Assassin From Hell

~6. More than Business~

Scarlet

"Look Scarlet, I know you have a headache and all but your moves are very slow. You need to move faster or you wont be able to dodge the hits I am making," Donovan assisted. Donovan was one of the many people that I had from my training class. He was more of a bigger brother to me since he was the first person who talked to me and helped me when Father rescued me.

We were both currently in the training room sparing with each other until I happened to get a headache out of nowhere. Maybe it's because it's to early but I can manage since I'm trained to not feel pain.

"You have to tighten up on everything alright." His brown almost black eyes gave me a reassuring gaze. The fact that Don was 6'4,  bald and looked like a human tank made him look scarier than he actually is. Don lectured me about my form while I stared off, longingly at my knives.

"Don,I'm gonna practice with my knives. We will spar later, I promise," I told Donovan as I made my way over to the table of knives. Me and my knives were as close as a mother was to her child. These knives were my children so it really pained me to be deprived from them.

I analyzed the entire table of knives. The knives were ranging from small two inch daggers to a foot long machete. I stood there, thinking about which knives I wanted to throw.  I decided to go with my usual three and a half inch throwing knives. I picked up three knives and starred at the five targets in front of me. Two of the targets were being hung from the ceiling and the other three were on the wall. I stuck one of the daggers on the strap on my thigh.

I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly while I thought of my target points.

Chest. Throat. Skull.

My eyes jolted opened as I threw two of my daggers at the same time as I made a flip backwards just for fun. During my flip, I grabbed my knife on the strap and threw that with the remaining amount of energy I had. I landed my flip with my back facing the targets.

Exhale. Take breaths.

After catching my breath, I turned around to see that the first two daggers hit the chest and skull. The last one made it perfectly into the throat. It had taken me a while to perfect that but now I stare at my master piece with pleasure. I smile and my targets until I heard clapping.

Turning around, it was obviously Donovan cheering me on for my success.

"Alright, now that I can clearly see that you can still stab things, lets spar for some more." And with that, we continued training.

   Alexander

   The breaking of glass caused me to look up from my phone. There was a man fighting with the air, currently drunk from all the alcohol. I was currently waiting at a bar for Johnathon to talk about the recent events that had happened. Clearly bored and impatient, I went back to scrolling through emails while waiting for the old hag that just didn't want to show up. My lonely presence was interrupted when I felt someone sitting next to me at the bar counter.

   "It's been a long time, Alexander." I could practically feel him smirking at me since he saw me tense up at the use of my real name. Nobody used my full name, not even my second in command. They usually referred to me as "Boss" or "Mr. White" but never as my full first name.

   "Johnathon. Let's cut the bullshit and get straight to business. What is meaning of all this nonsense?" I snapped.

"Let's not be hasty young Alex, remember, you owe me money." Johnathon explained. I brought the millions with me so he should quit messing with me and my business.

"Here's what you asked for," I say as I open up my leather jacket to reveal the envelope of money. "Now if you want the money, you rebuild my club. It's either you get the money or you don't so it's your choice Johnny." I had a blank face with my arms crossed across my chest. My clubs were nothing to fool around with.

   "I'm not rebuilding your club because you owe me. If I were to rebuild your club, I would be spending the money that you owe me. I made you and your business," he replied shaking his head.

    "That's where you are wrong. You only gave me the money. The effort and all the pain and blood that went with it was all me." The blood was starting to boil in me. I was getting very pissed, very fast and Johnathon knew it to. He hated me as much as I hated him.

   "I'm not rebuilding a goddamn building. Since you made yourself to be this way you should be able to do it without a problem." The old hag said with ease.

   "You. Burned. It. Down. So pay for the damage or rebuild it you old prick," I said through gritted teeth as I slammed my fist down on the table.

   Johnathon got off of his bar stool and looked me dead in the eye. "You give me the money or I will personally make your life a living hell. Death is an easy price to pay for the amount  you owe me, so little by little I will crush your little empire with my own hands. By the time you are done is when I will put a bullet through you."

   "No. I'm not giving money to a man that doesn't deserve it." I also got off of my stool and stood up tall to face him. "Especially if you choose assassins over your son." And with that, I walked off with clenched fists and a burdened past.

   All my life, I've always hated the man who choose the assassins over his blood. The kills over money. His agency over his family.

And the worst part is that even with a heart as cold as mine, I'm still disappointed and miss my father.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUN

I would like to dedicate this chapter to a very close friend of mine Anh15508
She is the best and she's also my love.

I'm sorry for not updating guys I'm practically killing myself over finals week but I promise I'll update more over break.

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