born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter fifteen] crazy woman killer

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Aires pov...

"We've landed Miss Montgomery."

With a ghost of a smirk, I pulled my sunglasses off of my head and slipped them on. A light breeze nipped at my skin as I walked off of the stairs of my private jet and across the runway before slipping into my car that was always waiting for me when I came to France.

Dressed in a black trench coat, knee high boots with a pair of sunglasses on my face- the only colour on my body was my cherry red lips. Even my car was matt black, bullet proof, and fast- imported from Japan. Nothing resembled me.

Whilst I sped through the busy roads of France, my phone rang, bringing a smirk to my lips.

"Getting impatient?"

Soft laughter filtered from the other side of the line. "I've been waiting an hour."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I got delayed with a work issue."

My last victim was finally found. I didn't put a lot of effort into hiding him and yet it took them too long to find him- they were too many steps behind me. I spent weeks monitoring the FBI, waiting to see what they concluded.

Another 'crazy killer' on the loose...

If only they could pull their heads out of their asses they would realise it was all connected. I used to binge Criminal Minds as a teenager and from what I watched alone I would have been able to piece it together quicker then they were currently.

I was an assassin. I worked for an organisation with a cause, and I was really damn good at my job- it was the reason I had too much money to spare.

The supernatural world had changed since my 'death' in ways nobody could have predicted. There was a new hierarchy, new rules, new everything. It changed.

I killed monsters for a living, nobody whose life I took was innocent. I took down human traffickers, people who thought they could make a living out of selling werewolves and witches. I murdered monsters and I was okay with it, I still slept like a baby at night despite the blood on my hands.

"How much was the last issue?" How much was I paid was what he wanted to ask.

"500 million." It paid well.

"Wow," he sighed whilst blowing out a breath.

Whilst rolling my eyes, I threw the car into park and slipped out. "To your right."

Isaac's eyes met mine as I stepped around the corner and a hint of a grin ghosted his lips. I barely made it over to his table before he pulled me in for a hug. I let him hold onto me for five seconds before I pulled back, I couldn't afford to keep my back turned for too long.

Quickly, we settled into our seats. Why Isaac had to choose the busiest cafe on the busiest street I didn't know, but I didn't complain.

I hadn't seen him in seven months. We were still in contact often but didn't get to see each other much as much as either of us liked. It wasn't about travelling, I had a plane, Isaac had money- it just wasn't safe to always be in each other's company.

"You should come to France more often."

"You should buy a private jet and come to me," I threw back.

A stupid grin stretched across his lips as he let out a small laugh. "You're insanely rich, always have been but even now... It's insane. It still surprises me sometimes."