A billionaire's daughter - The Outlaws Series

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When the woman stopped in front of the mirror and just a few feet away from her, Elena's heart stopped. If the woman would just look to her right, Elena would be dead.

The woman's hand suddenly moved towards her back, taking out a plane, black gun. The fabric around her shoulder moved stiffly, like something underneath it prevented it from moving too much.

Elena scanned the woman's features again. Everything the woman did and wore screamed assassin, but Elena knew her from somewhere. And it was not because of the attempted assassinations lately, she knew her from somewhere else.

The jeans, shirt and jacket were average clothes, everyone could be wearing that.

Elena took a quick glance at the female's face, scared she might feel the gaze lingering on her. The woman had a strong jawline and cheekbones, giving her a fierce and determined look, though the braided blonde hair gave her a soft touch.

The hair was loosely braided in a french braid and hung on her back, like it was quickly and unprofessionally made.

The blond hair...

Where did she see that before? Elena squinted her eyes together and inched forward a bit, trying to take a closer look.

That was the worst move to make.

The wooden floor underneath Elena's hands creaked, loud and clear for the woman to hear. The gun was aimed towards Elena's hiding place and the blonde fired immediately.

Elena was only saved because she'd been lying on the ground. The bullet had been fired into the wall behind her and the woman took a few steps back. Elena quickly shot up, aiming her own gun at the woman, and was finally able to look her in the eyes.

Like she had already seen, the blond had a well formed jawline and blonde hair, the brown eyes making her look serious and mature, although she couldn't be older than 18, Elena thought.

Not older than 18, blonde hair, brown eyes, Elena really knew her, but she could simply not pin point from where!

She grew frustrated, but tried to focus on her current situation. The woman in front of her was carefully eyeing her up and down, finger on the trigger.

They moved around in circles for a bit before Elena saw the assassin making a move for the gun in her hand. Acting quick, she grabbed the gun of the woman and soon they both had their own gun aimed at them.

'Who are you?' Elena asked through gritted teeth, her eyes never leaving the brown one's.

The woman only showed a slight sign of a smirk before falling backwards and kicking the gun out of Elena's hands.

The gun flew through the room, but neither one of them had time to wait for it to fall back on the ground. Being without a gun now, Elena knew she would be dead if she didn't run.

The blond woman had made a back flip, landing in a crouch position, ready for the next attack. Elena was barely able to deflect the punch in her abdomen and leaped for the stairs.

With no time to slow down, she skipped at least 7 stairs before landing on both feet at the end of the staircase. The woman was not far behind, so she had to be quick; jumping over the handrail, Elena ran towards the backdoor.

She reached for the hand knob, avoiding several bullets being fired her way and, ran out.