"I'm coming" I yell leading towards the door blood dripping down my knuckles as somebody was banging it so loudly, not so cool. I was in the middle was of my fucking workout. As soon as I opened the door, I saw one of my men standing there and a body bag over his shoulder. This man was getting on my nerves now.
"Holy fuck! Marco, not again." I groaned out in frustration, he shrugged with a oblivious look on his face, I stepped aside giving him some space to walk inside the house, estimating by the the loud thud I know he dropped another dead body on my white marble, I rolled my eyes and turned to see the body of another man on my floor. Unzipping the body bad the the smell of stale blood infiltrated my nose instantly making me gag, there was note daggered to his chest. This was a first.
I picked the note which was now somewhat bloody, it read,
"Hey rose,
Don't you think it's getting boring now, its futile and annoying me. It's not so easy try harder, baby. I would love to watch ;)
Your shadow xx"
I crush the note anger rushing throughout body like it's blood. Just one person, I came to this city to kill the biggest hit of my lifetime, Azrael Vasilios, and he's making it so difficult. Since the last 5 months I'm trying to kill him but my men always end up the body bag, I don't understand what's so special about this one maybe I'll just pay him a quick visit and put an end to this. I frown while looking at the body. And somehow this one looks more disgusting than the others.
"Dispose him off and call in the driver please." I spit orders at Marco and he instantly leaves. I turn around strutting towards the hall once again where my workout was hanging from the ceiling his face is completely battered, body full of cut marks and the useless head hanging low from all the pain I was giving him. He was mumbling something coherent. Moving towards him I pull him by his hair tilting his face so that faces me as soon as his gaze meets mine he whimpers like a puppy making me laugh. Hmm fucking Pussy.
"P-Please k-kill me" he starts whining as if I am going to make it easy for him. He was a rapist and an abuser, I would make him suffer until he begs the devil to take him cause I was too much for him.
"N-no" I said in a mocking tone and pushed a little knife inside his torso making him scream in pain.
"You're lucky I have to leave, see you later." I wink at him and head towards my bedroom, I stink of sweat and blood, it was all over my clothes and my face, stripping out of my clothes I head for the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror I examine myself covered in head to toe from blood.
The sight of red all over me making me smile like a cat, call me psycho but I love it, I love other people's blood and when it's from people who deserve it. My gaze went to my stomach, where a long scar marred my skin all along till my left underboob, I traced it with my fingers and my thoughts went to that day.
"Shh, princess It'll hurt just one time." My eyes were in a blindfold all I could see was darkness and just that, I wanted it over, I wanted the pain to go away. Suddenly a loud thud was heard and my hands were untied from the chairs and the blindfold removed as soon as I opened my eyes, they started closing again and before I could make sense of what was happening I fell into a deep slumber.
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Unbound (On Hold)
RomanceShe was hellfire. Her beauty was tantalizing. She was charismatic, ethereal, a true goddess. Men bowed in front of her alluring self. But she was the angel of death in disguise. The one who would kill you without an ounce of remorse. She was THE ENC...
