Only you

Chapter 1 | Deadly

They say a woman is powerful when she knows exactly what she wants. In this case I knew exactly what I wanted and I was going to make sure I got it. They made me into a deadly weapon, taught me how to kill and I would use it to kill them.

I looked at my computer to make sure my coordinates matched up for the club I was heading to tonight. The red dots blinked twice, indicating that the shipments had just left the warehouse and were now heading to the club. I went through the plan in my head again, tracker, in, truck, out. Then I'd have a location on him.

Well, hopefully, if he hadn't caught on already.

I would do far worse than torture that asshole once I got my hands on him. I'd make him hurt in every way possible and take his organization down with him. I was so close to making him pay now after all these years.

I took the straightener through the last strand of my dark curly hair that fell a little past my hips, checking my makeup in the mirror again. I slipped my black heels on, grabbing my black clutch purse and black trench coat before I grabbed my strap that held my gun and knives, clipping it onto my thigh. I had decided on a black dress with a slit going up the side for tonight. The first step I took out of the room I stopped at the picture frame I had sitting on my side table. It was the only picture I had of my family. I stared at my beautiful mother's smile and the way she hugged my three brothers and me. With love.

A fire started to spread throughout my body, making me clench my purse tightly. My nails were digging into the thick fabric, making the desire to end the life of the person that took everything away from me even stronger than before.

With one last glance at the picture, I walked out of the door and made my way down the hallway of my apartment building in New York. I lived on the highest floor because I liked having a view of the whole city. It made me feel like I could see everything.

A couple walked past me in the hallway, the girl not making any eye contact with me as her boyfriend checked me out, winking. I rolled my eyes.

Asshole.

My heels clicked against the marble floor as I stepped out the elevator and into the luxurious lobby of my apartment.

"Hello Miss Delivaga, you look lovely tonight," Pete, the apartment's door man, greeted me with a smile like he always does. He was retired from the military. He stood here all day greeting people in and out, but still managed to put a smile on my face every time I walked out the elevator.

If he only knew the trouble that I got into, he wouldn't be talking to me.

"Hi Pete, thank you," I greeted him back with a smile.

"Heading off to another fancy club? Who's the lucky gentleman tonight?" he asked. I've told him from time to time that I go out to clubs to have fun and he believes me, I mean, I am twenty-two.