Hit Lady (ON HOLD)

Chapter One - Intuitions

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Swinging the Swiss knife in mid-air, she had always thought that she would eventually start a new life and forget about her past…only thing was, she had no past. No memory, nothing that would jump start her recollection of what they called “burden”. Something that would only make her weak and defenceless, she wanted to find her family. This wasn’t the case, she had many purposes to fulfil and running away wouldn’t help her cause.

Grace Seamless is an exceedingly proficient assassin. Oh yes, she had many ways and tactics to kill a group of men with a single kitchen knife. Yes, she could do it in one minute without making a mess. If one wanted to know her then they would have had a hard time in doing so, she was not the type of girl you would want get your hands dirty with.

Grace Seamless was a development project; in fact she was a nobody. Grace Seamless was what they called her. The aim was to create a versatile emissary so that the grander Superiors would have incredible access to. It would have been easy to make it a man, living in a sexist and biased world we live in but the Superiors’ minds were capable of thinking outside the box not just the box but whatever was beyond that. She was the first girl to be a Black Shadow. Back on point, every twenty years, one single child would be kidnapped and basically brainwashed and moulded into what is called Black Shadow.

Black Shadows were trained killers. Ticking time bombs that could, without hesitating, explode and kill anything one without dropping a single sweat and without showing sentiment. Grace was far from the Black Shadows, she was what you’d call top of her class. She was extremely good at lying, killing wasn’t a problem since all her life she maimed and reined chaos on who she was told to kill and leading a double life for the Superiors was what she was made for. Though she didn’t know she had another identity.

Grace’s mentor, Christian Malice was to guide her through the years in case anything was to happen. Meaning that if she had lost control of herself then Christian would be there, to help her or to be her friend or to plainly say it, to have sex with her…if she needed it. Therefore in the two decades that have past us, the system had changed, Christian was kidnapped four years earlier than Grace and Grace was to become Christian’s protégé.

Grace, petite as she was, had worn Christian business shirt on her to cover up the sweat from her workout before.

“You need to stop thinking about them, Grace.” Christian sternly advised. For a man his age, he was very talented at multitasking. Rather unusual, but after they had finished their rendezvous; he went onto his nightly ritual. Russian twists, bicycle sit ups and push ups to help him keep his robust stamina.

“I’ll stick to what I’m doing; you mind your own shit. No wait, you can’t because I know you’ll tell them.” His confused look gave her everything…he is a skilled liar after all but she never took Malice for a traitor.

“Grace-” he began, giving off that he was agitated. He knew what she would do if she found out about the truth. But she only knew what they wanted her to know.

“Cut the bullshit, Christian. I know you report to them.” Grace said angrily, throwing her knife across the room without leaving his eyes. “I also know that they told you what to do if I got out of hand.”

“You know I would never hurt you.” He puffed out as he did his last push up.

Making out like she was laughing, Grace exhaled. “And yet you wouldn’t say that to my face. Christian, a normal person would stop what they were doing when they would say that if they meant it.” She got up, exposing her underwear, and heaved the knife out of the wall. “And don’t lie to me. I know what you would do. You’d kill me if they told you to. You’d kill me in a heartbeat.”

Christian brushed his hair aside and cackled, “Okay, fine. I would kill you. But not without a reason.” Keeping the same stance Christian put his striped boxers on and sat down, near the window overlooking the city. “And besides, they wouldn’t ask me to kill you because you’re the first, Black Shadow.”

Placing the Swiss knife on the side table, Grace walked over and sat on Christian’s thighs to face him. “How would you know that? Everything I tell you, you tell them.” Grace carefully began to wrap her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. Actually I don’t but…I expect you to help me find them. And once I have, you can report to them.”

Christian had always wondered why Grace was infatuated with finding her family. He never wanted to question her because he couldn’t be bothered. Christian shook it off and pulled her waist closer to his stomach, “What does a twenty one year old girl want with her long lost family?”

Being pressed up against his crotch was no problem for Grace; she had no issue with his body language. “If I do ever find them, I would ask them a bunch of questions. Like why didn’t they try hard enough when I was taken? Don’t get me wrong…my life has turned out pretty well.”

Christian smirked and slid his hands further down her back, “Pretty well?”

Grace paused to answer Christian, “Fantastic, actually. But I just want to know why? Questions that’s all. It’s not like I’m going to stop being the person I am and live a different life.” All the while, Christian started to rub Grace’s back without him subconsciously knowing, “And its lady for your information.”

Pulling her even closer, Grace felt his breath on her cheeks, “I’m sorry, girly…did I get something wrong?” Grace was actually longing to find her family. Yes, she had lied to Christian but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him, her expertise in lying could have given her a cover story but she couldn’t hold it up for long. Grace felt that she was a heartless robot who up until now only found out about families. She watched movies, TV shows, even My Wife and Kids to see if she was missing out on anything. She yearned for her family, wondering if she had a sister that would annoy her or an older brother how would protect her from any cruel asshole.

“I haven’t been called a girl or girly in seven years. So if you want some of this then you better say lady. Hence the ‘Hit Lady’.” She told him.

Christian smirked and started to unbutton the top of Grace’s, or his, shirt. She went to stop him but with his fast reflexes he flipped he on her back and within three seconds, he was on top of her. Grace rested her head back and let him kiss every inch of her toned abdominal to her chest, “What was it? Lady?”

“That’s right…Hit Lady.” Grace had sweetly repeated,

“Never in my life have I seen you hold back, Hit Lady.” Christian said while slowly kissing the nape of her neck.

Grace rolled her eyes. She inhaled the pleasure and met his face, “Well maybe, I’m letting you do all the work.” She had no idea why she was at his door step two hours ago but it sure seemed like a good decision to her. Christian had one hand at her hip and the other cupping her breast. Even though he was her mentor, she swore to herself that this was never going to happen again but she was a sucker for blonde haired guys and she didn’t refuse the first time he had asked her. “So round three?”

Christian reached her lips and smiled while kissing her got up. It all abruptly stop, Grace opened her eyes to see that Christian was bending down to carry her to his bed. He shook his head in agreement, “Round three.”