Shadows.

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Ava.

Preston Rovera, was the target that I was assigned to kill.

My father had gone all out if he wanted me to kill a drug cartel, at his very own nightclub.

Gotta be out his damn mind. There was no way I would put myself at risk for this job. I couldn't, but my father didn't understand that theory.

I rang him.

Of course, it was no surprise that he would ignore it. He never answered my calls.

I don't know what kind of sick human being would let a call go unanswered, five times in a row.

I huffed in frustration. I was parked in front of Preston's club, well more like a warehouse, that's where illegal stuffs happens. That's where he had been hiding from my father.

Annoyed and tired, I redid my makeup and pulled out my mirror. I looked better with makeup covering the bags under my eye. The thing was, I didn't wear makeup to look beautiful, I did it to hide my true identity.

Daddy's orders.

My skin was glowing, radiating in the moonlight. I proceeded to grab my lip balm when my phone rang.