Valencia
The cold unfeeling assassin
A shadow, a ghost... she kills and moves on
She never sticks around for the consequences
Until she meets Adonis
And he entices her. Lures her in to his chaotic life.
And she can't resist but stay.
Adonis D...
"I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat"
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I watched his head roll along the floor as I lowered my axe It was always easier than I thought Some big politician and his security couldn't even stop a 'maid' getting into his office? Pathetic
I pulled my phone out, calling Veronica "Number?" She answered "709" I said simply, sitting down with a sigh I forgot how tiring decapitating people was "Case?" She asked "Harrison" I said
Gordon Harrison. Head of the committee for the history museum. And dabbling into politics And now look at him Head on the floor and suit ruined as blood gushed down him
"You are required in" she said simply. Hanging up I sat for a moment, looking down at myself Can't very well walk out of here in this I was drenched in blood.
Guess the window it is.
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I walked into the underground, straight for Veronica's office Before Arwen came strolling out grinning "Don't you look cute?" He taunted I was covered in blood, dressed as a maid for god sake.
"I'll look cuter with your blood all over me" I smiled He strolled past me
"I think you'll like your new hit" he goaded I said nothing "He was mine. But I'm just so swamped with targets" he grinned, turning to face me as he walked backwards
He was trying to rile me And if he was looking for a fight, he'd lose his life He knew I was better than him "The only reason you're 'swamped' is because you can't kill any of your targets" I threw back, watching as he rolled his eyes
An agent only had around five targets at any one time. So if he was that far behind, then I don't blame them for giving me his targets.
I took my seat in Veronica's office, as she sat looking through a file. "Enzo Vitali" she said simply, throwing the file across the desk
I read through Not a lot of information Thirty seven Wife- Athena Vitali Two kids. Adopted Well... each to their own I guess
Leader of a series of underground operations Cartels Money laundering Murders Fight dens, strips clubs, law practices Hm, a real big league player
"Who wants him dead?" I asked, looking over it "You know that isn't an answer you are entitled to. He'll be at a charity event tonight, at the Farleigh house. If you have the time, kill him there" she said disinterested
