Loving You With Blood

Chapter 1

~Why give a fuck when we'll all be dead in a hundred years~

E L L O R A

A wicked smile is brought to my lips when I watch the man choke on his own blood in front of me. He's on his knees, to my mercy, allowing me to do anything I want to him. Take that back, I had to force him on his knees but since he didn't comply I slit his throat and that caused him to drop to his knees, but same thing right?

I kick his limp body on the floor with the pile of 48 or 49 bodies I killed tonight. The 50th man ran away, but that'll be for another day if I'm up to it. I was only planning on killing three people, but a little difference doesn't hurt.

"God dammit," I harshly whisper to myself when I accidently step on someone's face, the heel sinking into their eye socket. I actually liked these shoes.

Then why the fuck did you wear them on the mission? My inner self scolds me. The fuck I know-

"I'm a little late," I mumble to myself when I close the large doors to the warehouse filled with dead bodies. I am suppose to be meeting with my friend, who is probably waiting for me and ready to murder me then toss me into a cave full of bats and spiders.

Before I enter my car, I look at my appearance, resulting into a grimace. My black leather pants are covered with blood as I expected but that doesn't mean I enjoy it. I quickly change into black loose jeans with holes on the knees, then slip on a long sleeve black crop top that shows a decent amount of my cleavage.

While entering my Ferrari, I shove black heels onto my feet. "Goddamn, that should be an Olympic sport," I exhale an dramatic amount of air but it gets interrupted when my baby roars to life.

"Mission accomplished."

***

I enter the parking lot of the rich Italian restaurant that Giovanna insisted we meet at. I swipe some red lipstick on my lips as I examine the area. It has outdoor seating and is filled with lots of woman, half naked woman who are wearing the shortest dresses that exist.

I cut off my engine, making multiple hungry men's eyes look at me. I ignore their gazes when I bend over in my car to pick up my black Chanel handbag. It holds my gun, and multiple blades because I can never be to careful right?

As I walk to the door, multiple woman sneer at me for the lack of attention they're receiving, but what the actual fuck is their problem? Its a fucking restaurant not a club.

"Hello ma'am, what can I do for you today?" The polite lady asks from the stand. I give her a small smile before speaking.

"I am meeting up with someone, Giovanna De Luca," I tell her but she eyes me carefully. "Is there a problem?" I suspiciously ask her but she shakes her head and signals for me to follow her.

I stride through the busy hallways but snort when I'm being led upstairs. Like, what if the waitress falls or something? Not that I care, just curiosity.

"Ellora!" My best friends voice shouts from in front of me. She looks pissed as she approaches me but I give her a sweet smile. She glares at me when she stops in front of me but I take action and pull her into a hug.

"Get the fuck off of me," she grumbles as she swats my arms but I hug her tighter. "Just kill me," she mumbles, causing me to chuckle.

"When and where?" I tease but she doesn't lighten up. She would've usually smiled but she just stares at me.