"Ma'am?" Elaine pulls me out of my thoughts and is standing in front of an open door that exposes what I am assuming to be the room I was supposed to be staying in. I enter and Elaine lets me know if I need anything to push the call button beside the bed, that it pings her cell phone directly and she will come as quickly as she can.
It's a beautiful room, I give him that. The walls are a light lavender and the comforter looks as though it's been fluffed to perfection, a creamy white with two small lines at the bottom matching the color of the painted walls. Dark brown nightstands on either side of the bed with a lamp on either one and the widow has a long seat in front of it peppered with pillows and a blanket. I make my way to one of the doors and upon opening it I find it's the walk-in closet Elaine had mentioned, stocked top to bottom with clothing of every shape color and design. I run my fingers along some of the clothes as I make my way inside and around the closet and see that everything is my exact size. The other door hides the bathroom which is painted a soft blue to make it feel like I'm floating in the sky. Soft rugs hug my feet as I enter and there is a double sink and huge mirror behind it that takes up the entire length of the wall. A walk in shower and overly large bathtub are placed on the opposite wall of the sink and I can't help but to feel the jealousy creeping up on me. I wish I could live like this.
I showered for as long as I felt that it would take to cleanse myself of the last two days. I stopped feeling sadness a long time ago when it came to killing and am able to continue life as if it never happened, numb. Today being no different, the assignment was done, the package was delivered and I am getting paid. It's how I survive. Once done showering I dry myself off and pick out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a tight white long sleeve shirt, paired with my silver heels. I can't leave these behind, mentally telling myself because not only are these a great pair of heels, they are also the only ones that hold my poison in them.
My stomach grumbling jerked me out of my thoughts and thinking about the dinner that Elaine was talking about earlier had me salivating so I decided to make my way downstairs to see if I could find any food.
This house was a maze and it took me nearly twenty minutes to find the kitchen. Upon entering I walked straight into Elaine startling the both of us, "I am so sorry Miss! I didn't know you had left your room or I would have helped you around. Is there anything you need?" She speaks quickly and quietly checking her phone to see if I pressed the call button.
"Please don't apologize to me. And call me Bugs, you are all so formal here. I was actually wondering if the offer for dinner still stood? Minus Joseph that is."
She cleared her throat and finally spoke, "I cannot call you that, Miss, it was under very strict orders to speak to you in a formal tongue and dinner is being served in ten minutes. You will be happy to hear Joseph will be eating in his office tonight and demand to not be disturbed unless it is an emergency." She spoke like she could read me, knowing I didn't want to be near him anytime soon.
A smile crept up on my face remembering how he used to pout like this when we were in training. If he didn't get his way he would shut himself off to the world for a few days and wouldn't let anyone near him unless it was me. Some things just never change.
I finished dinner which was the best food I have ever tasted in my life and trust me when I say that, I go on dates with some of the richest men in the world to the fanciest restaurants, just to bring them home and kill them. And none of that food has ever compared to what I overly consumed tonight. I am going to have to triple my workouts this week to burn off these calories but every single bite was worth it.
Shortly after I finished eating Elaine came to get my plates refusing my help to wash them. Instead she told me that Joseph will have a jet ready tomorrow at six in the morning to take me home. He was so mad that he wanted me out of here as quickly as I showed up and I was fine with that. But that only meant one thing, I'd be stuck in this house for the night.
Sleep came too easily once I was settled in. I decided to change into a pair of shorts and a loose fitting shirt, seeing as I won't be leaving tonight. I made myself comfortable on the bed, set an alarm on my phone for four in the morning and it didn't take long for sleep to consume me although I kept getting this underlying feeling someone was watching me.
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The next few weeks after getting home from Russia went by as they normally would. Wake up, workout, eat, shower and check my lock-box for any new assignments.
The two I had didn't come as easy as Jaxons did. But I managed to finish the jobs and only came out with a black eye after the first one. Safe to say I looked really good compared to the other guy.
Today, the same as every other day, I finish my early morning routine and check my lock-box to find there isn't anything for me to do so I turn my attention to the hobby I have developed since living in this factory. Truck restoration. I have always had a knack for completing the abandoned trucks that were left behind, along with this forgotten building. I picked up where I left off on an old 1956 Chevy 3100, it was my proudest build to date. Whenever I needed parts or paint I would sneak out in the morning and take a jog to the parts store in the city and get home before the guys checked up on me. This truck was a candy apple green and for some reason it was giving me the hardest trouble with the intake manifolds.
I was deep into my time working on the truck and I heard a loud bang from upstairs. My heart began to race at the thought of someone breaking in. Like always I had my Ruger attached to my hip on its strap and I grabbed it and headed slowly up the stairs. There isn't any possible way someone could have gotten in a window because the top floor sits forty-five feet off the ground and there aren't any fire escapes around the building. The roofing would have to be cut or burned through and I would have heard that. My mind is racing thinking of every possible outcome for who could be at the top of these stairs, because in the last ten years I've killed hundreds of people. There has got to be someone after me.
I make it to the top step and raise my gun up preparing to kill whoever decided to break in. Adrenaline is at an all time high coursing through my body. But before I had a chance to shoot my lungs started to burn and I could taste metal. Something is wrong with me. I breathe in deep and collapse to my knees, I can feel my heart rate decreasing and my eyes get heavy. What is happening to me right now? I struggle to stand back up only to completely lose balance and fall back down this time hitting my head on the side of the coffee table, an intense pain rips through my skull as I feel myself losing focus. The last thing I remember before blacking out were two people walking towards me wearing gas masks, meaning whatever I was breathing in was either going to kill me or come close to it.
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Shorter Chapter but things are going to start getting wild!
Who do we think broke in and what do we think they want?
-H
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The Killers Freedom
ActionShe never knew a life without killing, seducing and money. Everyday a new assignment thrown her way. Her morals holding on by a thread. She was trained under the watchful eyes of the man who she was sold to and became one of the most well trained k...
