Chapter 10 (END)

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Willow’s POV: 3 years later

It’s been three years. Three years since I saw my mom die in front of my eyes, three years since I have nightmares every night about it. Two years since I killed Ivan and the whole French mafia. Three years since I lost my memories. Two days before my mom was killed Ivan’s guards beat me so bad, I lost my memories. The only people I remember are mom, Eddie, Callie, and Devin. I’ve been training a lot and now I am the number 1 assassin in the world.

Me and my four dogs, Blaze, Ares, Prince, and Raven are in my house watching tv when I heard a knock on my front door. I got off the couch and towards the front door. I open it to see two police men with a woman standing beside them.

“Yes?” I asked. “Hello, are you Willow Lopez by any chance?” the woman asked. I tilted my head to the side. “Who’s asking?” I asked. “Mrs. Lopez. My names Officer Brown, you must not remember me, but we found out that you were missing again, and we contacted your parents and they agreed to take you in.” officer brown said.

“I’m sorry, my parents are dead. I watched my mother die in front of me and my father died a long time ago.” I said. “We need to take you down to the station.” the woman said. “I’m 20 years old. I don’t need an adult watching me or to be my guardian.” I said. “It’s protocol. Please pack your things so we can leave.” officer brown said. I roll my eyes and close my door. I go up to my room and start packing my accessories and some important things, along with some weapons.

Then I walk out of the house with my four babies before following the police officers and the woman to the police station. When we get there, officer brown showed me to an empty office that only had small table in the corner and some uncomfortable couches with a small coffee table in the middle. I sit at the small table. My four babies lay down around me, keeping their guards up.

~5 hours later~

It’s been 5 hours and I’m still waiting. I was now standing near the window that looks out in the sky trying to forget the memories of how my mother died. It wasn’t until I felt Ares and the other tree stand up around me. Ares was laying in between my legs guarding me while the other three guarded my side and back. I look in the windows reflection to see a group of people, mostly men.

I go over to the small table and sit down as some of them sit down and some just stand with their arms crossed and blank faces. The womans were already crying for some reason. One of the men were about to walk towards me until my babies started growling. He tensed before slowly backing away causing my babies to stop growling.

“Who are you people?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Some of them wore confused expressions. “Y-you don’t remember us?” one of the women asked as tears roll down her face. “If I did, I wouldn’t have asked. No, I don’t, I lost my memory 3 years ago. Well, before I watched someone murder my mother.” I said.

Someone was about to talk when the door opened, and officer brown walked in with his partner, the social worker woman, and another male who looked like a lawyer. “Sorry to interrupt but Mrs. Lopez, You have a visitor who is asking for you.” Officer brown said. “Well, bring them in.” I said, rolling my eyes. I sigh, this is getting boring real fast. The door opened again I looked over to see Olivia.

Olivia has been with me for 3 years now. I rescued her from some men who were trying to rape her. I took her home and we’ve been together since. She has been on a trip around the world. She nods her head at me before standing near the door, knowing my babies won’t want her near me. They like Olivia to a certain point but they still won’t let her near me much, especially when there’s other people around.

~3 Hours Later~

Now I’m sitting in my new house that feels a little bit familiar. I look around my room to see my four babies asleep. I am now living with my biological family, and I told them everything that happened to me and my mom when Ivan took us. They weren’t happy but I moved on. It's the only way to make my parents proud.

I am Willow Lopez Gonzales, and I am an assassin named Silent Angel. I will kill those who hurt woman and kill innocent people. Cause I am a fighter, and You are too if you stay strong and keep your head up.

                                        THE END

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