Prologue

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An agent is someone who works for the greater good of the company they are with. However there is a fine line between agent and assassin. Good and evil. And in any place there are always evil people. People who are going to force you to do things you don't want.

Yes I was an agent. However I'm no longer. I'm considered dead, but far from it. The agency knew me as Alian, but he knows me as Ekaterina, the assassin he feel in love with and the assassin who feel in love with him.

Confused? I would be to. Let me explain. I was trying to wipe out the red in my life but instead I only added to it. I had to get out and the only way was to die. Annoying right? But I did it. I'm dead to the world and am now nothing of importance. I'm free. And as much as I'd love to say I have my family, my gang, anyone I don't. I'm free and alone. Treated as a minor amongst the rest. Living in a life that never belonged to me. I'm not known to anyone except a few but they call me what they want. I'm nameless if you'd like to call it.

You would never of guessed I am twenty-four but I am, and the amount of things I've been put through will always haunt me. Count yourself lucky with what you've got because you don't know what will be the make of you or the break of you, and the more that happens the harder it gets until you break and I broke. So now I'm stuck in a life I do not want but a life I don't want to leave. I guess though there will come a time when they will come for me so I better be ready.

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