My Fathers Killer

WHISPER - chapter 4

June 4th

"Say goodbye figlia" he grins, evil lacing his every emotion

"No-"

BANG

"MAMA!" I scream, my voice breaking, tears falling from my eyes. The rasp of my voice enough to establish a metallic taste in my mouth.

I jolt awake, panting, my chest heaving up and down. I quickly reach over to silence my blaring alarm. My mind clears the misty blur as my sweaty hands stroke on my bedsheets.

That dream is like a haunting echo of a past I thought I had left behind. It's like my own personal horror movie that replays relentlessly every single night.

Being able to move on would be too easy.

With each step in my morning routine, I push away the nauseous feeling that takes over whenever I wake up in that way.

I quickly get ready for the day- wearing nothing extraordinary-, then head downstairs to grab my coat from the front door before making my way out to my car.

I'm being followed. I have been for most of the drive.

Since I started in this business, I taught myself to always be aware of my surroundings. Even though I vowed to never give away my identity, I never strayed from my teachings.

Whoever is following me is shit at their job. I noticed the second it started, I drove past a corner, past a parked black car; then, not even half a minute later, that same car pulled into the road and started to drive in my exact direction.

Vigilance is a constant companion.

I wouldn't blame the poor person if this was their first day... living- but our world just doesn't work like kindergarten. This life is a scary one that will hold you to a higher prestige, you can't be stupid like this. It's what gets you killed; in this case, it's what gets you killed by me.

Their car parked behind mine; another stupid mistake. I roll my eyes as I step out of my vehicle and onto the sidewalk, setting my large black sunglasses to cover my eyes.

If they can't see my eyes, they can't see where I'm looking- who I'm looking at.

I sense eyes burning into the back of my head. Instead of turning around, I sneak glances at the reflections in the windows I pass to catch a glimpse of the stalker.

Of course, I can't see his features but I do see a large man- not only in height but this man is physically huge, he looks like a fucking tree. If he's here to kidnap me I may as well just give up already; given that my torso is practically the same size as one of his arms. His hair is black and tied at the back of his head, his strides are quick just as mine are.

To my left, there's a lively restaurant and bar that I've frequented countless times. As I step inside, I refrain from taking a seat and head to the back of the room, simply to watch the man who follows me.

His eyes dart around the space before he takes a seat at a two-person table. A waiter comes to his side and leaves before returning with a drink that looks a lot like a scotch and soda. Who the fuck drinks scotch at 11 am?

Slipping my hand into the pocket of my coat, I feel the cold metal of the gun wrapped around my fingers. With each calculated step I take walking over to the man, I take note of every escape route, every face in here, every weapon I could reach if needed. I swiftly take the seat opposite him.

Only now can I see his eyes are a bright blue, tattoos fall down his neck and run over his hands, he has a short beard- the color matching his black hair; he barely fits where he's sat. It's a laughable sight but I keep my face blank and my eyes connected with his.

I already pulled the gun beneath the table, the white cloth covering the scene from curious eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Lucian" he replies simply as he sips on his drink, his blue eyes boring into my brown ones "Put the gun away Whisper, I'm not here to hurt you"

I don't dare to move.

"What do you want?"

He leans forward with a low noise between a groan and a sigh, he rests his forearms on the table, his drink still between his hands "You killed my father"

I think for a moment, this man could not have been more vague, the number of old men I have killed is endless "Who's your father?"

"Mikhaíl Romanov"

I sigh and discreetly set the gun back in my pocket "Do you want an apology? You won't get one Lucian, your father was a disgusting human being and his mere presence on this earth was a travesty. His life was a mockery of mankind. I did my job."

Lucian chuckles, a deep attractive chuckle making his smile lines show and the corners of his eyes crease. It was ceased too soon. "I couldn't have said it better myself"

"If you agree, why are you here, why did you follow me?"

"I wanted to see what my father's killer looked like" his eyes run over my face; each feature, lingering on my lips before snapping back to my eyes

"Tell me Whisper," he starts again before taking another sip of his drink "Why is it that I can't find any information on you? Your name, your age, your family- it's as if you don't exist. The only thing I could find was the number to hire you but even that showed nothing else"

"I am a very private person"

"Who do you work for?"

"Myself."

He hums, leaning back in his chair once again "Who sent you to kill my father?"

I click my tongue in my mouth and whisper to him "Secret"

He smiles again, softly "It was worth a shot, hет?"
(Translation: No?)

I shrug as I stand up and step to the side of the table, closer to him as I take his glass from his hand. I finish the last of the drink in one sip and place the empty cup back down, I set my hand on his muscled shoulder and lean down just a little "I'm sure I'll see you around, won't I, Lucian?"

I straighten out again and attempt to pull my hand away but it gets taken by a much larger one, Lucian's. He brings the back of my hand to his lips and gently places a kiss "I'll make sure of it, прекрасный убийца"
(Translation: beautiful killer)

I slide my hand from his as I struggle to push the new feeling from my stomach. I rip my eyes from his and walk out... both of us seemingly unharmed.

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Lucian is a lil flirt

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