleasure.

Ivy: An old friend of yours is dead, and I believe you might be next.

Sinclair: Everyone wants to kill me sweetheart, you will have to do better than that. 

Ivy: Ivan is dead.

Sinclair: WHAT?!

Ivan and Sinclair grew up together in foster care, Ivan runs the South American side of things, and he is just as bad, I killed him last week. Sinclair grabs me, and we go to his office.

Sinclair: Prove it.

Ivy: Ivan was getting treats, he hired me, and we fell in love, I know that sounds crazy, but he told me that if anything happened to him, to come here, and tell you, Fanta.

Gotta love torture, apparently Fanta is there favourite drink, and their code word for anything bad.

Sinclair: You failed at your job!

I tear up.

Ivy: Don't you think I know that!! He left in the middle of the night, he went to a meet up without me, he wanted to protect me!

I fall to the floor in tears. Sinclair pulls me up.

Sinclair: I'm sorry, Ivan death shocked me, I'm glad he found love before his death.

I smile at him, collapsing was my signal, the second agent helping us fire's the shot. We all hear the sound of the gun going off. 

Ivy: No!

I push Sinclair out of the way, and take the bullet, everything goes black.