The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 1 The death of Marshal Smith

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This book contains sensitive content about violence, death, abuse, and murders. Readers must note that some of the chapters will contain graphic details so, please take note before reading the story.

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Slash.

Clatter.

One swing and it was enough to end the torture of Marshal Smith. Blood drips and covers my blade as I look at his lifeless body hanging on the wall of his basement.

"That's what you get for deciding my fate," I said wiping his blood from my blade. The thick substance dampens the rug as I place it back inside its cover. I put the knife back on my leg strap, and instead take a cutter out. 

I open the section and insert his index finger inside. One snap and his finger rolls out in my palm. "This was the finger you used for writing the contract, isn't it?" I said. 

A wicked smile rests on my face as I move on to cut his thumb. Another part that held the pen.

I put his two fingers inside the plastic bag. "How sad, you can't use your position to write someone else's fate anymore." I tapped his cheek and pulled the jacket over me. 

Motherfucker used his life's will in deciding my fate. What did he say? That I deserved it? That it was my bad luck to be related to Benedict Kinclad. No matter how much it is true, I never deserved any of it. 

I never wanted to be the pawn in this chess of politics and schemes. I never so as wished for something bad towards anyone yet here I am again. Dismembering the fingers of an old, greedy, emotionally manipulative man who thought he could get away from me.

Well, third down, five more to go. I take a last look at his lifeless body in front of me, pathetic and utterly discredited as I put back my earpiece. "Update me, Klaus," I ask the minute our Bluetooth connects.

"Eyes are on Lauren Smith. She's drugged and won't be home for another thirty minutes and the kids are at a sleepover in their friend's house. The coast is clear, Liv,"

I smile, "You deleted the footage, right?"

"All is taken care of m'lady. You just need to escape now."

Twenty minutes later I was in my warehouse in nowhere in Connecticut washing the fucker's blood off my gloves. I had already cleaned my blades and put them back in their drawer, burnt my clothes, and told Klaus to go underground for the time being. 

I dropped the gloves on the table, tucked my hair in a ponytail, and stood in front of the mirror. My eyes scan me like a microscope, taking note of the things that have changed over the years. 

Eyes that once blossomed life now hold death in them. Arms that were soft and fragile to the touch were marked with scars and bruises. No smile, no vibrancy. The innocent Olivia Myers was dead. The person standing in front of the mirror, is now a divorcee, the thrown-out daughter of the Kinclad Empire, and a murderer who seeks revenge at night. 

I slowly open my jacket, undo my shirt, and look at my half-naked self in the mirror. Nothing screamed innocence anymore. My entire body was a canvas of a survivor. I had pushed myself enough in the past years that my shadow is now scared of me. 

I faintly stroke the line of my abs, the little scar on my elbow that Benedict my stepfather brandished me with all speak a language that I once used to despise.

Violence wasn't something I liked. I never thought a time would come when my bare necessity to live would include killing people. I have already killed three including Marshal. 

It took me a long time to understand that not everything in this world is black and white. Good people don't always get a good ending. Honestly, they get brutal journeys in life. I don't know who told god that good people need a reality check but testing us with other people's crimes isn't a way to lead life.

Isn't a way I wanted to lead. 

No. I wanted a simple life. Get my masters from the UK and travel the world as an artist. I wanted to paint, play with colors, and look at how real everything got. 

Who knew the paint I was destined to play with was the blood of them on the board committee? 

That night, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I never do when I just return from a mission. Every time I close my eyes I see their lifeless body.  As much as they deserve to die I still can't be okay with the fact I am doing this only to get my revenge. 

A word that doesn't seem so foreign anymore. 

I get up from bed. Restless and absent-minded, I went down the stairs and turned the coffee machine on. While the coffee was prepping, I leaned my hands on the counter and slightly slumped my shoulders.  My head suddenly too alert about the gruesome details that I did today. 

Blood.

His flesh tearing apart under my blade. 

His scream still echoed in the darkest part of my ears. 

It isn't until the buzz of the coffee machine that I realize my cheeks are wet. I dab the back of my hands wiping the little trail of humanity from my face. 

I poured the warm coffee into the mug and added some milk and cream before sitting out on the porch steps. It was almost four in the morning. The silence of the dawn sometimes helps me zone out of the eerie reality of myself. 

What I had become, for whom am I doing this? Questions like these don't haunt me when I look at the empty streets of the small town in Connecticut. Though, I am living at my parent's old house, I am far away from living the usual town life. 

I have distanced myself from everyone in the wake of three months; Afraid they will see the parts of me that I am trying to hide with all my strength. Till now, I have managed to maintain my name as the daughter of the late David and Sofia Myres. I wouldn't let any damage done to their name that meant hiding what I do the minute clock strikes twelve. 

I am like Cinderella only I murder people at midnight and Klaus my accidental fairy godbrother helps me hide and hack stuff I need for my revenge.

I take a shuddering breath and look up at the sky. "I am gonna need a new rose," I mumble to myself as I sip my coffee and am immersed in the dawn of a new day.

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Hey Guys!!! 

I hope you like the first chapter. It was a bit out of my comfort zone but having read so many dark romances over the years I thought maybe it's time for me to play with this genre. 

The first chapter is a bit short but no worries, there are more chapters and I assure you it will be worth your time. 

Also, Taylor's on a tour. AAAHHH. I would sell my kidney yet won't be able to afford her tickets, so to anyone who's going. You're one lucky person. 

Don't forget to enjoy Eras's tour on my behalf. Meanwhile, I will be screaming her lyrics at 2 a.m. :))