Born Killer

Chapter 2

*3 years later*

Mrs. Smith had made me an offer to work for her, she saw what she called untapped potential. She said because I didn't have any family and no one cared about me I was prefect for what she wanted me to do. She offered me a way to get what I really wanted, revenge.

I spent a year and a half in training with Leon, he taught me how to kill although I thought it came a little too naturally. Leon became like a brother to me, he was my family now and the only stability I had in my life. I've been on my own now for a little over a year and Mrs. Smith was right I was perfect for this job. So far I have managed to be successful in every assignment I had been given.

I walked through the marble lobby of the hotel I was staying at making sure to keep my sunglasses on as I entered the elevator. I managed to draw the attention of one man as I passed him, but I kept my head down. I pressed the button for the penthouse and swiped my card. I tucked my card back into my purse shifting my gun out of the way. The elevator doors opened and I walked into my room placing my bag onto the side table. I pulled off my high heels stretching my feet as I headed into the lounge room. I saw a man sitting in one of my arm chairs pointing a gun at me

"Alexandra I presume." he said casually

He was a little older then me but attractive. I inspected him for a moment a large patch of blood was soaking the side of his white shirt and he was clearly injured by the way his hand shook holding the gun. He had dark brown hair that contrasted with his blue eyes and square jaw.

"Have we met before?" I asked placing my bag on the side table

"We have a mutual friend." he answered

I nodded walking over to the bar

"Drink?" I asked him as I poured myself a scotch

He watched my movements intently as if he was trying to figure out if my calmness was an act or not. He shook his head as I took a swig of the amber liquid turning to face him again

"You're bleeding." I said moving to sit down across from him

"Happens when you get stabbed." he answered coldly his eyes still surveying me

"So have you come to kill me?" I asked him pulling off my blonde bob wig

I shook out my long brown hair before I dumped the wig on the table

"You're going to introduce me to Marcos Corvin." He said

Marcos Corvin was a  bad man, he was a flesh peddler. I'd had a run in with him before and it didn't go very well. He wanted me dead because I took some of his property from him.

I chuckled at his request "I hate to be the bearer of bad news but Corvin and I aren't exactly friends." 

"You might not be, but you can find him." he said

"I have no idea where he is nor do I care to find out." I said to him coldly

My phone buzzed and so did his I raised an eyebrow at him wondering if he was going to answer it.

"I understand if you need to get that." I said crossing my legs leaning back in the chair

He pulled out his phone and answered it. He didn't speak but listened to the person on the other end. I seized the opportunity, launching myself at him across the table. It was too easy from his considerable blood loss to snatch the gun out of his hand and hit him in the head with it rendering him unconscious.

"Who the hell are you." I said to myself looking down at the unconscious man

I  somehow managed to haul the unconscious guy to his feet. He was a lot bigger then me so I wasn't doing a very good job. I ended up dragged him into the bed room and handcuffed one of his arms to the bed head. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit out of the bottom cupboard.

"Look whose awake." I said walking back into the bedroom

"You hit me in the head?" he asked angrily inspecting the blood on his fingers that no doubt came from the gash on his head

"I should have killed you but dead men can't talk." I answered putting the first aid kit on the bed before I pulled my coat off

"Nice outfit." he said sarcastically

He was referring to my leather bondage dress, it wasn't something I never planned on wearing again but it played a purpose tonight.

"Are you going to let me patch you up or do I need to knock you out again?" I asked him raising an eyebrow and purposely ignoring his attitude

He didn't respond but didn't fight either so I started riffling through the first aid kit pulling out things I'd need. I knelt next to him on the bed and cut his shirt off. His chest was covered in blood obscuring what lay beneath. I wet a rag and started cleaning the blood off his chest, a tattoo revealed itself. A tattoo I had seen an exact copy of before sat on his chest and the other sat on that of the only family I had.

"Alea jacta est." (The die is Cast) I said

He didn't respond as I got up and walked out into the living room to retrieve his phone. I scrolled through the list of outgoing  calls looking for number that repeated until I found the one I was after. I hit redial and waited.