Assassin's Gambit: Lethal Dance Of A Femme Fatale

Chapter One

PRESENT:

I stood in the dimly lit club, surrounded by pulsating music and dancing bodies. The air was thick with a heady mix of perfume, sweat, and lust. Neon lights danced across the walls, casting fleeting shadows over the scene. I felt hands tugging at my mask trying to rip it off from my face.

My target, a man with a reputation shrouded in darkness, was in the VIP section surrounded by guards that mirrored his arrogance. The low hum of conversation and the thumping bass masked my presence as I slipped through the crowd.

The beat of the music synchronized with the rhythm of my racing heart. My hand brushed against the concealed dagger at my hip as I approached the VIP section, a predator blending with the chaos of the club.

The man's laughter echoed over the music, a sound that had terrorized too many. Tonight, the predator had become the prey. As I neared, a bodyguard eyed me suspiciously, but a hand on my neck and a sway of the hips distracted him.

The man's eyes met mine, I saw his eyes move up and down my body. I squinted my eyes faking a coy smile, playing the part of the club-goer. The seductive dance of bodies around me provided the perfect cover for my intentions.

He stood up from his seat, taking unsteady steps towards my figure. His hands grappled my waist. Alcohol reeked off his breath and I could feel his heart beating against my chest as he tightened his grip around my waist pulling me closer to him

“Show yourself,” he muttered into my ears slowly tugging at my mask

“Too late” I snarled

In the dimly lit corner of the VIP section, away from prying eyes, I struck. A swift and calculated move – my concealed blade found its mark. The man's expression shifted from amusement to shock.

“You won’t die. But I have to make sure you don’t walk anymore” I pulled out my dagger from his back. He fell forward and pushed him off me sending him crashing onto the ground.
Chaos erupted. The music continued its relentless thump, oblivious to the drama unfolding.
The bodyguard lunged at me, but I melted into the crowd removing my mask, leaving behind a scene of confusion and panic.

As I emerged from the club into the cool night, the distant wail of sirens pierced the air. The city was waking up to the consequences of my actions. I disappeared into the urban labyrinth, shadows concealing my every step.

The night had just begun, and the echoes of the club scene echoed in the city's underbelly. The secret world I navigated thrived on secrecy, and the man lying wounded in the club would serve as a warning in a place where strength was shown quietly and in the dark.

I stepped in front of my mansion, and the gates were already open, letting me know I was having some uninvited guests. As I expected, I was welcomed by two well-suited men sitting around my French-polished dining table. I walked to the stairs without even sparing them a glance.

“Are you okay Winda?” a tall man sitting in the host’s seat asked, his voice filled with concern. “I know you hate this. But it won’t hurt to hold on a bit more for our family, right?”

“Family” I muttered and shook my head in desperation.

“Arrogance won’t do anything. Speak.” another one with deep black hair snapped. His blue eyes looked transparent as he was sitting right below the chandelier.

“I’m not arrogant. It's just I don’t have enough time to handle all your drama,” I snapped.

“Stop that, Ezekiel” Mr. Bennet warned.

“Why are you siding with her? I’m your son” Ezekiel protested only to receive a glare in return.

“Don’t talk to me in that tone ever again.” Mr. Bennet raised his voice at Ezekiel and turned to me “Winda, we are here for something urgent; not to bluff. We need to talk.” his voice was strangely cold.