It was Saturday morning, the birds chirped, and the morning sun made itself present by invading Vanessa's windows, she groaned and opened her eyes, she was a bit sore from training the night before but nothing she wasn't used to.
She got up from bed and walked towards her bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and cringed, her light brown hair sticking up all over the place, her eyes contained huge bags underneath, and she smelled, overall she looked like a zombie that just rose from the dead, she huffed and walked towards the shower.
She stripped off of her clothes and stepped in the shower, the hot water warmed her up and relaxed her tense muscles, it was so calming, she closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards, she loved the sensation of the water dripping on her face, she took the moment of pure relaxation to think about her life.
It had bein a week sense she saw Roman playing the piano, she hadn't seen him sense, now she had her own daily routine, wake up make food take Care of Matt and train when everyone was sleeping.
Vanessa couldn't believe that just years ago she was send here to kill the precious little boy that she was now taking care of, and she was glad that she went rogue, she might not have been getting the action and thrill of the blood lust from being an assassin anymore, but she learned to cope with it, for the sake of Matt.
After the relaxing shower she decided that she was going to take Matt out, after all the poor boy was always locked inside, she changed into leggings, a shirt that said "Breaking news! I don't care" written on it, and her black and white converse.
She than grabbed her purse and walked over to Matts room, she entered and and said "Get ready buddy were going out today!" Matt Vermont with joy jumped up and down "Yay!" He yelled as he made his way into his closet, he put on his clothes and walked towards Vanessa "I'm ready!" He yelled, and Vanessa chuckled
Matt had been doing really good with his English these passed weeks, he hardly misspelled anything, Vanessa grabbed his little hands and intertwined them with hers, she looked at Matt and smiled, oh how she loved that boy.
On the other side of the mansion....
Roman woke up with a terrible headache, not only there were people trying to kill his little brother, but he also had to work on getting revenge for his parents death, he needed to find their killer, and Vanessa being constantly on his mind didn't help, no matter how many dates he went in or how many whores he slept with, nothing could get Vanessa's beautiful blue orbs out of his head.
He huffed and got up from bed, he took a quick shower and got dressed in a suit, he had to find out who was after his little brother, he walked out of his room and made his way to the control room he had in the basement of his mansion, he left lord hrough each and every file but couldn't find out who were trying to kill his brother, or when they were going to attack.
After reading several more files he found the one he had been looking for, at the top it read I.L.O.A
It was file containing all the information about his parents assassination, his suspicion was confirmed as he read the file over Edward and Corine Sylophs
Edward had a grudge against Damons father, no one knew what the grudge was but he killed his father for it, not only for that but he was also working with the Italian don that had a grudge against Damon father because Damon didn't want to marry the dons daughter.
Damon had always blamed himself, if he wouldn't of rejected the marriage proposal he would have his parents and no one would be after Matt.
He threw the papers on the ground and said " I won't rest until every single of the Sylophs along with the Italians are dead"
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Oh no, poor Damon, what will he do when he finds out that Vanessa
Is a Syloph!
Guess you guys will have to read to find out!
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Rogue (Complete) *Editing*
Roman d'amourVanessa had been an assassin for as long as she knew. She was born into a family of highly trained assassins, at age one she held her first gun, each birthday, a new weapon. When she was six she killed her first person, and sense than, she trained h...
