Sweet Rose

Chapter 1. A killer

Lilith

They shaped me into a killer, taught me how to be nothing but a shadow. They made me into a killing machine for their own needs, but they never expected me to like it. Years went by and I became fearless. I started training harder, fighting better, killing more. I got too wild for them, and I didn't need anyone telling me what to do anymore, and they didn't like it. Five years ago I killed myself; then and there I was dead, and Lilith White was born. Making fake papers for myself was really nothing more than child's play when I moved away from home and reinvented myself. Fake papers and a perfect American accent made me blend in more than easily. So here I am, miles away from England; in California USA. I travel around the country, killing people for bastards who are too weak to do the dirty work themselves, but at least they pay well. I also work in a small coffee shop as a cover, but tonight, I have business to attend to. And tonight my business is bringing me into the lion's den; a party full of international mafia and gang leaders. So here I am, in front of the mirror in my small bedroom, applying mascara to enhance my blue eyes. My blond hair is tied in a neat ponytail, and my long silver dress matches my silver high-heels. My pistol is attached to my right thigh, and the silencer is hidden inside my small purse. Even though tonight is dangerous, I'll do as I always do; make it quick, neat, and don't be seen. I finish getting ready and head out of my bedroom just as my phone rings. I look at the screen to see Ava's picture. I pick up and bring the phone to my ear.

"Hey you, what's up?" I ask.

"I know you're busy tonight, and I wanted to tell you to be careful," she whispers.

"I told you never to talk about it on the phone," I hiss.

"I know Lilith, but I also know tonight is a big one," her voice shakes.

"The less you know, the better," I say emotionlessly. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

I hang up before she can answer, and I put my phone in my hidden closet. I take another phone, which I'll be using tonight, before heading out. The warmth of California engulfs me, and I have to remind myself I'm not in England anymore. Even after all those years, summer in California surprises me every time. I'm still not used to the heat and the lack of rain. I walk to my car, open my trunk, and take a fake car plate. I take off my car plate, and put the fake one on before getting into my car and driving off. When I see the building where the party is hosted, I park far away and walk towards the building. I hide into the crowd of people and easily make my way inside. The amount of people here wearing dresses and jewelry that are probably worth more than the entire apartment building I live in makes me roll my eyes. I stay hidden in the crowd, blending in, as I look around trying to spot my target. I'm taking in the place, the different exits, the number of people, the different camera emplacements, and the number of bodyguards, when a hand touches my lower back. The hand of the unknown person keeps getting lower much to my disliking. I take the man's hand, twist it, throw the man on the ground, and bend his arms back. I hear him groan in pain, which only makes me smile.

"Try touching my ass one more time, and I'll kill you," I warn him.

I let him go, and before he's back up I'm already out of sight. I'm walking around the crowd, and decide to make my way to the bar where my target could be. I sit on a stool, and a man sits next to me.

"Quite impressive what you did back there, for a nice girl like you," he says.

I ignore him and get up, but he holds my arm and gets up too. Even though I'm wearing heels, I'm nowhere near as tall as him. He towers over me, and his green eyes are piercing through me. His brown hair is a mess like he's been making out, and he looks dangerously gorgeous.